Rosalyn was sat by Dobby's grave again. She wasn't crying this time, but her red hair was flying about, the cruel wind whipping her face and reddening her cheeks.

"He loves you very much, you know."

Rosalyn turned round and saw Luna walking up the sand to the grave.

"What?"

Instead of answering with words, Luna handed her a galleon. "What's this for?" Rosalyn asked, coin in her hand.

"It's how we communicated at the start of the year," Luna explained. "They can send messages to other coins and, if you want it to be, all the coins. I sent a message to Neville basically every day when I was trapped in that cellar, but he'd never been as excited as when I told him you were there with me. Or as... scared."

Rosalyn smiled slightly. "I've always felt so... bad about leaving you all at Hogwarts. What you've been facing there is most likely much worse than what we have."

Luna shook her head. "Would you like me to tell him something?"

Rosalyn nodded. "Can you tell him that I'm still alive... and that I've thought about him every single day since I left the wedding... and that I love him... I love him so much."

Luna nodded. "I hope that one day, I'm loved as much as he loves you."

Rosalyn smiled. "You will be, Luna. I promise you will be."

Luna left her to it, then, and Rosalyn sighed. She tried not to think about Neville at that moment, because when she was possibly on the verge of death, she didn't beg to think about those she loved.

☆☆☆

Hermione had just taken the polyjuice and she had transformed into Bellatrix. Rosalyn, Ron and Harry were waiting for her with Griphook, further up the sand from the house.

That's when Bellatrix Lestrange came strolling up. "Well?" Hermione asked. "How do I look?"

"Hideous," Ron answered. Hermione seemed content with this.

"Right," she said. "Come here, Ron, and let me do you, you as well Harry."

They had decided that, to properly conceal them, Ron and Harry would be Bellatrix's 'foreign' friends. Rosalyn would be under the invisibility cloak, ready to help if any trouble arose. Griphook would be on her back, also ready to help. Somehow, Rosalyn guessed she would probably do it more.

"You can give that to Hermione to hold, Griphook," Rosalyn said, gesturing to Bellatrix's wand in Griphook's hand. He had the sword, as well, but they'd deal with that later.

Once Harry and Ron were done, complete with moustaches, longer hair and even different eye colours, Hermione put her hand out, and let the others hold onto it.

"We're relying on you, Griphook," Rosalyn said, as they all joined hands. "If you can get us past the guards and into the vault, the sword's yours."

As she descended into the darkness, she couldn't help thinking that she hadn't properly stipulated the terms.

☆☆☆

They landed in an avenue going off Diagon Alley. Hermione made to walk out of it.

"Madam Lestrange," a man in the street said. He bowed low as if he was afraid of what he would do to her if he didn't.

"Good morning," said Hermione unsurely, before the man walked away and Hermione disappeared into the avenue again.

"Good morning?" Griphook exclaimed in annoyance. "Good morning? You're Bellatrix Lestrange not some dewy-eyed school girl!"

"Hey, go easy," Ron stepped in front of Hermione.

"If she gives us away, we might as well use that sword to slit our own throats, you understand?" Griphook hissed. They now understood the severity of the situation.

"He's right, I was being stupid," Hermione cursed herself.

"Come on, let's go," Rosalyn said.

They soon entered the bank. It was very quiet, and the Goblins took no notice of them. Rosalyn and Griphook slowly walked behind Harry and Ron, who walked behind Hermione. After stumbling a bit (the heels were very high) she got to the top of the bank.

The goblin there was just like the others, scratching away with its quill, paying no attention to the woman before him.

Hermione knew she had to do this properly, so she drew her shoulders back, fixed her posture and spoke authoritatively. "I wish- to enter my vault."

"Identification?" The goblin spoke as though someone was plugging his nose.

"I hardly think that'll be necessary," Hermione started to panic.

"Madam Lestrange," The goblin looked up (finally).

"I don't like to be kept waiting," Hermione reminded him, as he walked over to get something else.

Suddenly, Rosalyn felt Griphook's hot breath on her neck. "They know! They know she's an imposter! They've been warned."

Rosalyn turned round and saw a security man slowly start to walk up to them.

"Rosie," Ron hissed to her. "What do we do, Rosie?"

"Madam Lestrange," the goblin had returned with someone else. "Would you mind presenting your wand?"

They know Bellatrix's wand was stolen and who it was stolen by... Rosalyn thought hopelessly.

"And why should I do that?" Hermione was in distress now.

"It's the bank's policy," the goblins insisted. "Surely you understand in the current climate..."

"No, I most certainly do not understand!" Hermione raised her voice.

"I must insist..." The goblin continued.

"Act now!" Griphook hissed again. "The imperius curse!"

Rosalyn slowly edged round so that she had a clear shot.

The goblin continued. "I'm afraid I must have to..."

"Imperio!" Rosalyn hissed from under the cloak.

This seemed to relax the goblin, which Rosalyn soon learned was called Bogrod, and he smiled toothily at Hermione. "Follow me, Madam Lestrange."

Soon, they all had a cart and were riding down to the depths of Gringotts. With Bogrod out of action, Griphook rode, and the other five struggled to fit.

Suddenly, up ahead, Rosalyn saw a waterfall. "What's that?" She bellowed at Griphook, knowing it wasn't just water. "Griphook, what is it?"

But it was too late, suddenly, they all got drenched in the water-that-wasn't-water and then the cart came to a stop. Rosalyn looked around in shock. Suddenly, a light appeared out the front of the cart. Then a siren started on it as it turned red.

Just before the cart ejected them all and they all fell to the ground. Rosalyn heard Hermione scream. "Arresto momento!"

Rosalyn was just about to smash into the rock at the bottom, before she came to a stop, then fell. "Well done Hermione," she choked and spluttered, watching the cart go back up to the top of the bank.

"Oh no, you look like you again," Harry said in shock.

Looking around, this much was true. Hermione was Hermione again, and all of Ron and Harry's facial hair had disappeared.

"The thieves' downfall," Griphook explained. "Washes away all enchantments. Can be deadly."

"You don't say," Ron said sarcastically. "Just out of interest, is there any other way out of here?"

Before Griphook could answer, Bogrod recovered. "What the devil are all you doing down here? Thieves! I-"

"Imperio!" Ron did it this time. Rosalyn uttered a non verbal thanks to him.

Suddenly, a roar echoed from a few hundred metres away. "That doesn't sound good," Ron commented.

As they walked closer, Rosalyn's suspicions became wilder and wilder, and when she saw what it was, she was in awe. In awe of the dangerousness.

A pale grey dragon lay down ahead of them. It was chained to about fifty things and Rosalyn knew that they must have had other things to keep it under control, but for some reason, she felt sorry for the dragon, a reason she was still figuring out.

"Oh bloody hell, that's the Ukrainian Ironbelly," Ron let out a gasp.

"Here," Griphook handed them a sort of maraca. He and Bogrod shook them and they emitted a noise that caused the dragon to sink back, afraid.

"It's been trained to expect pain when it hears the noise!" Griphook told them as they quickly walked past the dragon.

"That's barbaric," Hermione said hatefully.

Soon, they were pressing Bogrod's hand into the Lestrange's vault door. The lock realigned and opened the door.

Rosalyn quickly stepped in and so did the other five. They had to destroy this horcrux. They just had to.

"Lumos," Rosalyn, Harry, Ron and Hermione said at the same time, lighting up the whole vault.

It was covered in gold, silver, bronze and every material in between. Rosalyn noticed the fake sword of Gryffindor in the corner, but she had no interest in it. That wasn't what she had come for.

"Accio horcrux," Hermione tried.

"You're seriously not trying that one again, are you?" Ron said exasperatedly.

"That kind of magic won't work in here," Griphook continued.

"Is it in here, Rosie?" Ron asked as Rosalyn ventured further down the vault. "Can you feel anything?"

Rosalyn pointed her wand up and down, trying to figure out where it was. Ron was right. She could feel something.

Then she saw it.

It was another of the founder's objects. Rosalyn knew it was Hufflepuff's because of the badger, branded into the side of it. Bellatrix had been Slytherin. She wouldn't be keeping something from Hufflepuff in her vault unless she was told to...

Suddenly, Hermione touched a gold goblet that was stacked up in the vault. Instead of an alarm going off, or a siren, the goblet just burst into multiple goblets.

"That's it, up there!" Rosalyn pointed to the horcrux.

"They've added the gemino curse, everything you touch will multiply!" Griphook said, just realising.

"Give me the sword!" Rosalyn shouted. Hermione pulled it from her skirt and threw it to her.

By now, the room was filling up. Rosalyn had an idea to use the useless treasure to climb up, as the horcrux was positioned quite high.

She desperately climbed with the sword, she needed to get the horcrux, she needed to-

She lunged for the cup and caught it, just before she disappeared under the mounds of treasure. "Stop moving!" She heard Hermione shout.

Rosalyn had no intentions of that. She burst from the treasure, cup and sword in either hand. But she slid down the treasure hill, dropping the horcrux-

"Get it!" Rosalyn roared.

But it was Griphook who had seen it and Griphook who had lunged.

"We had a deal!" Rosalyn reminded the goblin.

"The cup for the sword!" Griphook roared back.

Rosalyn had no choice. Grabbing the cup, she threw the sword to Griphook, who caught it gratefully. "I said I'd get you in, I didn't say anything about getting you out."

"You little shi-"

And with that, he pressed Bogrod's hand to the vault door and left.