Risk ✓ || D.M

•LXVII - Aren't As Bad•

A DRAGON laid in front of them. What kind? Y/N didn't know, but surely, Ron knows with his brother in Romania and all.

"Bloody hell, that's an Ukrainian Ironbelly," Ron told them without anyone asking, just like Y/N expected.

Griphook gave Ron some kind of.. rattle, maybe? "Here," said the Goblin. The dragon stood up from his spot, his wounds and cuts could be seen clearly. It roared, making the bunch of them take a step back. But with the chains, it didn't get close enough to breathe its fire on them. Not impossible, though. Griphook rattled his rattle, "It's been trained to expect pain when it hears the noise."

They all walked slowly, "That's barbaric!" Exclaimed Hermione, and Y/N couldn't have agreed more.

The dragon screeched as Griphook and Ron rattled their rattles, and the mischievous Gryffindor couldn't help but feel hurt at the sight of the crying dragon.

A magical creature, supposed to be free and out in the wild, trapped underneath the ground, guarding a bloody bank.

They made it across the dragon, and before leaving, Y/N looked at it in the eyes, "We'll come back for you," she whispered, and while she had no idea how, she thought that made the dragon feel better.

Running after the group, they stopped in front of a vault- Bellatrix's, probably. The vault doors open, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't waste anytime to run get in. Y/N followed, the Goblins not far behind her.

Griphook closed the door shut, the locks clicking back together. The room was full of gold- and when I said it was full, it was full. Even in the dark, they could see the shine of the coins and trinkets.

"Lumos," said Harry, his wand lighting up, the other three doing the same.

They looked around, and with the light, they could really see how big this vault is, every corner filled with gold, "Blimey," Ron couldn't help but mumble.

Walking through the path of gold made Y/N uncomfortable. They, she and her uncle Remus, didn't have a lot growing up. But she's been always contented with what they had. She remembers Remus' little cottage away from civilization, only moving in Grimmauld place when Sirius came back before their fifth year.

But even when the girl begged for Remus to stay with her and her father, the man kindly declined, saying he just couldn't leave his little cottage he calls home.

"Accio Horcrux," saiid Hermione, thinking, of course, that'll work.

It didn't.

"You seem you're gonna try that one to get over here?" Ron shook his head slightly.

Griphook spoke up from behind them, "No kind of magic would work in here."

"Isn't the wand lighting charm magic?" Y/N just couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

With a deep sigh, Griphook said, "I guess that's an exemption."

They walked more, it was like an endless hallway of gold. Non ending, "Is it in here, Harry? Can you feel it?" Asked Ron.

Harry didn't answer, but he looked around. His neck craned upwards, and up on the very top of a small balcony- or whatever- was Helga Hufflepuff's cup.

A gasp was suddenly heard from Hermione, some kind of golden bowl fell, touching her. Then it multiplied, and multiplied.

"That's it!" exclaimed Harry, still looking at the cup, "Up there!"

But the others paid no attention to Harry, as they were trying not to touch the bowl, but touching other things instead, everything multiplying into twos, then fours, then sixes, eights, tens!