The Key (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

Chapter 44: Gringotts Break-In

Amelia's P.O.V

We haven't spent too long at Shell Cottage, only a few days, as we need to get our mastermind plan into action.  Plan?  What plan? I hear you ask? Well, it's rather simple when put into words, but it'll be utterly complex when it's actually done. You see, ever since the Malfoy Manor incident, we've been thinking about what Bellatrix might be hiding in that vault of her's in Gringotts. Our plan is to break into the bank, get in Lestrange's vault, find what's in there then get the heck out again. Like I said before, it's easier said than done. Because ever since everyone's been looking for us, extra security has been placed at Gringotts, despite it being one of the safest, well-guarded places in the Wizarding World. This is going to be like the Ministry isn't it? It seems relivant at the time, but when you look back, you realise how incredibly stupid you were, but still think it was needed and it was successful. We won't be breaking in as ourselves, of course, Hermione and I will be disguising ourselves as the sisters, Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy. We still don't know who is going to be who, because one choice would be extremely awkward for me, and the other, well, I can't be horrible. I think you can put the pieces together. Without the  Polyjuice Potion, we'd be in a bit of a pickle, don't ask me how Hermione got the hairs, but apparently she did. Griphook has made a deal with us, that if he gets us past the guards and into Bellatrix's vault, the Sword of Gryffindor is his. I really hope he doesn't break this deal, if he does, we will bein big trouble. If Draco thought breaking into the Ministry was risky, then what would he say about this? He'd probably say I was bloody insane. It's true, only a crazy person would even think about doing this. And I know that you're already contacting the mental ward... which I've been contemplating on doing lately.

"Hermione, we think you should be Bellatrix. Amy, you should be Narcissa.  It will be better that way." Harry said, gesturing to Hermione then to me. I looked to my left, where Ron stood roughly a meter away from me and I leaned over to him.

"I'm literally turning into my boyfriend's mother...  this is slightly awkward." I muttered and he breathed a laugh at me.

"For you it is." He replied, a grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the clothes I was to wear as Narcissa and took the vial of Polyjuice potion from Harry before heading to the nearest bathroom, locking the door behind me. I hung the dress and cloak over the bathroom rail and focused on the bottle of murky brown liquid in the palm of my hand. I swivelled it round and cringed as chunky bits of an unknown ingredient which I didn't want to now the name of. I sighed and put it down, standing it up on the wall with the bottom resting on the china of the sink. I pulled my own clothes off which left me in my underwear, after this I slipped the dark green tweed dress over my head and flattened down the skirt a bit. I stepped into the black, sweed over sized shoes and draped the velvet cloak over my shoulders, fastening it at the front with the silver ties. Mrs Malfoy sure does dress well, I wouldn't dream of wearing things like this, I still prefer muggle clothes though. I stumbled in my heels over to the sink and picked up the vialof the putrid potion again, groaning inwardly as I popped the cork out. I shrugged to myself and brought the cold metal to my lips, downing the awful concoction in one, the taste of it burning my tongue. Gagging. I rushed over to the toilet, thinking I was about to be sick, but that wasn't the case. It tasted worse this time than it did the first time at the Ministry. And that tasted foul at it's best. After making sure I was not going to throw up, I returned over to the sink, gripping the sides of it while I watched my skin bubble in the clear, glass mirror. My hair turned Narcissa's pale black with one platinum blonde streak through it near the front either side of my face. I was then no longer my same old self, my eyes had changed to a very, very dark blue, they were almost black. My whole face looked older, but of course it wasn't me. I sighed again and folded my old clothes, stuffing them in my charmed bag which I then slung over my shoulder. I clicked the door open and strolled outside where Harry, Ron, Hermione and Griphook were waiting for my arrival.