Author's Note: Yes, I am aware of the fact that this is obscenely short of a chapter. It's literally 185 words… I'll post another one soon. Don't worry, it's much longer :)
Chapter Eleven: Saved by a Crack
Hermione screamed as though her body, mind, and soul were being tortured and wrenched at once.
"How did you get into my vault? Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?"
"We only met him tonight! We've never been inside your vault. It isn't the real sword. It's a copy, just a copy!" She panicked, struggling under Bellatrix's deathly grasp.
"A copy?" Bellatrix screeched. "Oh, a likely story!"
"But we can find out easily," Lucius slithered. "Draco, fetch the goblin. He can tell us whether the sword is real or not."
Shit, Hermione thought. She knew that they were goners at this point. She was limp with helplessness.
Harry instantly dashed to where Griphook was huddled on the floor. "Griphook, you must tell them that sword is a fake. They mustn't know it's the real one, Griphook. Please."
"Stand back. Line up against the back wall. Don't try anything, or I'll kill you."
The prisoners did as they were told, and Ron clicked the Deluminator. Malfoy seized Griphook and slammed the door shut. As the door slammed, a crack echoed in the cellar.
"DOB-" Ron shouted.
Harry hit Ron's arm to make him stop.
Dobby stood trembling and petrified, "Harry potter, Dobby has come to rescue you."