Harry's POV

After leaving Lilith with Snape, I went back to Fleur and Bill's beach house. Hermione and Ron were sitting by the window when I jumped out of the fireplace.

They asked me the typical questions like what happened to Lilith, blah blah blah. But I wasn't really listening. I knew they were trying to be nice but my mind was elsewhere. I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying.

I blink, feeling an arm around my shoulders. I look down at Hermione, who stares at my eyes with sadness. She prepared everything while o was gone.

"She'll be fine, Harry. She's strong."

I run my hands through my hair and shrug. I focus on the conversation in front of me and forget about my problems for a few minutes.

"So, Hermione- or should I say- Bellatrix." I smirk at her. "You'll be using her actual wand, so you'll be pretty convincing."

She looks scared, grabbing the wand with a weird expression, as if it might bite her. It would be funny to watch.

"I hate this thing. I really hate it. It feels all wrong, it doesn't work properly for me..." She says in a low voice. "It's like a bit of her."

I'm about to say something to make her relax and be at ease with the wand when Ron enters the small living room.

"It'll probably help you get in character, though." He says. "Think what that wand's done!"

"But that's my point!" Hermione yells. "This is the wand that tortured Neville's parents, and who knows how many other people? This is the wand that killed Sirius!"

I shiver at her words. It was one thing to be in the presence of the woman who killed my godfather. But her wand... The possibilities were endless! From burning it to breaking it and sending the pieces back to her, I have to many ideas.

"I miss my wand," Hermione sighs miserably. "I wish Mr. Ollivander could have made me another one too."

Another thing that happened while I was gone. Ollivander sent Luna a new wand, and she's now testing it on the back lawn, with Dean watching her, not very happy. He too lost his wand. I don't have my wand either and I'm not sulking around.

I look down at me hands, realizing I'm holding the wand that once belonged to Draco Malfoy. That bastard. It responds to my wishes and it's actually very good and light.

The door of the bedroom opens and Griphook enters. The goblin's eyes drift to the Gryffindor sword by the wall, and I instinctively reach for it, but he notices and sends me a glare.

Oh, I'm so scared.

Instead of talking about his lustful, wondering eyes, I advert the attention to Griphook himself.

"We've just been checking the last-minute stuff, Griphook. We've told Bill and Fleur we're leaving tomorrow, and we've told them not to get up to see us off."

I don't want those two to know what we're about to do, the less they know or suspect, the better. Hermione is going to transform into Bellatrix before we leave, and Ron too, and it would be very hard to explain to Bill and Fleur.

I watch as Hermione picks her bag from the floor, the one with the tent Bill gave us. We lost our previous one, and he was nice to lend us one of his. I explained to them we won't come back. They think we're just leaving to keep on searching for Horcruxes.

Luna's laughs can be heard around the Josie. I'll be missing them, Luna, Dean, Fleur and Bill. But the person I'll be missing the most is my sister. I haven't heard from Snape since I left her three days ago. I don't know if she's okay, if she's alive...

Stop thinking about that, Harry! Just finish this damn thing and you can back to her.

I nod, like those words were said out loud. Ron looks at me from the corner of his eyes, but I ignore him and walk away from the group,

As usual, the damn goblin follows me, always watching. How are we supposed to escape without giving him the Gryffindor Sword? He is always after us, never leaving our side for more than ten minutes.

I can't wait for tomorrow. Well leave as soon as the sun rises and I'm impatient. Getting rid of this goblin and the weight of not seeing my sister are the only things I want to do now.

I lay awake all night. I can't sleep, images of my sister's trembling body invading my mind. Every time I close my eyes I see her, her fragile body, ice cold. I cover my face with both my arms and feel the tears I've been controlling for the past days trying to escape. I sniff, I can't cry, not now. My sister needs me, and I have to stay strong.

Besides the fear of losing Lilith, I can't shake off the fear that this is all going to go wrong. Yes, our plan is perfect and we've been practicing but Griphook's glossy eyes give me the chills. I look around the room I'm in, Ron and Dean sleeping on some couches around the living room.

When five o'clock arrives, I sigh in relief. The sun isn't up yet, and it's easier for us to leave while it's still dark. Everyone starts waking up and I pretend to do the same. They don't need to know I haven't slept since I left Lilith with Snape. They have enough problems already.

I get ready and wait for Hermione and Ron outside the house. I shake around as time goes by and they don't come outside. What's going on? Man, I need to leave as soon as possible or I'll go insane.

"Calm down, we're here." Hermione pats my back as they close the door, Griphook right behind them. "We can go now."

I look up and almost choke on my own spit. Hermione is walking towards me, but she's not herself anymore: she's Bellatrix Lestrange.

She's wearing some old robes and a very dirty dress, completing the disguise. She hides her bag inside the pocket of her robes and doesn't meet my eyes. I can't help the shiver is loathing that runs through my body.

Even without the usual high heels Lestrange uses, Hermione- you know, Hermione as Lestrange- is taller than me, and he face, her face reminds me of the woman who killed Sirius.

Hermione opens her mouth and Bellatrix's low voice comes out. I shiver involuntarily.

"She tasted disgusting, worse than Gurdyroots! Okay, Ron, come here so I can do you..."

"Right, but remember, I don't like the beard too long." Ron grabs his wand and walks to Hermione.

"Oh, for heaven's sake, this isn't about looking handsome"

"It's not that, it gets in the way! But I liked my nose a bit shorter, try and do it the way you did last time."

Hermione sighs and starts working on Ron's disguise, muttering under her breath as she transforms various aspects of Ron's appearance. He's supposed to be given a fake identity, to accompany Hermione, while Griphook and I hide under the Invisibility Cloak and follow them.

"There." Hermione interrupts my thoughts. "How does he look, Harry?"

I know Ron is under that disguise but I wouldn't believe it if someone told me. His hair is now long and wavy, and his chin and cheeks are blessed with a thick brown beard. His nose is shorter too, and he has heavier eyebrows now.

"Well, he's not my type, but he'll do." I tease him. "Shall we go, then?"

All three of us glance back at the Shell Cottage, lying dark and silent under the fading stars, then turn and begin to walk toward the point where we'll be able to Disapparate. Once past the gate, Griphook speaks.

"I should climb up now, Harry Potter, I think?"

I bend down and the goblin climbs onto my back, his hands linked on front of my throat. He is not heavy, but the feeling of his ah de around my throat aren't something I'm very comfortable with. And he's not gentle. Hermione pulls the Invisibility Cloak out of her bag and throws it over us.

"Perfect!" She says, bending down to check my feet. "I can't see a thing. Let's go."

I turn to follow them, Griphook on my shoulders, concentrating on the Leaky Cauldron. The goblin clings even tighter as we move into the darkness, and seconds later my feet find pavement and I open my eyes.

Muggles move past us wearing tired expressions, quite unconscious of the little inn's existence.

The bar of the Leaky Cauldron is nearly deserted. The landlord is polish glasses behind the bar, two wizards are having a conversation near the fireplace. When they notice Hermione, thinking she is Bellatrix, they move away from us and into the shadows.

"Madam Lestrange." Murmurs the landlord, and as Hermione pauses he inclines his head in both respect and fear..

"Good morning." She answers, too happy. The landlord, Tom, looks surprised, and I whisper in Hermione's ear.

"Too polite. You need to treat people like they're scum!"

"Okay, okay!" She answers back, lowering her voice and looking at the man from under her eyelashes.

This is going to be a disaster...

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Sometimes, sometimes I don't like being right. It really was disastrous, our way to the bank. A man tried to hurt Hermione, we found a Death Eater along the way and  she had to lie about a few things.

Not suspicious at all.

He follow us to Gringotts, saying he too needed to go there. Let's just say it wasn't very comfortable. A watchful Death Eater was the last thing we needed.

I have never been here, the darkness of this side of Gringotts surrounding us like snakes. Griphook. We're in the cart, driving towards the witch's vault, and I feel it shake under my fingers. We're driving at a very dangerous speed, too fast for me to see anything besides darkness around me.

"No!" The goblin's shout fills my ears as we drive right thought a waterfall.

Water fills my eyes and mouth, and I almost choke. I can't see, I can't breathe and I can't open my eyes. With a sudden lurch, the cart flips over and we are all thrown out of it.

The cart smashes into pieces against the walls as we fall. Her moline shirks and Ron lungs forward to catch her, but without luck. The air rushes past my ears, my body falling like I weight nothing. The four of us land painlessly on the rocky passage floor.

"C-Cushioning Charm." Hermione stutters, as Ron pulls her to her feet and hugs her.

Cute.

No, this can't be happening. Ron and Hermione are themselves again. They no longer look like Bellatrix and her foreign 'helper'. Hermione is now wrapped in those overlarge robes, sopping wet and- well, Hermione. Ron is once again red-haired and beardless. They realize it as they look at each other, feeling their own faces.

"The Thief's Downfall!" Griphook shouts, clearly frustrated, standing and looking back the waterfall.  That was not a regular waterfall and it was there for a reason, like everything in the magical world. "It washes away all enchantment, all magical concealment! They know there are imposers in Gringotts, they have set off defenses against us!"

Hermione checks inside her pockets for her bag, and I look around for the Invisibility Cloak. The goblin that is supposed to guide us shakes his head and looks around at us, bewildered: The Thief's Downfall lifted his Imperius Curse.

"We need him." Griphook says. "We cannot enter the vault without a Gringott's
goblin. And we need the clankers!"

"Imperio!" I say again, my voice echoing through the some passage as Bogrod is once again submitted to by will. His expression changes completely, now polite and indifferent.

"Harry, I think I can hear people coming!" Hermione warns worriedly, and she points Bellatrix's wand at the waterfall and cries out, "Protego!"

The Shield Charm breaks the flow of enchanted water as it flew up the passageway.

"Good thinking." Ron compliments her.

"Lead the way, Griphook!" I want this to end as soon as possible.

"How are we going to get out again?" Ron asks as we hurry on foot into the darkness after the goblin, who guides us.

"Let's worry about that when we have to. I sigh. I can hear some weird noises. "Griphook, how much farther?"

"Not far, Harry Potter, not far..."

That was very helpful, thank you so much.

And then we turn a corner and see the thing I've been prepared to, but it still makes me stop. A gigantic dragon, tethered to the ground on front of us, guarding the passageway to some of the vaults.

Important vaults. Like Lestrange's.

I don't even want to describe it, its appearance is scary enough to frighten a very mature man. It can roast us if he dares to open his mouth.

"It is partially blind." Griphook pants from the walk. "But even more savage for that. However, we have the means to control it. It has learned what to expect when the Clankers come. Give them to me."

Ron passes the bag to Griphook, and the goblin pulls out a number of small metal instruments that when shaken made a long ringing noise. Griphook hands them out: Bogrod accepts his meekly, not even looking up.

"You know what to do." The goblin sends us a stern look. "It will expect pain when it hears the noise. It will retreat, and Bogrod must place his palm upon the door of the vault."

We advance around the corner again, with me walking in front of everyone else. It's time for me to show my heroic abilities. We shake our instruments or Clankers or whatever these are, and the noise echoes off the rocky walls, grossly magnified, making my skill vibrate with every shake. The dragon lets out a hoarse roar, then retreats. I can see it trembling. The poor creature is terrified. As we walk closer to it, o see its scars.

Poor dragon.

"Make him press his hand to the door!" Griphook urges me, and I remove my eyes from the dragon, focusing on the slightly high goblin in front of me.

I turn my wand upon Bogrod. The old goblin obeys, pressing his palm to the wood, and the door of the vault melts away to reveal a cavelike opening, crammed from floor to ceiling with golden coins and goblets, silver armor, the skins of strange creatures.

Chilly scenario.

"Search, fast!" I tell them and the three of us hurry inside the vault. But the unknown Horcruxes is going to be harder to find.

A few seconds after we enter the vault, the door reappears, sealing us inside it, and darkness surrounds us once again.

"No matter, Bogrod will be able to release us!"  Griphook says as Ron gives a shout of surprise. "Light your wands, can't you? And hurry, we have little time!"

"Lumos!"

We shine our lit wands around the vault. I see the fake sword of Gryffindor lying on a high shelf amongst some chains.

"Harry, could this be- Aargh!"

Hermione screams in pain, and I turn my wand on her in time to see a jeweled goblet tumbling from her grip. But as it falls, it splits, becoming a shower of goblets, the floor now covered in identical cups rolling in every direction, the original impossible to discern amongst them.

"It burned me!" Hermione moans, sucking her red fingers.

"They have added Germino and Flagrante Curses!" Griphook sneers like it is our fault. "Everything you touch will burn and multiply, but the copies are worthless, and if you continue to handle the treasure, you will eventually be crushed to death by the weight of expanding gold!"

"Okay, don't touch anything!" I shout desperately, but right after my words leave my mouth, Ron accidentally nudges one of the fallen goblets with his foot, and twenty more appear.

"Stand still, don't move!" Hermione says, clutching at Ron.

"Just look around! Remember, the cup's small and gold, it's got a badger engraved on it, two handles, otherwise see if you can spot Ravenclaw's symbol anywhere, the eagle-"

We study every single inch of the vault, turning on the spot. Carefully lifting my arm for the light to reach the end of the room, I brush up against some Galleons, sending a cascade of fake money into the ground. The space is now smaller, and we have to be even more careful not to touch these objects.

Looking up, now that the noise stopped and the money is no longer falling down, my hearts stops as I spot the cup.

"It's there, it's up there!"

Ron and Hermione pointe their wands at it too, so that the little golden cup sparkles with the light: the cup that had belonged to Helga Hufflepuff, which had passed into the possession of Hepzibah Smith, and later stolen by Tom Riddle.

"And how the hell are we going to get up there without touching anything?" Ron asks.

"Accio Cup!" Hermione shouts.

"No use, no use!" The golfing sneers.

"Then what do we do?" I ask, desperate. "If you want the sword, Griphook, then you'll have to help us more than- oh wait! Can I touch stuff with the sword? Hermione, give it here!"

Hermione fumbles insider her robes, draws out a beaded bag, rummages for a few seconds, then removes the shining sword. I touch the too of the blade to an object near my foot. It doesn't multiply.

"If I can just poke the sword through a handle... But how am I going to get up there?"

The shelf on which the cup reposes is out of reach for any of us, even Ron, who's tallest. I feel sweat running down my face as I hear the dragon roar on the other side of the vault door, and the sound of clanking growing louder and louder.

We are so screwed. There's no way out besides the door and it sounds like a horde of goblins is walking towards us. Ron and Hermione's faces are replicas of my own, showing pure terror.

"Hermione." I shake her arm to gain her attention, as the clanking grows louder. "I've got to get up there, we've got to get rid of it-"

"Levicorpus." She raises her wand, points it at me, and whispers.

Hermione's spell lifts my body from the floor and I float around the vault, hitting a suit of armor and replicas burst out of it, filling the cramped space. With screams of pain, Ron, Hermione, and the two goblins are knocked aside into other objects, which also begin to replicate. Half buried in a rising tide of red-hottreasure, they struggle and yell has I thrust the sword through the handle of Hufflepuff's cup, hooking it onto the blade.

"Impervius!" Hermione yells in an attempt to protect herself, Ron, and the goblins from the burning metal.

Then the worst scream yet made me look down: Ron and Hermione are waist deep in treasure, struggling to keep Bogrod from slipping beneath the rising tide, but Griphook is out of sight, apart from his long fingers.

I grab his fingers and pull him up, the goblin emerging from the trophies, burning.

"Liberatocorpus!" I yell and with a crash Griphook and I land on the surface of the swelling treasure, and the sword flies out of my hand. "Get it!"

I fight the pain of the hot metal on my skin, gritting my teeth and waiting for the goblin to catch the sword. But he climbs my shoulders to avoid the pain.

"Where's the sword? It had the cup on it!" I ask, and he looks around.

The clanking on the other side of the door is growing louder and louder. It's too late, they're already outside.

"There!" Griphook finds the sword and lunges for it. Oh the sneaky goblin. He never believed us when we promised to give him the sword!

He grips my hair with one hand to prevent me from leaving and to stay, to protect him from the burning objects, and the other seizing the sword. The goblin holds it high in the air so I can't catch it. He sends the tiny cup flying across the vault and I leave everything behind and catch it. I can feel the burns on my skin but that doesn't stop me. Countless Hufflepuff cups burst from my fist, raining down upon me as the entrance of the vault opens up again and we're thrown out of the room in an avalanche of burning hot gold and silver.

Hardly aware of the pain from the burns covering my body, I shove the cup into my pocket and reach up to retrieve the sword, but Griphook is gone.

"Thieves! Thieves!" I look at my left and there he is, surrounded by goblins and shouting. "Hell! Thieves!"

And we're surrounded, our opponents carrying daggers and swords, believing Griphook's lies. Bastard.

"Stupefy!" I shout, and Ron and Hermione join in.

Jets of red light fly into the crowd of goblins, and some topple over, but others advance, and I see several wizard guards running around the corner.

The tethered dragon lets out a roar, and a gush of flame flies over the goblins; the guards run away and take cover behind the pilars.

I have an idea, and it's a good one!

"This way!" I yell at my friends, and shoot Stunning Spells as I spring towards the blond dragon, Ron and Hermione right behind me.

"Harry! Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione cries.

"Get up, climb up, come on."

The dragon hasn't realized that it is free: my foot finds the crook of its hind leg and I pull myself up onto its back. The scales are hard as steel. It doesn't even seem to feel me. Ron and Hermione do the same and sit behind me. As soon as Hermione's butt hits its back, the dragon roar and becomes aware of its freedom.

With a roar it comes back to life- literally: I dug in my knees, clutching as tightly as I can to the scales as the wings open, knocking the shrieking goblins aside, and it soars into the air.

Us, the little humans on its back, shriek as it almost squashes us against the ceiling. The dragon pushes the goblins aside and walks down the passage.

"We'll never get out, it's too big!" Hermione screams, but the dragon opens its mouth and lets out a river of flames again, blasting the tunnel, making the fragile ceiling crack and crumble.

The dragon fights its way out, and Hermione's spells help it too, and flies away.

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Third person's POV

She's not healing. The poison is already reaching her heart. He doesn't know if he can heal her.

But he promised her brother he would do everything. And there's still one thing left. He promised her he would protect her.

He can't let them down.

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Well hello there, people! I know you're probably wondering what happened to Lilith. Well, latebutfate  knows exactly what happened ;) and she's mad at me!

We'll have some chapters with Harry's POV because I want to share what he feels, not knowing what's happening to his sister, so ok!

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