Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower's sons.
"Pollyjuice potion? That's your plan? How are you going to bypass the endless counter-spell measures?"
She looks helplessly behind you. You turn around and see Ron and Harry standing at the cottage. Then it clicks. "You're asking for my help."
"I'm sorry, (Y/n). We wouldn't be asking if it wasn't necessary."
A deep sigh leaves your lips. "Fine", you let out. "But I first need to let Sirius know that I am okay."
Grabbing your wand, you fire off a couple of spells into the sand to test if it is actually your wand. And if your magic still works after all this time.
Once that's done, you conjure a piece of paper and a pen. You pen a quick letter to Sirius about what happened and that you're okay. You also ask to let Teddy know that you're alive and kicking once he comes back. You give the letter to Bill and Fleur's owl and watch it fly away with the letter.
"So...", you ask, turning around to the Golden Trio, "what's the plan?"
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"This is the most reckless plan I've ever heard", you grumble lowly as you walk between Hermione — who's Polijuiced to look like Bellatrix — and a slightly edgier Ron than normal. Your Dark Mark is in full display with the dress you're wearing and you hate it. Harry is somewhere with Griphook under the invisibility cloak.
Hermione stumbles a few times over her heels as you all approach the front desk. You clench your teeth and sneer at the goblins that look up from their work. Pretty much what the Dark Lord's Heir should do, in your opinion.
It's very quiet in the lobby when Hermione clears her throat. But no reaction from the goblin. "I wish to enter my vault."
You cringe internally at how un-Bellatrix Lestrange she sounds. You should have taken the roll.
"Identification?", says the goblin uninterested.
The unsure look in Hermione's eyes makes you speak up. You step in front of her and glare at the goblin. "I hardly think that'll be necessary", you sneer.
The little man looks up from his work as he recognizes your voice. "Madam Lestrange. Mrs Nott." He stands up straight before turning around.
"I don't like to be kept waiting." Hermione calls after the goblin as she folds her arms in front of her chest.
"They know", whispers Griphook. "They know she's an imposter. They've been warned."
You share a look with Ron, who looks ready to pass out when guards approach your group from multiple points.
The goblin returns with another one. "Madam Lestrange, would you mind presenting your wand?", asks the other goblin.
"And why should I do that?" She's getting better at pretending to be Bellatrix, with the way she holds herself.
