Corrupt || Draco Malfoy

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It has been a two weeks since they arrived at the beach cottage. Two weeks since they escaped Malfoy Manor. Two weeks since Lorelai has seen Draco. Two weeks since Dobby died in order to save them all. Fleur and Bill have been the most gracious hosts. Always going out of their way to make sure the young fugitives felt safe and for the first time in months, like they can finally relax. Although they weren't on the run anymore, they were never relaxed. They could never feel safe. After months of running and hiding it was a habit by now.

Lorelai was still feeling secondary pains from the cruciatus curse. Even though Hermione put dittany on her arm, the carved word didn't disappear. She would have to see 'mudblood', the word she most despised, on her arm every time she took off her cardigan. Harry spent all week sulking in a corner, avoiding conversation with everyone else. He took Dobby's death the hardest, he blames himself for it. Ron spent every waking moment checking on Hermione, making sure she felt okay. Luna spent her afternoon's walking on the beach, Lorelai occasionally joined her, hoping to find peace of mind, but it didn't work. Nothing worked.

It was a particularly sunny morning. Hermione, Ron and Lorelai were seated at the table, a cup of tea in front if them. "It's beautiful here." Luna says.

"It was our aunt's. We used to come here as kids. The Order uses it now as a safe house. What's left of us, at least." Bill answers.

"Muggles think these keep evil away, but their wrong." Luna speaks up referring to the wind chime in front of her. It was beautiful, made entirely of shells collected from the shore.

Before Luna could say anything else, Harry enters the room. "I need to talk to the goblin."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Lorelai inputs.

Harry says nothing. Bill finishes putting away the cups he was cleaning and nudges his head signaling for the quartet to follow him. Mister Olivander and the goblin hadn't left their room since they arrived at the safe house. Fleur would bring their meals up to them and just check how their doing on a daily basis. Bill leads the quartet up the stairs to a wooden door on the third floor. Saying nothing he opens the door allowing Harry and the others to enter then he leaves.

"How are you?" Harry asks, even though they all knew he didn't really care about how the goblin was. He just wanted answers.

"Alive."

"You probably don't remember that you—" Harry starts.

"That I showed you to your vault the first time you came to Gringotts? Even amongst goblins you're famous, Harry Potter." Griphook finishes. He pauses. "You buried the elf."

"Yes."

"And brought me here. You are... a very unusual wizard." He pauses. "How did you come by this sword?"

"It's complicated." Harry answers vaguely. "Why did Bellatrix Lestrange think it should be at her vault in Gringotts?"

"It's complicated." Two could play this game.