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As Bill fills a kettle, Luna taps the wind chime hanging in the window and a ghostly refrain fills the room.

"It's beautiful here." Luna tells him.

"It was our Aunt's. We used to come here as kids. The Order uses it now as a safe house, what's left of us, at least."

Luna ponders this, then taps the chime again. "Muggles think these keep evil away. But they're wrong..."

Bill studies her curiously. Then Harry and I appear in the doorway with Ron and Hermione.

"We need to talk to the goblin." Harry states. Bill nods and places the kettle down. Wiping his hands on a towel, he leads us up the stairs.

A knock sounds. Griphook turns, watches Bill push open the door, steps aside for Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I. Harry waits for Bill to withdraw. Then turns to Griphook.

"How are you?" He asks.

"Alive."

"You probably don't remember..." I begin to say.

"...that I showed you both to your vault the first time you visited Gringotts? Even amongst goblins, you are famous, Harry and Amelia Potter." He nods to the window. "You buried the elf. I saw you."

"Yes." Harry states. I look down in remembrance of Dobby.

"And brought me here." Griphook studies us curiously. "You are a very unusual wizards."

"Why did you leave Gringotts?" I ask, wiping a tear that escaped my eye.

"Soon the Death Eaters will control it. That was unacceptable to me."

"Then you're on our side." Ron chimes in.

"This is a wizard's war. I take no side." Griphook glares at Ron.

"We need to get inside Gringotts, into one of the vaults." Harry tells him.

"It is impossible." The goblin looks out the window.

"Alone, yes. With you, no." I say. Griphook stares impassively at me, silent. He glances at the Sword of Gryffindor, which stands in the corner.

"How did you come by this sword?"

"It's complicated." I answer. "Why did Bellatrix Lestrange think it should be in her vault at Gringotts?"

"It's complicated." The goblin and I stare at each other, as if testing one another.

Finally, I speak. "The sword presented itself to us in a moment of need. We didn't steal it."

Griphook nods, pondering this. "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."

"And she never suspected?" Harry asks.

"The replica is very convincing. Only a goblin would recognize that this is the true Sword Gryffindor."

"Who put it there? The fake." Ron questions.

"It was not my place to ask, nor did I desire to. There are more than a few curious things in the vaults at Gringotts."

"And in Madam Lestrange's vault as well?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Perhaps." He smirks maliciously.

"We have gold. Lots of it." Harry tried to bribe him.

"I have no interest in gold."

"Then what?"

The goblin twists the curl at his chin... then his eyes drift once again to the sword. Harry starts to respond, but the goblin cuts him off with finality. "That is my price."

Harry stays quiet, then looks to me. I close my eyes and look down. The possibility that there is a horcrux in the Lestrange vault is very high, so I think there's only one logically answer. "All right."

Ron, Hermione, and Harry look shocked.

"I have your word, Amelia Potter, that you will give me the Sword of Gryffindor if I help you?" Griphook extends his hand. I reach out, taking it.

We exit the room and walk down the long hallway. Hermione whispers to me.

"Mia, are you thinking there's a Horcrux in Bellatrix's vault?"

"She was terrified when she thought we'd been in there. She kept asking you what else we'd taken. I'd bet anything there's a Horcrux there. If we find it, we can kill it. And if we kill it, we're one step closer to killing him." I try to explain.

"And if we find one? How're we supposed to destroy it if we've given Griphook the sword?" Ron asks.

"I'm still working on that part." I whisper.

Fleur exits the room ahead, a half-empty bowl in hand. Seeing Harry and I, she stops, effectively barring the door.

"He's too weak." She tries to tell us. Harry stares at her. Resolved. Fleur steps aside.

Ollivander rolls his sunken eyes toward the four of us as we enter. Attempts a feeble smile.

"Forgive me if I don't get up."

"Mr. Ollivander, we need to ask you a few questions." Harry says to him.

"Anything, m'boy, anything." The old wandmaker smiles.

"Can you identify these, sir?" Harry removes two wands. Ollivander takes one in hand.

"Walnut and dragon heartstring. Twelve and three quarter inches." He pauses. "Unyielding. This belongs to Bellatrix Lestrange."

"And this?" Harry hands him another.

"Hawthorn. Unicorn hair. Ten inches. Reasonably pliant. This was the wand of Draco Malfoy."

"Was? Isn't it still?" My brother questions.

"Perhaps not, if you won it from him. I sense its allegiance has changed." As he says this, I think back to Malfoy Manor, when I disarmed Draco.

"You talk about wands like they've got feelings. Like they can think." I tell him.

"The wand chooses the wizard, Miss Potter. That much has always been clear to those of us who have studied wandlore." I nod, pondering the wand that Ollivander returns to Harry.

"What do you know about the Deathly Hallows, sir?" Ollivander eyes Harry with surprise. And a hint of fear.

"There are rumored to be three: The Elder Wand, the Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak. It is said that to possess them all is to make oneself the Master of Death. But few truly believe such objects exist."

"But you, sir? Do you believe they exist?" Harry badgers the man.

"I see no reason to put stock in an old wives tale-" I cut him off.

"You're lying. You know one exists and you told him about it. You told him about the Elder Wand and where to go looking for it." I say, harsher than I intended it to be.

"He tortured me! Besides, I conveyed only rumors. There's no guarantee he will find it." Ollivander looks off towards the window.

"He has found it, sir." I tell him. Ollivander blinks. Ashen. Stunned.

"That's all, sir. We'll leave you to get some rest now." Harry says, getting up from the seat he took in front of the old wandmaker. We begin to leave the room.

"He's after the both of you, Mr. and Miss Potter. If it's true, what you say, that he has the Elder Wand, I'm afraid you really don't stand a chance." He stops us.

"Then I guess we'll just have to kill him before he finds us, sir." I say, turning to leave.

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