Harry's POV

"How long until Voldemort finds out we broke into the Lestranges' vault?" I ask Ron and Hermione, but none of the answer me.

Too focused on the blink dragon. I have the feeling it won't fall or throw us out of his back. Then I start freaking out, this time talking to myself. Or my dear friend. My brain.

How long until the goblins of Gringotts notify Bellatrix? How quickly will they realize what has been taken? And then, when they discover that the golden cup is missing? Voldemort will know, at last, that we are hunting his Horcruxes.

The air around me turns cooler as the dragon flies higher and higher in the sky. I look down, not able to tell if the black little dots are either people or cars. We fly for what seems like hours, the dragon blindly guiding us around. We fly over a beautiful river, and Ron opens his mouth to speak.

"What do you reckon it's looking for?" He yells.

"No idea." I shake my head and answer.

My hands are numb with cold but I don't dare taking them off the dragon's scales. I don't want to fall and die. Where are we going? Where is the dragon taking us? I wish it could take us to Hogwarts. I want to be next to my sister.

"Hey, buddy." I whisper softly. "I'd be forever in debt if you dropped us near Hogwarts."

The dragon grunts, but I believe it doesn't hear me or understand me. It starts flying in circles and I freeze.

What if it's looking for food? I know I'm hungry and the last time I ate was... Yesterday. So I don't know if this dragon is hungry or not. I don't want to think about it: what if he finally realizes he has three perfectly edible humans on his back?

The sun slips lower in the sky, and the dragon still flies. Isn't it tired? Every muscle aches, my hands gripping the dragon as hard as they can. I don't want to fall.

"Is it my imagination, or are we losing height?" Ron yells after a few minutes of silence.

I look down. Yep, definitely. The mountains and lakes are becoming larger and closer by the second. The dragon stats flying lower and lower, spiraling in circles above one of the smaller lakes.

"I say we jump when it gets low enough!" I all back to them. "Straight into the water before it realizes we're here!"

They agree, Hermione a little faintly. When the dragon is close enough to the water, I shout "NOW!" and the three of us let go of the dragon's scales and jump.

I feel the water before I can process what I'm doing. The cold pierces my skin as my entire body enters the lake, feet first. I kick towards the surface and emerge, panting. I look up, but the dragon is already flying away, water dripping from its mouth. It didn't notice a thing.

As Ron and Hermione emerge, spluttering and gasping, the dragon flies on, its wings beating hard, and lands on a distant bank.

The tree of us swim out of the lake and lay down on the grass. I cough and close my eyes. I'm so tired, all I want to do is lay down and sleep. But I can't. Hermione's bag rests near her hand and I grab my wand, casting the usual protective spells as the other two take care of their injuries.

This is the first time I look at them properly since we left Gringotts. They both have angry red burns all over their arms, some small spots on their faces and ripped clothes. They wince as they apply the cream onto their many injuries.

Hermione hands me the bottle so I can apply some of it too, then pulls out three bottles of pumpkin juice she brought from the Cottage and clean, dry robes for all of us. We change and gulp down the juice. I'm so hungry...

"Well, on the upside, we got the Horcrux. On the downside-" Ron starts and I finish the sentence for him.

"-no sword." I say though gritted teeth.

"No sword." Ron repeats. "That double-crossing little scab..."

I pull the Horcrux from the pocket of my wet jacket and place it down on the grass in front of my two best friends.

"At least we can't wear it this time, that'd look a bit weird hanging around our necks." Ron says, trying to be funny. Hermione and I stare at him without laughing. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and doesn't pay us attention.

Hermione looks across the lake to the far bank where the dragon is still drinking.

"What'll happen to it, do you think?" She asks. "Will it be alright?"

"You sound like Hagrid." Ron says. "It's a dragon, Hermione, it can look after itself. It's us we need to worry about."

"What do you mean?"

"Well I don't know how to break this to you, but I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts."

All three of us start to laugh and, speaking for myself, I can't stop! My ribs ache and the pain I felt earlier due to my empty stomach disappears as we laugh, laying back on the grass beneath us.

I laugh until my throat is raw.

"What are we going to do, though?" Hermione finally asks, turning serious once again. "He'll know, won't he? You-Know-Who will know we know about his Horcruxes!"

"Maybe they'll be too scared to tell him!" Ron gasps hopefully. "Maybe they'll cover up-"

The sky, the smell of the lake water, the sound of Ron's voice extinguish. Pain fills my head.

I am now standing in a dimly lit room, dozens of wizards facing me in a semi circle. I look down to find a small, quacking figure kneeled by my feet.

"What did you say to me?" My voice is high and cold, but fury and fear burn inside him.

But why?

The goblin is trembling, unable to meet the red eyes high above his.

"Say it again!" Voldemort murmurs. So that's why I feel like this. I'm having another 'vision'. "Say it again!"

"M-my Lord." The goblin stammers, its black eyes wide with terror. "M-my Lord... We t-tried to st-stop them... Im-impostors, my Lord.. B-broke into the-into the Lestranges' vault..."

"Impostors? What impostors? I thought Gringotts had ways of revealing impostors Who were they?"

"It was-it was... The P-Potter b-boy and the t-two accomplices..."

"And they took?" He says, his voice rising. "Tell me! What did they take?"

"A-a a s-small golden c-cup m-my Lord..."

Voldemort screams in rage. He feels so angry, so enraged. His hands curl by his side as he lets his roar of anger echo around him. Everyone cowers in fear.

He raises his hand and the Elder Wand slashes through the air and green light erupt through the room; the kneeling goblin rolls over dead.

The watching wizards scatter before him, terrified. Bellatrix and Lucius Malfoy throw others behind them in their race for the door. Voldemort keeps on throwing Avada Kedavra's around, killing everyone that doesn't leave the room fast.

Some of the Horcruxe Voldemort created pass before him, and I see them too: the cup we stole from the vault, the diary I destroyed during second year...

What if the boy knows about the other ones? Is Dumbledore behind this? But he's dead, no he can't be behind this. He always suspected me, but he's dead, because of my orders. He's dead.

I feel anxiety and anger run up and down my body in waves, hitting me every few seconds and leaving a feeling of pure hatred. How dare he speak of Dumbledore like that?

Then it clicks. Voldemort didn't know we entered the vault and stole one of his precious Horcruxes until a few minutes ago. He was clueless. And that angers him. He believes the other ones are intact, safe.

"Damn you, Potter!" Voldemort yells, the room now empty besides the dead bodies. "After what I did to your sister you should have stayed with her, watching her die! YOU BASTARD!"

I freeze, almost falling behind. Voldemort is still talking, yelling profanities about my sister and I.

Then he thinks about the other Horcruxes. One of them is hidden at Hogwarts. And the other one is Nagini, his snake. He wants to keep it close to him, under his protection.

Voldemort screams once again, but this time it's a strangled sound. He want to visit his Horcruxes, at least the ones we haven't found yet. He wants to make sure they're well hidden. He'll check out the ring first.

Well, little Voldemort, we'll eventually find them all. And destroy you.

Being thrown back to the present is not very pleasant. Hermione and Ron are looking down at me with worried expressions. I'm lying down on the grass, probably from falling after entering the vision. I struggle up, shivering, and turn to my two friends, eager to tell them everything.

"He knows." My voice sounds strange and low after Voldemort's high screams. "He knows and he's going to check where the others are, and the last one is at Hogwarts. I knew it. I knew it."

"What?" Ron is gaping at me; Hermione sits up, looking worried.

"But what did you see? How do you know?"

"I saw him find out about the cup, I-I was in his head, he's seriously angry, and scared too, he can't understand how we knew, and now he's going to check the others are safe, the ring first. He things the Hogwarts one is safest, because Snape's there, because it'll be so hard not to be seen getting in. I think he'll check that one last, but he could still be there within hours-"

"Did you see where in Hogwarts it is?" Ron asks, now scrambling to his feet too.

"No, he didn't think about exactly where it is-"

"Wait, wait!" Hermione cries as Ron grabs the Horcrux and I pull out the Invisibility Cloak again. "We can't just go, we haven't got a plan, we need to-"

"We need to get going." I say firmly. I'm hungry and sleepy but we have to do this, it's now or never. "Can you imagine what he's going to do once he realizes the ring and the locket are gone? What if he moves the Hogwarts Horcrux, decides it isn't safe enough?

"But how are we going to get in?"

"We'll go to Hogsmeade and try to work something out once we see what the protection around the school's like. Get under the Cloak, Hermione, I want to stick together this time." I explain my plan, but Hermione doesn't seem to like it.

"But we don't really fit-"

"It'll be dark, no one's going to notice our feet."
The flapping of enormous wings echoes across the black water. The dragon stops drinking and rises into the air.

We stop doing whatever we were going and watch it as it flies higher and higher, now almost invisible against the darkening sky. Hermione then walks towards and takes her place between Ron and I, and I pull the cloak down as far as it goes.

We turn around and start walking into the crushing darkness.

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Third person's POV

"Give me the red vial, the red vial!"

The small office is busy with the two students trying to help. They've been locked in there for hours, but there's nothing they can do now.

"Drink it, honey." The sweaty man pleads, his greasy black hair falling on his eyes. "Come on, come on! Don't leave us now!"

The passed out girl in front of them opens her mouth unconsciously and he opens the small tube, placing it on her lips and tilting it. The red liquid falls on her mouth and she gags.

"No, honey! Drink it." The ginger girl grabs her hand and pats it. "Drink it."

The girl sobs but keeps on drinking, her eyes always closed. Those around her sigh in relief but their relief is interrupted by the girl's coughs. She shakes and coughs, the liquid leaving her mouth as fast as it entered.

The greasy haired man sighs and frantically searches for another solution. But he realizes there is none. There's nothing he can do to help her.

The only one that can heal her is the one that poisoned her, because he doesn't know a thing about this poison. It's rare, and he has never heard of it, but it's composition is very similar to a certain snake.

He knows too well who did this to her.

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, with the help of his precious snake.

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