friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

SIXTY-FIVE

SHELL COTTAGE.

"Are you sure it's theirs?" Ron asked, looking at two singular hairs held upright in both hermiones and y/n's finger tips, one swiggly black strand with a light pale blonde one in y/n's, identifying bellatrix's immediately in hermiones hands as for y/n's strand of hair seemed a mix between all the malfoys.

"Positive," Hermione nodded, returning to her old brew of polyjuice potion the four watching the hairs burn into the thick liquid.

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The two girls dressed in another person identity travelled up the hill with Griphook waddling behind them, Hermione travelled ahead, her bushy brown mane had transferred to Bellatrix's ringlets of black hair tied high up onto the crown of her head, burrowing a long black dress from Fleur with a black corset to match, long leather boots to add. As for y/n she wore Narcissa's body, the older woman's long blonde hair travelled down to her waist, she too burrowed a long black dressed from her cousin with a black trench coat, with snake print on the sleeves, tied across her front, she too wore black heels.

The girls stopped up at the hill to see both Ron and Harry. Ron wore pitch black robes from his eldest brother, with leather sleeves on his long coat, button across the material and at the end of the sleeves, wearing a button up shirt underneath and smart black trousers to match with his combat black boots. Harry's fit seemed the most brightest, wearing his grey shirt, a blue plaid button up over that with a greyish blue zip up jacket tied at the front, blue baggy trousers dangling over his scruffy off-White trainers.

"Well...how do we look?" Hermione asked. Her beaded bag in one hand, bellatrix's wand in the other, glaring at her friends with the evil woman's eyes.

"Hideous," Ron told, scratching the ginger beard growing from his chin from the successful enchantment Hermione had placed to make Ron unrecognisable, his slightly outgrown hair and grown past his shoulders and his ginger hair grew wavy rather than straight.

"You can give that to Hermione to hold alright Griphook," Harry looked behind the two girls and down at the goblin dragging the sword in his hands. The small creature raised it as Hermione leant down, opening the gap in her bag for him to place to tall sword inside of.

They turned back to where the boys stood, holding their arms out, and grabbing each other's hand. "We're relying on you Griphook, if you can get us into that vault and past the guards the sword is yours," Harry announced, lowering all of their hands for Griphook to hold and as he did so their bodies twisted off the sand and landed towards a rocky bricked floor.

The four looked around at the dark scenery with wanted posters clearly ripped off the stone walls and dark liquid in the indents of the bricks, looking up and noticed one or two men scurrying past a blacked out shop, one man with grey wisps of hair had stopped.

"Evening Madame Lestrange," he nodded towards at hermione, she tensed.

"Good morning," Hermione responded, watching as the man turned back with an odd glance, Hermione turning back to the small group.

"Good morning? Good morning? You're Bellatrix Lestrange not some dewy eyed school girl," Griphook looked up at the teenage girl in the adult body, looking anxious.

"Oi lay off her alright?" Ron stepped forward to Griphook, the goblin huffed at the tallest boy.

"If she gives us away I will use that sword to slit all of our throats you got that?" Griphook threatened.