𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

sixty || year 7 ✔️

As they reappear, Harry, Ron and Griphook fall back into the shadows and Hermione , as Bellatrix, and Amelia as Dalia, steps to the mouth of the alley to see if the coast is clear. A warlock passes.

"Madam Lestrange." He nods. "Madam Dale."

Amelia nods at the man.

"Good morning." said Hermione, cheerily. Amelia turns around and glares at her.

The Warlock eyes her oddly, then continues on. As Hermione and Amelia retreats back into the alley, Griphook emerges from the shadows, his voice harsh and mocking.

"Good morning? Good morning?" He repeats.
"You're Bellatrix Lestrange, not some dewy-eyed schoolgirl!"

"Hey. Easy." warned Ron.

"She gives us away and we might as well use that sword to slit our own throats." scoffed Griphook, Amelia glares at him.

"He's right," agreed Hermione. "I was being stupid."

Harry pulls the Invisibility Cloak from his coat, tosses it to Ron.

"C'mon. Let's do it." said Harry, Amelia nods and takes in a deep breath. A gust of wind blows and On the wall, in shadow, Griphook clamber onto Harry's back. As Ron pitches the cloak over them... they vanish.

•••

Hermione, Amelia and Ron mount the steps and start to enter.

A vast marble hall. A long counter. Goblins perched on high stools. Wizard guards  positioned throughout. As Ron, Amelia and Hermione enter, winds whistles through the doorway, sends the pages of the Goblin's massive ledgers trembling. Amelia was as poise as Dalia, and she slowly walks. Hermione trips, and Amelia sends her a glance.

As the door closes, the room returns to its eerie silence. Hermione & Amelia glances at Ron, He nods and she steps to the long counter, where an aged Goblin scribbles in his ledger.

"Identification." said the aged Goblin, glasses sits upon his big nose. He doesn't look up at the three of them.

"I hardly think that will be necessary." said Hermione.

The aged Goblin looks up, and his eyes lands on Hermione, then at Amelia.

"Madam Lestrange."greeted the Goblin, furrowing his eyebrows. "Madam Dale."

Amelia nods at him, a bored look on her face.

"I wish to enter my vault." Hermione lifts a brow.

"I see. Very well. Excuse me, won't you?"
The goblin slips off his stool, goes to consult with another, even more ancient goblin.

"Hurry up, will you?" Amelia sneered. "We  don't like to be kept waiting."

The scratch of goblin quills seems to grow louder. Ron fidgets, eyes the guard again, who is looking at him more closely now. Ron runs a finger under his collar, shifts his eyes to the Aged Goblin who continues to consult with the one known as Bogrod. Bogrod says something and they both glance at Hermione.

"Madam Lestrange. Would you mind
presenting your wand?" asked Borgrod. Amelia's eyes widen a little.

"And why should I do that?" asked Hermione, sternly.

"It's the bank's policy," replied Bogrod. "I'm sure you understand, given the current climate-"

"I do not think it is necessary." Amelia hisses. "She is here. And you do not need her wand!"
Sensing Harry's presence, she falters, her own voice emerging through Dalia's. Bogrod eyes her intensely.