The Story Of Our Lives {Draco Malfoy Fanfiction}

46》 Shell Cottage

The day was leaning towards evening. Ron and Hermione sat together in the living room, and I helped Fleur with making tea.

"It's beautiful here." Luna complimented towards Bill and Fleur, looking out into the beach setting. Bill looked up at her from where he stood in the kitchen.

"It was our Aunt's. We used to come here as kids. They only use it now as a safe house." He paused, glancing at Fleur. "What's left of us at least." Harry entered the house and said,

"I need to talk to the goblin."

Bill nodded and led the way to the room in which Griphook, the goblin, was in. Harry indicated for Ron, Hermione, and I to come as well. Bill opened the door and let us in, closing the door shut behind, leaving us to talk privately with the goblin.

"How are you?" Harry said, striking up conversation as casually as possible. Griphook opened his eyes, which were once closed before Harry spoke up.

"Alive." The goblin answered with.

Silence.

Harry looked back at us, as if trying to ask us silently what he should say. He turned his head back around. "You probably don't remember that you-"

"That I showed you to your vault the first time you came to Gringotts? Even amongst goblins you are famous, Harry Potter." Harry walked to the opposite side of the room, peeking out the window. "You buried the elf?" Griphook asked.

Harry nodded. "Yes."

"He brought me here." The goblin said, 'he' being Dobby. "Very unusual, isn't he? How did you come by the sword?"

"It's complicated." Harry replied after a moment of finding the right words to say. "Why did Bellatrix Lestrange think it should be in her vault at Gringotts?"

"It's complicated." Griphook mocked, using the same answer Harry used.

"The sword presented itself to us in a moment of need. We didn't steal it." Clarified Harry.

"There is a sword in Madam Bellatrix's vault identical to this one. But it is a fake. She placed it in there last summer."

"And she never suspected it was a fake?" Questioned Harry.

"The replica is very convincing. Only a goblin can recognize that this is the true sword of Gryffindor." Griphook explained.

"Who's the acquaintant?" Hermione asked.

"A Hogwarts professor. As I understand now, he is Headmaster."

"Snape?" Ron and I said at the same time. We payed no attention to it though.

Ron continued. "He put the fake sword in Bellatrix's vault? Why?"

"There are more than a few curious things at Gringotts." Said Griphook.

"And in Bellatrix's vault too?" I asked.

Griphook waited a few before saying, "Perhaps."

"I need to get into Gringotts." Harry stated. "Into one of the vaults."

"It is impossible."

"I know. But with you, it isn't."

The goblin crossed his arms. "Why should I help you.?"

"I have gold." Harry said, trying to persuade Griphook. "Lots of it."

"I'm not interested in gold." The goblin denied. "I'm interested in that." He pointed to the sword. "That is my prize."

Harry stared at the sword of Gryffindor, contemplating whether or not he should give it to him. "Deal."

DEAL?! How could Harry let that goblin take the real sword of Gryffindor? If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't give away the sword. Then again, that's just what I think. I mean, if it means that Griphook will help us break into Gringotts, then I guess we have no choice but to give the sword away.

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Next, we stopped by Ollivander's room. We entered the bedroom, where we found Ollivander sitting in a chair next to the window. "Yes?"

"Mr. Ollivander, I need to ask you a few questions."

"Anything, my boy, anything."

Harry walked up to him, the three of us following after. He pulled out a wand from his pocket. "Would you mind identifying this wand? We need to know if it's safe to use." Harry gave the wand to Ollivander to inspect. He held it between his fingers, turning it.

"Walnut, dragon heartstring, twelve and three quarter inches." He described. "Unyielding. This belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange. Treat it carefully." He handed that wand back to Harry, who took it and gave the old man another. The second wand looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't pinpoint where I've seen it.

"And this one?"

"Hawthorn, unicorn hair, ten inches. Reasonable pliant." Ollivander put it up to his ear for an unknown reason. "This was the wand of Draco Malfoy."

My breathed hitched. That's why it seemed familiar. It was Draco's wand. But why did Harry have it? How'd he manage to get it? And, why did Ollivander say 'was'?

I spoke up. "Was? Is it not still?"

"Perhaps not. If you have won it from him. I sense its allegiance has changed." He explained, while looking towards Harry and giving it back to him.

"You talk about wands as if they have feelings. As if they can think." Harry said.

"The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. That much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore." He interpreted.

Harry hesitated before asking his next question. "And what do you know about the Deathly Hallows?"

The elderly man's face dropped ever so slightly. "It is rumored that there are three. The Elder Wand, the Cloak of Invisibility- to hide you from your enemies-, and the Resurrection Stone- to bring back loved ones from the dead. Together, they make one the master of Death. But few truly believe that such objects exist."

"Do you believe they exist, sir?" Harry questioned.

"Well, I see no reason to put stock in an old wife's tale." He laughed without humor.

"You're lying." Harry said, seriously. "You know one exists. You told Him about it. You told Him about the Elder Wand, and where He could go looking for it."

Ollivander dropped his head. "He tortured me." He explained. "Besides, they're conveyed ruins. There's no telling whether you will find it."

"He has found it, sir." After a moment's silence, harry got up. "We'll let you rest."

"He's after you, Mr. Potter. If it's true, what you say, and He has the Elder Wand, I'm afraid you really don't stand I chance." Ollivander said.

"Well, I suppose I'll have to kill him before he finds me, then." He said, strangely calm.

With that, we exited the room.

What Ollivander said sort of made me a bit more nervous. If the Dark Lord has the wand, does that really mean he has a better chance of winning? If it's true, then we're damned.

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I'm proud of myself. Another longer chapter. Sure, I know it's not super exciting, but still.
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