A/N I forgot to put it in the last author's note so a disclaimer for this: I don't own any of the characters or the universe in which this is set, all of those belong to J. and this story is written purely for fun.
Hermione's POV
The words fell from my mouth as if I couldn't stop them, it was a crazy idea and now I was panicking, surely it wouldn't work, nobody could possible be that stupid that they would mistake me a mudblood, put in their hurtful terms, as one of the most terrifying deatheaters of all time, not to mention a snooty pureblood witch. Bellatrix Lestrange. It would be hard one to pull off as I would have to act snooty and sofisticated enough to be taken as a pureblood but also pyschotic enough to be taken as Bellatrix Lestrange.
I looked at the flask containing the polyjuice potion to become Bellatrix, worrying about if this plan was stupid, an unexpected anger rising in me, I wouldn't know if that's the werewolf saliva or not, wait I could ask Bill if he could tell me about that.
"Bill, can I talk to you in private for a moment?" I pleaded and he nodded, I think sensing the distress in my tone. "What is it Hermione? Something wrong?" He questioned, looking worriedly at me, the moment I met his gaze I felt worse than before at what this could lead to.
"Do you remember how it is when you're a werewolf?" I asked curiously first, it's true I always wondered how it was and now I might have to find out from experience. "Little bits but it's always the same, there's always a strong anger rising within you. It's kinda like you're trapped in your own body but it's a slightly different body and you have at least a little control over what you do. Why do you ask Hermione?" He replied with furrowed eyebrows.
"Could you possibly tell if someone was going to turn into a werewolf? Or was infected with Lycanthropy?" I questioned and he raised an eyebrow, frowning. "Maybe. Surely you don't think you're a Lycanthrope, Hermione? Where would you get that idea?" Bill mused, pacing the room we has gone in.
"Fenrir Greyback bit me before we got to Malfoy manor, so I could have been infected with Lycanthropy" I said showing him the animalistic bite mark on my neck, it was now a crimson coloured scar, it looked unnatural after I healed it with dittany. Bill's eye pinned on it with shock and anger at the fact sunk in. "Oh my god Hermione, I'm sorry...You shouldn't have deal with something like that. I promise I'll get him for both of us when I meet him again" He muttered looking with deep sorrow and anger.
"No, no it's ok. I thought it would happen and an unexplainable anger has been present ever since then, I feel as though I should punch the next person to do something bad and not even bad just anything annoying in general... Bill, the next full moon is in a week so I have to get to Gringotts now and get what we need, then I need to get as far away from Ron and Harry as possible. I don't want to hurt them. I don't want to hurt any of my friends." I explained, a wet feeling running down my cheeks, it had all sunk in leaving a hole in my heart.
"Drink this every day for a week before the full moon, it will help control the transformation more than you can if you don't." Bill urged, passing me a bottle of what looked like blood, it was bright red and glistened in the light along with another seven bottles of a smokey, blue potion. "What if I were to get into a fight when in that form would it be better have this or not? And what exactly is this?" I questioned, examining the bottles and their contents before slipping them in my charmed bag.
"It's really best if you don't know what it is exactly but the blue one is Wolfsbane and the red well, just take it before the last bottle of Wolfsbane... I suppose it would be better if you did take it, as I said better control over that form. Good luck with everything Hermione" He frowned and pulled me into a hug which I gladly returned. "Thanks Bill and could you keep this a secret, I'll tell the boys after Gringotts, right now they need to concentrate on the job at hand?"
Soon after that I stood in the bedroom wearing the closest thing we had to what Bellatrix wore. I couldn't quite pull off the look myself but after gulping down the horrible tasting, green liquid, wild black curls sprung in place of brown, my face becoming thinner and more skeletal, brown eyes turned into piercing black ones, and my height increased, so I was the same height as the dark witch. I would say quite a convincing look alike of Bellatrix Lestrange to those who didn't quite know her well, now I just had to act like her.
I quickly found myself on the hill ready to apparate to Gringotts with Ron in disguise and Harry and Griphook under the invisibility cloak, turning on spot with a crack, we arrived in knockturn alley and walk down to Gringotts. The door opened and it was like everyone was looking at us, the high heeled boots I wore clicking on the marble floor, as I was just about managing not to fall over as I tried to copy the pureblood's personality, nose pointed in the air not giving anyone below me a single glance, arrogance radiating off me in the way you could only describe as completely pureblood.
"Madam Lestrange! Dear me! How - how may I help you today?" One of the many goblins working at desks asked as I stopped in front of him. "I wish to enter my vault." I announced in Bellatrix's low voice, head still held high although my heavily lidded eyes rested on the cowering goblin, others glancing up at us. "You have... identification?" He questioned in a quiet voice, I smirked at his reaction to try and keep Bellatrix's personality traits evident to convince everyone.
"Identification? I - I have never been asked for identification before!" I spoke not showing suprise, that would immediately give us away. "Your wand will do, Madam" The goblin replied, holding out a trembling hand, they know of course they would be informed of this. Even though panicking, I handed over the wand keeping a stoic facade as he clutched at it before examining it.
"Ah, you have had new wand made, Madam Lestrange!" He said looking up at me, I frowned before correcting him. "What? No, no, that's mine -" Another goblin appeared and now stood next to the first admiring the wand before the first spoke again. "Yes, very handsome. And is it working well? I always think wands require a little breaking in, don't you?"
I looked at the two with suprise but not enough to give us away. What the hell were they talking about? Had they never seen Bellatrix's wand before? I looked at them with a glare and the first quickly passed the wand back to me before ordering the second to collect something. "I shall need the clankers" The second goblin seemed to understand and returned with leather bag that seemed to jangle with metal as it was passed.
"Good, good! So, if you follow me, Madam Lestrange" He muttered moving from the table he sat at and appearing beside us moments later to resume walking to the entrance to the vaults. "Wait - Bogrod!" Another goblin called, scurrying over to the the old one leading us away. "We have instructions. Forgive me, Madam Lestrange, but there have been special orders regarding the vault of Lestrange." He whispered to the lead goblin who just shook him off and continued walking. "I am aware of the instructions. Madam Lestrange wishes to visit her vault... very old family... old clients... this way please..."
I really had no clue what was happening anymore but stalked after him, ignoring everyone else, not soon after exiting the door we all stood in front of one of the carts and Harry along with Griphook appeared, the goblin didn't look phased at their sudden appearance. "We're in trouble, they suspect... He's imperiused" Harry answered as I pointed to the goblin now sat in the cart.
"We need Bogrod to control the cart; I no longer have the authority." Griphook rasped out, climbing into the cart followed by Harry and Ron, I hestitated before climbing on with them, allowing it to start moving along the track, soon picking up speed. Black curls obsecuring my vision as the cart zipped around corners and suddenly a cold feeling running down my body, or Bellatrix's body. "No!" Griphook had shouted before the cold feeling increased as water poured down us, the feeling driving the breath from my lungs before the cart lurched to a stop and shifted over, dropping us all from the cart.
I screamed out a cushioning spell as we fell from the cart before landing smoothly on the rocky floor, now looking at a normal Ron, he no longer spouted a ragged beard or ruffled, longer hair before swapping my gaze to Harry who looked at me in horror, looking down at myself to see overly large robes soaked with water, less wild brown curls stuck together with water.
"The thief's downfall! It washes away all enchantment, all magical concealment! They know there are imposters in Gringotts, they have set off defences against us!" Griphook sighed, climbing to his feet. "Well at least I don't have to act like a bitch anymore" I smiled trying to lighten the situation before looking around for one of the bottles of wolfsbane, succeeding grabbing one and gulping it down and trying not to gag at the revolting taste.
"We need him. We cannot enter the vault without a Gringotts goblin. And we need the clankers!" Griphook said, looking over to the now confused looking goblin, obviously the imperius had been lifted by the waterfall. "Imperio" Harry said pointing his wand at the confused goblin who soon looked calm again, while Ron picked up the leather bag up and we set off walking to the Lestrange vault.
After some time wandering about the maze of Gringotts, a large clearing lay ahead, a pale white dragon that looked ill, sat down in the clearing chained heavily to the floor, it's head turned our way before letting out a deafening roar and spitting out fire.
"It's partially blind, but even more savage for that. However, we have the means to control it. It has learned what to expect when the clankers come. Give them to me." Griphook informed us, taking the leather bag from Ron and pulling out small metal instruments before passing them around.
"You know what to do. It will expect pain when it hears the noise: it will retreat, and Bohrod must place his palm upon the door of the vault." Griphook explained, leading the way to the dragon while shaking the instrument in his hand, a horrible metallic clanging sound cutting through the air and echoing around the chambers, multiplying the sound over ten times louder.
Not long after the sound started, the albino dragon drew back, allowing us passage, Harry stopped in front of a door and pushed the old goblin's hand to it, the door seemingly melting away at his touch to reveal a cave-like opening that was filled with many precious treasures, gold coins along with goblets, armour and copious amounts of other things.
"Search, fast!" Harry ordered, rushing into the vault as we followed after him, the door closed behind us and Ron looked panicked. "No matter, Bohrod will be able to release us! Light your wands, can't you? And hurry, we have very little time!" Griphook said, as we all cast "Lumos"
We started to search for a goblet Harry had said it would be. "Harry, could this be -? Aargh!" I screamed as I picked up a jewelled goblet and it became hot, burning my hand so I was forced to drop it, where it began to multiply on the floor.
"It burned me!" I groaned, licking at the blisters on my hand. "They have added Gemino and Flagrante curses! Everything you touch will burn and multiply, but the copies are worthless - and if you continue to handle the treasure, you will eventually be crushed to death by the weight of expanding gold!" Griphook informed us again.
"Ok, don't touch anything! Just look around! Remember the cup's small and gold, it's got a badger ingraved on it, two handles - otherwise see if you can spot Ravenclaw's symbol anywhere, the eagle -" Harry said, looking around as he brushed against more treasure and it tumbled down multiplying and heating up the room.
"It's there, it's up there!" Harry exclaimed, both Ron and I turning to look at the object in question. "And how the hell are we going to get up there without touching anything?" Ron questioned as I pondered the situation. "Accio cup" I ended up with but the cup stayed in place, fuck I forgot the goblin said such magic doesn't work here as the goblin snarled a reminder.
"Then what do we do? If you want the sword, Griphook, then you'll have to help us more than - wait! Can I touch stuff with the sword? Hermione, give it here!" Harry ordered and I fumbled inside my robes and in the beaded bag to remove the sword.
Harry quickly grasped the sword, touching a piece of teasure which didn't multiply at the contact. "If I can just poke the sword through a handle - but how am I going to get up there?"
Clanking grew louder and the dragon roared out on the other side of the door, I looked around to find the door was really the only exit before meeting Harry's eyes as he called my name.
I thought a moment before pointing Bellatrix's crooked wand at Harry, this is probably the only time it's been pointed at person without any intention of harm or death. "Levicorpus" Harry's was now dangling in the air by his ankle, his body crashing into a suit of armour as he struggled about.
Replicas started to fill up the room burning at our skin, screams ripped from mine and Ron's throats as we desperately tried to protect ourselves from the molten feeling treasure, threatening to drown us.
Harry managed to hook the goblet onto the sword, as I screeched out a spell to protect us from the burning treasures.
The goblins began to disappear under the mountains of faux treasure as Ron and I were beginning to as well, it was already up to our waists, burning and blistering the skin painfully.
Harry grabbed for Griphook, seizing the goblin's fingers, pulling him from the treasure howling before yelling out. "Liberacorpus!" Falling down on to the ever raising wave of burning treasures.
The sword tumbling from his hand and into the growing mass of red-hot objects, the goblin immediately diving for the sword to grip it, keeping it out of Harry's reach only to fling the cup off of the blade and into the sea of faux objects. Harry grabbed for it, quickly shoving it into his pocket, as the goblin ran out screaming. "Thieves! Thieves! Help Thieves!"
We soon joined him in tumbling outside the vault, only he had ran off to the crowd of security officers waiting to come after us, as we bellowed spells at them.
The dragon roared bringing my attention and a very stupid yet clever idea to help us get out off the bank alive. "Relashio" I yelled pointing to the dragon's chains and running to jump on to its back.
Harry and Ron looked bewildered at me before joining me on the dragin's back, at that it realised it was missing the chains and reared up, starting to claw and breathe fire at the ceiling to get out. "Defodio!" I yelled over all the noise, helping the dragon make the passage bigger, as spell and knives were thrown at the dragon.
After minutes of spells being thrown and fire breathing, the dragon finally mades it way up several floors, crashing through thw lobby of Gringotts before doing the same with the glass ceiling. Pausing on the roof for a moment before it took of down Diagon alley, flapping it torn wings madly to gain altitude, as it sped away from the alley.
A/N I'm sorry this took so long, but I didn't have the time to read the book again to write the majority of it and I was so busy with college work, so it's partly inprovised for the parts in the book, still canon compliant-ish for now. Reviews give me more inspiration to get more writing done, but I do try when I have time, which I rare lately, I hope it's not in the future, I rather enjoy writing for fun.