Night consumed the cottage quickly. The soft breeze had gained some speed and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore filled the small building.
The fire crackled beside Nadia as Harry toyed with the Snitch Dumbledore had left him and Hermione examined the hair in her hand.
"You're sure it's her's?" Ron asked, eyeing the black hair warily.
Hermione looked up, the soft glow of the fire highlighting the hidden fear in her eyes. "Positive."
"How will we know what it is? A Horcrux could be anything." Ron pointed out.
"I'll know." Harry said. "It's like...I can't really explain it...they talk to me."
The trio exchanged troubled glances as Harry let out a breath.
"That's scary." Nadia muttered.
"It is." Hermione agreed. "Did Dumbledore ever tell you anything that could explain why?"
"No. I just know. When one's near."
•••
The boys, Nadia and Griphook were gathered on top of the grassy hill, waiting for Hermione to be deemed ready by Bill and Fleur.
They couldn't let anyone suspecting a thing. It all had to be perfect.
Nadia was casting charm after charm to try and disguise herself and Ron as guards of some sort since all of them couldn't fit under Harry's invisibility cloak.
Then, Bellatrix Lestrange trudged up the hill.
"Bloody hell, that's a sight." Ron gulped.
Hermione/Bellatrix spread her arms. "Well? How do I look?"
"Hideous." Nadia stated bluntly.
Hermione hummed with approval whilst Griphook studied the Sword clutched in his hand.
"You can give that to Hermione to hold, alright, Griphook?" Harry stated more than asked.
Hermione extended her beaded bag and Griphook reluctantly dropped the gleaming Sword inside.
Then, the group stood in a tight circle. Griphook's hand joined the other's and, with a crack, they disappeared.
They landed in a dark alleyway. Harry, Ron, Griphook and Nadia quickly fell back into the shadows as Hermione stepped to the mouth of the alley, checking if it was clear.
Then, a warlock passed. "Madam Lestrange." He greeted.
"Good morning." Hermione retorted, a little too cheerfully for Bellatrix's usual tone.
The warlock eyed her oddly as she cringed at her mistake before continuing on.
Griphook emerged from the shadows, his voice harsh and mocking. "Good morning? Good morning? You're Bellatrix Lestrange! Not some dewy-eyed schoolgirl!"
"Hey. Easy." Ron scolded.
"She gives us away and we might as well use that sword to slit our throats. Understand?" Griphook hissed.
"He's right." Hermione admitted grimly. "I was being stupid."
Harry pulled his invisibility cloak out, handing it to Nadia and gestured for Griphook to get on his back. "C'mon then. Let's do it."
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Fanfiction***UNDER MAJOR EDITING*** All she wanted was a quiet seven years filled with studying, friendships and, of course, magic. However, what she got, was seven drama-filled years with sworn enemies, the Boy Who Lived and the Slytherin Prince, fawning ove...
