Forbidden

Griphook and Ollivander

Disclaimer: Not mine at all.

I sighed as I picked up the tray with the sandwich and soup I had made and walked towards one of the bedrooms, where Harry had taken refugee after burying Dobby. We had had a small funeral service for the elf. I hadn't known him long at all but he was such a kind thing and he had risked his life for us.

"Harry?" I said. "Harry I've brought you some food. . . . I'll just leave it outside if you don't want to come out."

I set the tray down and turned to walk away when the door clicked open behind me. I turned back to see Harry smiling at me as he stepped out of the room, careful to step of the tray. He moved towards me and I was surprised as he wrapped his arms around my waist in a tight hug, which I returned happily.

We stood there for a while and I realized that it had been a long time since I had been able to just be with him like this, just the two of us. We had been so busy trying to save the world and arguing about it that we almost forgot we were even together.

"I'm sorry," Harry mumbled suddenly.

It was a 'for everything' apology, I understood, and I smiled. "I'm sorry too."

"Are you alright? I heard you screaming before but –"

"I'm fine. . . . Really, Harry, I am. Nothing I can't handle."

He looked like he was going to say something but then he changed his mind, taking my hand in his. "Come on. I think I've got some things figured out."

I ran my fingers through my new short hair cut. Ron had been the one to cast that spell the night we were captured and he wasn't sure what he had done. My hair had changed back to it's normal color, as did my eyes, but it had stayed short, the sides long and the back short. Harry smiled as he watched me. "I think you look nice. I like your hair like that."

"I just wish Ron would stop apologizing," I told him.

We moved into another room where Ron was sitting with Hermione, who was healing very well after her ordeal. "Hey," Harry said, smiling.

"Hey," Ron and Hermione said.

"How are you guys?"

"Better," Hermione said, smiling. "And you two?"

Harry and I looked at each other before looking back to our friends. "Good."

"I'm really sorry about your hair, Joey," Ron said for the like twentieth time.

"It's fine, Ron, seriously," I told him.

"I've been doing a lot of thinking," Harry said, running his fingers through his hair. "And you guys were right. It'll be a waste of time to search for the Hallows. If Dumbledore had wanted us to, he would have said something. . . . But there's still some things I need to find out. Come with me?"

The three of us, would of course, follow him and he lead us towards Griphook's room, where Fleur had forced him to bed rest. "Mr. Harry Potter and friends. . . . It is nice to see that you are all well," the goblin said.

"Are you feeling well enough to talk to us?" Harry asked as Ron closed the door behind us.

"I am doing much better thanks to the care I have been receiving. What is it that you need?"

"We were wondering if it would be at all possible for you to help us break into Bellatrix Lestrange's vault in Gringotts."

Hermione gasped while Ron's mouth dropped open in shock. I was also a bit surprised by this request. But I was even more surprised when Griphook seemed to be considering it.

"I watched you Mr. Potter, a couple of days ago, when you buried your friend the elf in the garden," Griphook replied. "Kind wizards are far and few between but what you did for your friend was nothing like I had ever seen. It is hard to find witches and wizards like yourselves who actually seem to consider goblins and elves as friends and equals. And for this, I will consider your request."

Next, still in shock from Harry's request and Griphook's answer, we followed Harry to Mr. Ollivander's room.

"Why'd you ask him that, Harry?" Ron said, suddenly.

"You heard how scared Lestrange got when she thought we had stolen the sword from her," Harry explain. "And You-Know-Who has probably always trusted her."

"So it's possible there's another Horcrux in her vault," Hermione figured out, smiling. "Brilliant Harry."

We knocked on Mr. Ollivander's door and entered when he bade us to.

"Your, I am afraid, is beyond repair Mr. Potter," the wandmaker told him, rummaging fondly through the pieces. "I apologize and sympathizes with you greatly. The loss of a trusty wand is always a devastating one."

"What about these?" Harry asked. He and Ron both handed their stolen wands to Ollivander, who studied them for a moment before identify them.

"You should be able to use these wands," he explained, handing them back. "When a wand is captured, it generally shifts its allegiance to the new owner, whether or not the previous owner is alive."

"Did You-Know Who capture who to ask you about Harry's wand?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, actually. He wanted to know how to overcome Mr. Potter's wand seeing as how it was impossible to do so with the wands having the same cores. I told him at first to simply borrow a wand. He told me he had, but it had still been destroyed. I confess, when he told me he was searching for the Elder Wand –"

"You mean the Elder Wand actually exists?" Ron asked.

"Indeed it does. The most powerful wand known to man."

"So all the stories around it, are they true?" Harry asked.

"Supposedly. And each time the wand is passed down it gains more power. I admit, I sent You-Know-Who after Gregorovitch. . . . Had I known what would occur –"

"Is there anything you can maybe tell us about the Deathly Hallows?" I said.

"The Deathly Hallows? I have heard rumors about them, but as far as I know, no such thing exists."

Later found us all gathered in Harry and Ron's room, deep in thought.

"Gregorovitch was the first to own the wand," Harry said.

"But it was stolen by Grindelwald when he intended to take over the wizarding world," Hermione said.

"But then, Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald," Ron answered.

"Which means that Dumbledore is the rightful owner of the Elder wand," I completed.

"Which also means that You-Know-Who has already figured that out and is probably on his way to take the wand from Dumbledore's grave," Hermione said, shaking her head.

We all looked to Harry who was staring at the ground. He looked up to us. "It doesn't matter. We need to find the Horcruxes and that's all. Once we find them, You-Know-Who's got nothing protecting him."

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