I Know You Fancy Me ||D.M.||

Part 122

We have been at the cottage for a couple of days now, Harry has spend most of his time at Dobby's grave. Draco and I have spend most of our time catching up on, well let's say everything. Bill and Fleur have come to take care of everyone here. Everyone is sitting downstairs just doing nothing really. Except Griphook and Ollivander. They are both upstairs in a room of their own. "I need to talk to the goblin." Harry says walking in. Bill nods and takes Harry, Hermione, Ron and I upstairs. Draco isn't in the mood to talk to a bloody goblin, is what he told me. I guess I get it, goblins aren't the nicest of creatures. Bill opens the door to let us in and walks out again. "How are you?" Harry asks once the door is closed again. "Alive." Griphook replies. "You probably don't remember that you-" Harry starts but get's cut off by Griphook: "That I showed you to your vault the first time you came to Gringotts?  Even amongst goblins you're famous, Harry Potter. You burried the elf." "Yes." "And brought me here. You are a very unusual wizard. How did you come by this Sword?" Griphook asks, and points to the Sword of Gryffindor that is standing against the wall beside Harry. Harry looks at it before he replies. "It's complicated. Why did Bellatrix Lestrange think it should be in her vault at Gringotts?" he asks. "It's complicated." Griphook replies dryly. To which Harry responds annoyed and explains how he got the Sword "The Sword presented itself to us in a moment of need. We didn't steal it." "There is a sword in Madam Lestrange's vault identical to this one, but it is a fake. It was placed there this past summer." Griphook explains. "And she never suspected it was a fake?" Harry asks. "The replica is very convincing. Only a goblin would recognize that this is the true Sword of Gryffindor." "Who is the acquaintance?" Hermione speaks up from beside me, making me jump a little. I was not expecting her to say anything. "A Hogwarts professor." Griphook replies and turns his head slightly towards us. "As I understand it, he's now headmaster." "Snape?" Ron and I ask at the same time. "He put a fake sword in Bellatrix's vault? Why?" Ron then asks. "There are more than a few curious things in the vaults at Gringotts." "And in Madam Lestrange's vault as well?" "Perhaps." "I need to get into Gringotts into one pf the vaults." "This is impossible." "Alone, yes. But with you, no." "Why should I help you?" "I have gold. Lots of it" "I have no interest in gold." "Then what?" "That." Griphook says and points towards the Sword again. "That is my price." I see Harry hesitate and look at the Sword. You are not giving a goblin the Sword of Gryffindor, Harry James Potter. Not a goblin of all creatures!  "Deal." Harry says, I sigh. I just told you not too. Harry walks over to us and opens the door, we walk out and I close the door behind us. "Are you thinking thinking there's a horcrux in Bellatrix's vault?" Hermione whispers. "Well, she was terrified when she thought we'd been in there. She kept asking you what else we'd taken. I bet you anything there's a horcrux in there, another piece of his soul. Let's find it and kill it, and then we're one step closer to killing him." Draco, he is a Death Eater, he would be killed if Voldemort knew he was with us right now. He would be killed if Voldemort knew that we are  planning on killing him, and that Draco is doing nothing to stop us. "And what happens when we find it?" Ron asks. "How are we supposed to destroy it now you've given the Sword to Griphook?" "I'm still working on that part." Harry replies. Then Fleur opens the door behind Harry and walks out. "He's weak." is all she says and walks downstairs. Harry silently thanks her and we walk into the room of Ollivander. "Yes?" the man asks weakly. "Mr. Ollivander, I need to ask you a few questions." "Anything, my boy, anything." Ollivander replies. Harry nods and walks closer to him. "Would you mind identifying this wand? We need to know if it's safe to use." and he hands him a wand, Bellatrix's wand. Ollivander examines it for a few seconds. "Walnut. Dragon heartstring. 12 and 3/4 inches. Unyie- unyielding. This belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange. Treat it carefully." Ollivander says, handing it back to Harry. "You talk about wands as if they have feelings.. can think." "The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter. That much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore." "And what do you know about the Deathly Hallows?" Harry asks, and when he does, Ollivander turns pale and his expression on his face changes. "It is rumored 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 master of Death. But few truly believe that such objects exist." "Do you?" Harry asks. "Do you believe they exist, sir?" "Well, I see no reason to put stock into an old wives' tale." "You're lying. You know one exists. You told him about it. You told him about the Elder Wand and where he could go looking for it." "He tortured me. Besides, I only conveyed rumors. There's.. there's no telling whether he will find it." "He has found it, sir." Harry says, Ollivander looks more defeated than he did just minutes ago, I feel bad for him. Then Harry grabs Bellatrix's wand and stands up from the bed. "We will let you rest." he say and I walk out, followed by Hermione, Ron and Harry. "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 a chance." I hear Ollivander say, "Well, I suppose I'll have to kill him before he finds me, then." Harry says confidently. Then he walks past me.