𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

sixty-one || year 7 ✔️

As the Quartet find their feet, the dragon
Fire, illuminating the tunnel. Shadows
stretching over the tunnel walls. Gringotts goblin and Guards.

"Griphook! Griphook!" yelled Harry.

But Griphook merely looks back, grins madly and, sword in hand, rushes to join the approaching throng. "Thieves! Help! Thieves!"

"Foul little git. Least we've got Bogrod." said Ron. The dragon spits again, reducing Bogrod to dust.

"That's unfortunate," said Amelia, sarcastically. "How about his ashes, Ronald?"

"Haha, Amelia. You're incredibly funny." Ron rolls his eyes. Suddenly, spells were being fired at them. They hide behind a wall, Hermione and Amelia on the left, while the boys are on the right. The dragon roars and Spits of fire approach.

"We can't just stand here!" shouted Hermione. "Who's got an idea?"

"You're asking us?" questioned Ron. "You and Amelia the brilliant ones."

"I've got something," said Hermione. "But it's mad."

"Who cares?!" Amelia shouts.

Harry and Ron eye the approaching throng, turn back to Hermione with looks of mild panic. Amelia waves Hermione to go on.

Hermione Steels herself, she raises her wand.
"Relashio!"

The iron cuffs on the dragon snap free.

"That's your idea?"exclaimed Ron.

"She did mention it'll be mad." Amelia lifts a brow at the ginger.

"Come on!" Harry fires stunning spells toward the goblins as he pelts toward the dragon and flings himself onto its neck. Amelia rolls her eyes, then she follows suit. Nearly falling, Harry grabs her arm just in time before she fell.

Hermione and Ron jump up behind. The dragon doesn't move.

"It doesn't realize it's free!" yelled Amelia. She takes out her wand.  "Leviosa! Aviatus! Ex Cappa!"

But Nothing work. Amelia looks at Hermione who shrugs. Ron and Harry glance at each other and then -- as if reading each other's mind -- raise their wands high and, as one, jab the dragon with the tip of their wands. It roars, rears, and soars into the air. As it caroms off the sides of the tunnel and scrapes the ceiling, the trio duck, watching the goblins scatter like skittles and dust and debris rain down. Harry looks back, sees the dragon's spiked tail thrashing, the tunnel caving.

Outside, A low rumble is heard, growing louder, then a massive dust cloud billows forth and ...the dragon Bursts out of Gringotts. It soars by, wings flapping, eyes blind, gulping fresh air.

The Hall trembles, fissures appear and the dragon erupts through the floor. Pillars spill, goblins dive for cover. The grand facade of Gringotts disintegrates as the dragon penetrates, wheels upward and beats toward the sky.

The dragon soars over London, shedding scales and debris as the dust-ridden trio hunker low, the cool breeze bathing their blistered skin.

Ron bellows in delight: "That was brilliant! BRILLIANT!" Ron looks down, realizes he's on a dragon, several hundred feet in the air. Goes a bit green. "Bloody hell."

"Don't puke, Ron, it's not going to be pretty." Amelia snorted.

The sun has dropped. Below, the dragon's giant shadow passes over patches of brown and green.

The Quartet shiver as they cling to the dragon. Harry slides a few inches. He peers up, past the beast's head. "We're dropping!"

The dragon circles, lower and lower. A lake shimmers.

"I say we jump!" said Ron.

"When?" asked Hermione.

Amelia and Harry share a look and shout in unison: "NOW!" They drop like stones into the water.

Amelia gets a vision, a really scary one.

Voldemort, in a rage, wand slashing the air, as he murders Goblins and guards, their bodies falling as Amelia body twists, feet kicking for the surface as Nagini slithers through the falling bodies, smearing the tiled floor with red as the aged Goblin coughs blood and Amelia bobs to the surface, coughing up water. As her face streams...blood runs into the eyes of the guard who had stalked Ron at Gringotts. Lucius, Narcissa and Draco survey the carnage in stunned silence, while Bellatrix -- lips parted, eyes narrowed -- watches a widening pool of blood encircle his boot.
Voldemort, elder Wand clutched in his bony hand, speaks in parseltongue, which Amelia couldn't understand.

A rapid succession of images flash Dumbledore's desk drawer sliding open, revealing Tom Riddle's Dairy and a ring with a black stone; the underground lake; an Old woman in a parlou , her teeth black with age, opening a box to reveal Helga Hufflepuff's cup; Hogwarts castle; the face of a beautiful ,sad-eyed woman standing with her equally-beautiful mother; the Lestrage's vault  at Gringotts; a tarnished tiara, a filagreed Ravenclaw Eagle among the crown's detail; A burning house and a small charm that is too dark to be seen clearly, and Amelia, her eyes dark; Harry looking away his eyes closed; Nagini, fangs flashing.

Amelia, face ashen, shivers as she watches the dragon, fifty feet up, swoop down, slurp some water and fly on. Harry is there, looking like he saw a ghost, he was holding her. Seconds later, Ron and Hermione break the surface.

*

The Quartet crashes through the water to the shore.

"He knows," coughed Harry.

Ron and Hermione, both dripping wet, eye Harry. His chest heaves from the swim to shore. Amelia's head turn to him, a surprised look on her face.

"You-Know-Who." said Harry, breathing heavily. " He knows we broke into Gringotts. He knows what we took. He knows we're hunting Horcruxes."

"How is it you—" Hermione was got off by Amelia.

"I saw it too!" Amelia exclaimed, Harry looks at her surprised. "I-I don't know how—"

"You let him in! Harry, you can't --" Hermione grows concerned.

"I can't always help it, Hermione!" Harry frowns.  "Maybe I can. I don't know."

"Never mind!" Ron shakes his head. "What did you see? I mean, what did you two see??"

"He's angry." Amelia said. "But he's scared too. He's going to make sure the other
Horcruxes are safe."

Harry's eyes widen at the girl, who waves her hand at him groggily.

"What happens when he finds out four are gone?" asked Ron.

"I reckon he'll do anything to stop us from finding the rest." replied Harry. "There's more: one of them's at Hogwarts. While the other...some sort of charm."

"What?" Ron and Hermione ask in unison.

"You saw it?" asked Hermione.

"I saw the castle, too. And Rowena Ravenclaw." shrugged Amelia. "I think it must have something to do with her. We have to go there, now."

The boys started to change as Amelia hands Harry dry cloths from her bag. Thankfully, inside is not wet.

"Tonight? But we have to plan. We have to figure out what --" Hermione was cut.

"Honestly, Hermione, when have any of our plans actually worked?" questioned Harry.  "We plan, we get there and all hell breaks loose."

"'Fraid he's right." agreed Ron. "One problem: Snape's Headmaster now. We can't just walk in the front door."

"We'll go to Hogsmeade. To Honeydukes. Take the secret passage in the cellar." Harry looks off then, over the lake, in the dragon flew off. "There's something wrong with him.
In the past, I could always follow his thoughts. Now everything feels disconnected."

"Maybe it's because of the Horcruxes. Maybe he's growing weaker." Rom lifts a brow. "Maybe he's dying."

"No. It's more like he's wounded. If anything, he feels more dangerous." Harry purses his lips. "How is it you saw it, Ara?"

"I don't even know," Amelia shuddered. "Just as we fell in the water... the vision came. It felt horrible."