Chapter Four

Klaus rubbed his rumbling stomach as he walked through another identical corridor. He cursed under his breath as he felt that finding the Great Hall might be beyond him.

He looked outside and instantly knew that the time for breakfast was quickly running out. As he despaired over not tasting the delicious food from last night his nose sharply picked up something. Something tasty, something delicious.

Food.

Fuelled by hunger he started running towards the smell. As he turned corners he ran into more and more students. More students were in the halls and he could see some of them rubbing their stomachs in satisfaction. Envy tainted his heart and pushed him to trace that smell.

But the smell started to grow fainter and panic surged through him. He took a corner a bit too quick and almost collided into a student. Thanks to instinct he jumped out of the way towards the opposite wall. While he was in the air he managed to look at who he almost bumped into. She had brownish hair and even darker brown eyes but that was all he caught before he jumped off the wall, using the momentum to push down the corridor as he sensed the smell grow even fainter.

Hermione stood against the wall looking at the retreating figure of her classmate. Druklaus Lestrange. She managed to catch his eyes. The same eyes that saved her from falling last night. The only person with violet eyes in her year so it would be hard to mistake him.

Wonder where he was running off to?

Klaus stopped completely as the smell completely disappeared. He looked into the hallway that he was in. Identical hallway as the others but this one had one big wall painting of a bowl of fruit.

"Dammit,"

He kicked the floor as he frowned at his loss. Seems that food would be hard to find alone.

"Good Morning Druklaus," said a voice behind him. Klaus tensed and turned around to see Icarus standing in the middle of the hallway. The senior stood there with a small amused smile and blank blue eyes.

"Morning Icarus," he replied with a nod, never taking his eye off Icarus. It seemed that Icarus caught the gesture and the small smile grew a bit.

"No need to be tense Klaus, may I call you Klaus?" Icarus asked as he walked towards him. He nodded.

"What you looking for?" asked Icarus.

"Food," he replied.

"Why not go to the Great Hall to eat?"

"I got lost looking for it," he admitted. Icarus chuckled.

"So what brought you here, the way you ran it seemed like you were onto something," Icarus asked as he stared at the painting with interest.

"Did you follow me?" asked Klaus with narrowed eyes. Icarus' eyes snapped to him and suddenly Klaus felt pressure trying to crush him.

"I apologise for my rudeness," Klaus gritted out. Icarus eyes looked away from him and the pressure instantly disappeared.

He was no stranger to hierarchy and who is the Apex Predator at the top of the food chain. But coming from an environment where he was at the top he was aware of how hard it would be to submit. But it looked like there was no other option.

"Getting on my bad side is not something you want Klaus, especially in the circle you prowl in," Icarus warned in an emotionless voice. Suddenly the tense atmosphere disappeared as Icarus' small smile returned.

"So how about a trade?" he asked. Klaus looked at him in confusion.

"What would I get?" he asked.

"I will give you a chance to climb the circle, if you're patient and have the will to climb," Icarus explained vaguely.

"Why would you help me?" Icarus smirked down at him.

"You're learning. Of course this is a trade so you know that what I want from you is no small thing," Icarus said.

"It would be suspicious if it were anything but," he pointed out.

"So would you be willing to trade?" Icarus asked. Klaus thought about this offer.

He knew that the higher he climbed, the more breathing room he would have and the more benefits. But he also knew the higher you climbed the more dangerous the enemies become. And the enemies knew more magic more than he did, which was zero. The more he thought about this offer the more drawbacks he found in it. But it would be a waste to let this slip by.

"I would like to something different, climbing the circle right now would be useless if I can't stay there," he replied resolutely. Icarus looked at him for a long moment before chuckling.

"Smart boy. Ascend with the power to stay in the air. So what would you like?" he asked.

"The location of the kitchens. All that food I saw yesterday, it has to come from somewhere," he stated. Icarus raised a brow.

"You already found it, this painting is the doorway and you just have to find the door knob. I'll let you do that in your own time," Icarus explained. Klaus looked at the painting in wonder and suspicion.

"Be grateful that I'm showing you such mercy. Usually I would have given you this information for way more than it's worth, learn to negotiate. Ask for something more," Icarus stressed.

Klaus thought hard about what he wanted. There wasn't much that he wanted in terms of material possessions. His eyes widened in revelation.

"I want the duelling books above my year level," he stated.

"I can organize that, so we have an accord?" Icarus asked. He narrowed his eyes.

"What do you want?" he asked. Icarus grinned savagely. It gave Klaus shivers.

"Caught me out on that did you. Follow me," Icarus said and turned to start walking down the hall. Klaus followed closely behind. They stopped at the balcony overlooking the moving staircase.

"You see those two redheads down there," Klaus looked down and spotted the twin redheads. They stood on a staircase talking in hushed tones. He nodded.

"George and Fred Weasley. As you are new you don't understand how much of a nuisance those two pranksters are. What I need you to do will help me keep their pranks off of the higher echelons of Slytherin," Icarus explained.

"So move them to annoying us at the bottom instead," he said.

"Last year I noticed how much they began to move to pranking the sixth or seventh years in our house. So we just need remind them of their places," Icarus explained.

"Seems like you do that a lot,"

"Everyone needs a hobby," Icarus shrugged.

"So why can't you do it yourself?" he asked.

"My magic is not exactly subtle. They'll feel it if I do it. I'm going to give you a spell and by the end of the week I want it on one of them. Once it is done then your books will be available to you, understood?" The plan was simple enough, learn a spell, tag the target and done. Klaus nodded.

"But I'm guessing tagging them is not going to be a small task, is it?" he asked. He received no reply and looked to his side to see that Icarus was gone and in his place sat a neatly wrapped piece of paper.

"Awesome,"

Klaus had lived in places where noise could get you killed but Icarus seemed to be on another level of stealth. He picked the paper up and walked all the way back to the portrait of the fruit bowl. After doing all kinds of poking and prodding the green pear started to giggle, startling him for a second, before it turned into a doorknob. The doorway opened slowly and his senses lit up at the stimuli. Delicious smells caressed his nose, the sounds of metal pans shocked his ears and he smiled as the sight of eggs and sausages caught his eye. What also caught his eye were the chefs. Tiny little creatures with large ears and large eyes.

"Heaven is real," and with those words he entered the kitchens.

The house elves had to be the nicest creatures ever. They seemed to sense that he was hungry and sat him down with a plate of food. He even talked to some of them.

Klaus rubbed his stomach in contentment. He was on his way to the dungeons to start learning the spell when after he passed a corridor he felt eyes on him. Taking a corner with a quick glance showed that no one was behind him but the prickly feeling wouldn't leave him. The person following him must be hidden somewhere. That meant he couldn't go to the dungeons until he shook them off.

Klaus had read in a book once that the natural energy in the body was constantly flowing. Within the body and outside the body. How the energy flows out in through the senses: the nose, the fingers, the ears, the mouth and the eyes. These senses in particular have directional energy. Four of these take in energy in and interpret it but only one can take in energy and release it.

The eyes.

Humans are sensitive to energy, magical folk even more so, which is why we can feel it when we are being watched. The eyes of the watcher are pushing their energy onto you and your body reacts to that by tensing up. Usually we can't determine from where we are being watched but through practise and training to sense directional energies it becomes easy to tell where the energy is coming from.

The person following him was keeping their distance. Smart but in a place with so many turns it would become difficult to keep track of someone. He turned the corner and walked quickly to take a turn and silently slid into a shadowed area that allowed him to see who might be following him.

The person stepped into the hall and Klaus' eyes widened when he saw that his stalker was just a blur in the air. Invisible like a chameleon, seems like it has the same drawbacks as well. If it moved then the camouflage was useless.

The person, thinking that they had lost him, dropped the invisibility spell and his eyes widened at who he the person was. It was the girl from the Great Hall with the spiky pink hair. She seemed to really want to find him as she looked around for him frantically. Well that was tough for her, talking was not something he liked to do.

Laughter came from down the hall and Klaus raised his brow when he saw his targets approach pink hair.

"Merry Morning,"

"Tonks,"

"You seem to be,"

"In quite the frenzy,"

Klaus stifled a groan at the headache listening to these two was causing him. He now understood what Icarus meant when he called these two 'annoyances'. He was now having second thoughts about making these two his year's problem.

"Wotcher you two, I am a bit frazzled. I was following someone and I've just lost him," she replied.

"Isn't that a little too weird, even for you Tonks," he couldn't tell either apart so he would call the one on the left Fred and the other on George.

"Shut it, I just want to talk to him," she explained, eyes still roaming looking for traces of him. He made sure to stay extra still and narrowed his eyes to make him less visible.

"Let us guess," George started.

"Druklaus Lestrange," Fred finished. Tonks started in surprise.

"How'd you guess?" she asked.

"Makes sense," Fred said.

"Your mum's sister's son," George started.

"Which makes him her cousin,"

"Thank You Gred, and according to sources you have two cousins that have come,"

"That doesn't really tell me why you think I'm looking for Druklaus," she pointed out.

"It's more likely that you've met Draco before and if he's like anything like his father you wouldn't want to meet him again," George explained.

"And since the wizarding world did not know that the Queen of Pain had a child, we can assume you've never met him," Fred continued.

"Thusly, Tonksy is looking for a Lestrange," they finished in unison. Tonks just stared at them wide eyed. Klaus was also tempted to do so as well. That was quite the deduction, these two weren't as idiotic as he had thought. That teaches him not to underestimate his prey, getting that spell on them would actually be quite the challenge.

"Have I ever told you that you two would make good detectives," Tonks smiled.

"But alas being an Auror is your dream," George despaired.

"But concerning your problem we may have a solution," Fred said as he motioned for George to take out something. Klaus senses started to go crazy at that motion.

"DANGER," was all his senses were screaming, he trying to lean closer to see what it was they were taking out. He focused his nose and smelled parchment.

What was so dangerous about paper?

"Oh, I almost forgot about your stalker map," Tonks said slapping her forehead.

Stalker? Map? That couldn't possibly do what he thinks it does.

"I wouldn't go as far as stalker map," Fred grinned. As George took a small square of paper and begun to unfold it, Klaus finally listened to his instincts and began to quietly sneak away. He made it to a dead-end when he heard Tonks.

"He's right down this hall, why are all the torches out this way," so that stupid map could find people. This was trouble, he really didn't want to talk to his supposed cousin. Of course he had considered that he probably had family, but growing up in the wildlands kind of made him numb to everyone but his mother.

Hisss.

Klaus turned around quickly to see a door where there was once none. He frowned and backed away from it suspiciously. Going back and confronting her was always an option but he was feeling especially cowardly today. Just not desperate to go into some weird door.

"Lumos," one by one the torches started to turn on one by one. Klaus closed his eyes and breathed as he made his decision.

Tonks, Fred and George stood at the edge of the passage dumbfounded as they looked at Druklaus' name was now gone from the map.

Klaus walked down the dimly lit hall that the door had taken him to. What was odd was that just like the boys dorm hallway in the dungeons, he didn't remember how he got out the door.

Klaus suddenly stopped when he felt a strong predatory vibe. He instantly dropped into a crouch, mouth set in a snarl and eyes wide taking in as much as possible. He could hear his heartbeat beating strongly in his ears as he focused on where this vibe could be coming from.

It felt like he was back in the wildlands. Crouched and prowling on all fours, each step quieter than the last and pulse racing with adrenaline. The deeper he went down the hall the stronger the vibe was. He reached a doorway and pushed it open. Torches suddenly lit the way down to a door at the end of the hall.

The vibe was the strongest at this door. The door was chained and bolted, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to pass through it. Not without a spell or at least a really strong axe.

He put a hand to the door and tried to feel out what was behind it. For a long time he felt nothing until he felt a small pulse. He furrowed his brows and strengthened the sense. Suddenly he was pushed back from the door. He held his chest as the door was violently pushed and pawed at by the growling beast behind it. Before the push he had felt something very familiar.

Whose idea was it to place a Cerberus in a school?

Klaus gave a look in the direction of the door as the moving staircase moved him away from the third floor. This was very interesting, he wondered who else knew about this. Maybe he could give this to Luciana to square them, he had a feeling that owing her was a bad idea.

Tired from his explorations, Klaus sat heavily on the sofa. There were few students around as they all seemed to be excitedly moving around the castle or attending to other things. He felt himself get lost as he looked into the green flame of the fire.

"Earth to Klaus," he 'woke up' from his trance as he heard his name being called. He looked to see that it was Luciana. She sat in the same spot as the morning.

"Oh hey Luciana, I seem to have zoned out for a bit," he said.

"Penny for your thoughts," she offered. He chuckled.

"Unless you got a penny to give back, I must decline," he replied. Luciana had a hint of a smirk on her face.

"Clever boy. But you know my mother is your mother's sister-"

"And that makes me, you and Draco cousins," he finished. She looked annoyed at being interrupted.

"Yes it does. That means we are family. Family is an important thing to us Malfoy's. You can always trust family," she explained.

"Even Tonks?" he asked.

Luciana raised a brow in surprise.

"Oh so you've met our estranged cousin I see," she said. He noticed the venom in her words this time.

"I haven't met her face to face if that's what you mean, I just found out she exists today," he said sounding lost in thought. He shook his head and focused his eyes on Luciana.

"I have some information that I think would square us for this morning," he proposed. She immediately snapped out her wand and waved it while whispering.

"Sonus solvo," a dome appeared that covered the both of them before disappearing. "Can't have you giving information away for free."

"Well that was certainly quick, go on," she said with an amused smile.

"You know the twins with the red hair?" he asked. Luciana snarled in disgust.

"You mean those two vermin nuisances that sullies the reputation of the pureblood elite? Yes I know of them," she said. His eyes were wide at the vehemence of the insults.

"Well, they have a map that allows them to see the locations of people," he told her. Her eyes widened and she sat in back slowly.

"That makes so much sense," she said.

"What?"

"How they do some of the things they do," she said vaguely.

"Otherwise, that was quite the information. We're even now, dinner is in a few minutes and if that's all," she said as she stood and began to wave her wand.

"Wait, I have more information. I want a trade," he stopped her. She looked at him for a long moment and sat down. She gestured for him to continue.

"I want to know about my family," he said. She sighed as if she knew he would ask that.

"One piece of advice for free, learn how to disguise your desire when asking for something. It makes it real easy for someone to give you ogre shit for gold," she warned.

"You better have something really juicy in exchange for such information," she said.

"I know what's on the third floor," he said. Her eyes widened in curiosity.

"You're quite the explorer aren't you?" she remarked.

"Do we have an accord?" he asked using Icarus' words. She considered it in her head and finally nodded.

"It's a Cerberus," he said. The colour drained from her face.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"One hundred percent," he nodded resolutely.

"I wonder what they're guarding," she hummed to herself.

"Guarding?"

"Come on, a beast like that in a place like this. They have to be guarding some high level stuff. No wonder Dumbledore didn't want anyone up there," she said.

"Well that was juicy so I will do my part," she said as she stood up. He furrowed his brows.

"Hey wait where are you going?" he asked.

"It's dinner and I'm hungry, I am sure you can connect the dots," she said.

"But what about the deal?" he insisted.

"Relax, the information you want is quite broad so meet me here after curfew and you'll get your information," and with that she shut down the dome and left for dinner.

Klaus sat in his room reading some of the healing books while eating some beef stew. Since he had found the location of the kitchens, he felt less of a need to actually attend dinner with all those eyes he knew would be looking at him.

He glanced at the note with the spell Icarus wanted him to learn. The spell was called the Listeners Ear, it was a spell that basically stuck an invisible mark that attaches an invisible and intangible ear that would hear everything its victim hears. The spell was simple enough for him to learn and very effective. He knew the benefits of using a blunt spear over a sharp one.

Sometimes it was better to have the enemy knocked out rather than dead.

How the spell worked was that it required the caster to draw a circle seven times while simultaneously chanting the spell. It required a lot of focus because the more focus the spell has, the more the spell is able to sustain itself for a long period of time.

So Klaus decided that he would wait try the spell before he met with Luciana. He knew that after the talk they were about to have that focus would not come easy. He snapped his wand out and held it.

"Tempus," he said and smiled when he saw the time appear in a soft orange light. One of the supposed healing books he grabbed was actually a book filled with useful simple spells.

It was still a while before curfew and Klaus had no idea what to do until then. He jolted when he remembered something, he stood and went to his trunk. He reached in and took out his journal, a simple one with a black hardcover.

He opened it to the first page and read his scribble of words:

Come to Hogwarts

Become strong

Make family strong

Bring mom back

He took out a piece of charcoal wrapped in fabric and scratched out the first task. He had made this list after sending Cissy the message. Now that he was in he was in the right place to become strong magically. The duelling books that Icarus would provide access to would be a huge step in the right direction.

But he had absolutely no idea how to make his family stronger. He knew that right now in the wizarding world the Lestrange family name was buried and that digging it up and strengthening it would be no small feat.

His hand traced the words of the last task. He had dreams of his mother, they were never clear but they were always filled with so much emotion that he woke up crying most times. He knew his mother left him to keep him from being hunted. After reading most of the articles that slandered his mother he had stopped reading the paper. He usually only read it when he was bored.

Klaus took the crystal attached to his necklace and held it to his ears. Hearing his mother speak always grew the fire in his heart. It was like she was right next to him at times like this.

As the room filled with violet light and Bellatrix spoke to her child he felt tears slip down his cheeks and reopened his journal and edited the tasks.

Come to Hogwarts

Become the strongest

Make the family the mightiest

Destroy Azkaban

Bring mother home

Klaus wiped his eyes and grinned down at the words as his mother's voice died down and the crystal returned to its dim dormant state. Klaus once again smelt ozone and wondered where it had come from. He checked the time and was shocked to see that it was passed curfew.

How had time passed so quickly?

He put the book back in the trunk and snapped his wand back before exiting the room.

As soon as he left, a figure dropped its invisibility and walked around the room. The room was in chaotic sort of order. Druklaus' cot was in the corner of the room farthest from the door. Books were in a messy pile next to the boy's trunk. The figure smelt the ozone and smiled.

"It seems that your power is as hungry to meet you as you are to meet it," commented the figure.

The figure paused and stretched out a hand. In a few seconds a book flew into its hand and it read the cover.

"To Raze and To Maim? Huh, wonder where you came from," the figure tossed the book away and instantly it disappeared in a red flash. The figure chuckled and melted away.

Klaus found a note on the couch he was about to sit on. It told him to follow its direction. He smelled Luciana all over the note. He dutifully followed the arrow and was lead to a closet on the other side of the castle.

He walked inside and saw her sitting close to a fire place. Luciana gestured for him to sit down on the couch as she stoked the fire. She sat back and got comfortable.

"Paranoid much," he commented.

"The walls of Slytherin have more eyes and ears than you think, my noise canceller can't block all of them yet," she shrugged.

She closed her eyes and began to speak.

"The Blacks were a prestigious pureblood family. The bloodline had the infamous ability to produce some of the most powerful wizards and witches. The ability was infamous because these wizards were especially adept at dark magic and black magic," she started.

"What's the difference?" he asked.

"Dark Magic is magic that has been twisted to do destroy. Basically dark magic is like the Laceration spell. Its light counterpart is the Impediment spell, which was originally made to tie people up in ropes," she said

"The Laceration spell is far from harmless. It ties up victims in a thin spiked wire that continuously compresses until the caster stops it. Its purpose is to torture, plain and simple. Understand?" she asked opening her eyes and looking at him. His eyes were wide, he was no stranger to killing but torture was something he was always hesitant to think about. He nodded.

"Dark magic is any magic that has roots in Light magic," he summarised.

"Black magic is magic that was crafted to be devastating. To destroy, to maim and to raze. That is the purpose of black magic, and this type of magic leaves a mark. It taints the soul of the user till the soul of the user is adapted to using black magic. But black magic is very powerful and if your soul can't take it then the user loses their mind," she said.

"Does dark magic leave a mark?" he asked.

"No, dark magic leaves a lingering scent of ozone," she waved off. Klaus stiffened at that.

"Remember this, Klaus. Magic comes at a price. Most magic's price is meagre and won't really be felt. But big magic, whether it is White and Light or Black and Dark, a price is always paid," she warned looking deep into his eyes. He felt the weight of those words and began to wonder what kind of prices people would be willing to pay.

"Now getting back on track, the Blacks wizards were exceptionally good at learning dark and black magic. It seemed to come naturally to them, which quickly gave them the reputation of a dark house," she smirked.

"Were they?" he asked curiously.

"It depends on your perspective. What would you be willing to do to help your family?" she asked.

"Destroy Azkaban," he said with fire in his eyes. Luciana had a hard time not flinching away from that fire. Fire like that was dangerous to have.

"Then that shows the Black running in your veins. Because to the Blacks, there was no greater offence than threatening their family. What gave them the 'Dark House' label was the lack of boundaries when it came to protecting the family. They were capable of torturing, killing, massacring and all other stuff to do so," she explained.

That made sense. In the snowy woodlands of Russia he had witnessed an alpha wolf taking down a whole pack in order to protect its pack. The alpha killed the entire enemy pack and died, but its pack was safe in a more fruitful area of the woodland.

"But I guess I'm different when it comes to family," he commented.

"How so?" she asked curiously.

"Except for my mother, I could care less for everyone else. I know I have other blood relatives in this world, but in all honesty growing up with animals made me numb to that. The only reason I'm talking with you is because I need stuff from you," he said honestly. Luciana felt her heart throb at that.

"That comes from your father's side of the family. House Lestrange," she said looking into the fire.

"The Lestrange family has always been known to have dark affiliations. A large amount of offensive and torture spells came from that family, they were always known as the House of the Beasts. Their bloodlust has always pioneered magic in the direction of destruction," she explained.

"There is a rumour that the one of the elder Lestrange family heads enacted a ritual with demons that changed the nature of the spawns of the family into something deadlier and animalistic. Could explain why you survived in the wild as long as you did, being an animal is in the Lestrange nature," she said. Klaus got the feeling that Luciana was looking down on the Lestrange House and his eyes became harder. Luciana didn't notice this and carried on.

"The Blacks current head of house is Sirius Black. After his brother Regulus died in the war, Sirius gained the house ring and has made the house into some Light side trash with our aunt Andromeda and her family. My mother even told me that the Black library has locked itself away from Sirius. Funny really that Sirius absolutely hates dark magic but mother says that he was prodigious when it came to learning it when they were younger," she explained.

"So that ends the Black side of my coin. Now what can you tell me about the Lestrange House," he said. She finally looked at him.

"Not much there, with both of the twin heirs dead and Bellatrix in Azkaban the Lestrange House was stripped of all its money to pay for their part in the Blood War and the main estate was destroyed when the Aurors caught up with your mother. The House is effectively rubble," she dismissed.

"I would appreciate it if you could keep your disgust for my House out of the explanation," he growled out. Luciana stopped when she saw the violent glint in his eyes. They seemed to glow in the dim light. She cleared her throat.

"Apologies. The loathing for your House was taught to me by my father. Unknowingly of course, he always let slip of what savages the Lestrange brothers were in battle. He said he always felt like he was fighting alongside a hurricane. Excellent fighters but sometimes their animalistic side got the best of them. Your father more often," she said.

"What about my father?" he asked.

"Dad said that Rudolphus Lestrange was more animal than man. Fought low and fast like a hound, always savagely attacking vital points without mercy. Rabastan was the exact opposite, but still just as deadly. He would be the one that told Rudolphus where the vital points were and how to deal with them. He was the handle and your father was the thong of their whip. Oftentimes they were like one person," she explained.

"My mother?" he asked.

"Bellatrix Lestrange. The Queen of Pain. My father only had one description of her. She is power if power had a sense of humour," she quoted.

"Bellatrix knew combat like the back of her hand. If your father was a hurricane, your mother was the sea. She couldn't be trapped because of how quick she could adapt and overcome the situation. She could manipulate spells like none other, there are very few who have can fight her and win. She killed most of them on the night of her capture," she finished.

Klaus was blown away. His parents were strong. From the descriptions he was getting of them they were forces to be reckoned with. That made his heart swell.

"But what frightened people the most about Bellatrix were three things: her eyes, her smile and her laugh. You'd hear her laugh first, then her smile was the last thing you'd see before you die. Survivors say that her eyes glowed in the dark and that they can never forget them," she said.

"One such survivor is the sole reason your House is rubble. Frank Longbottom. He was the one who killed you father and uncle, and was part of the group that brought Bellatrix to the Ministry to face justice. He was the spearhead of laws that stripped your family of wealth and home," she said.

"What would drive him to do all that?" he asked himself aloud.

"The Lestranges tortured his wife to insanity right in front of his eyes," she told him softly.

Klaus eyes widened. So that was why that Neville kid in Gryffindor hated him so fiercely.

"Well that was all my information, I'm exhausted so good night," Luciana stood up and walked to the door. Klaus stood up quickly.

"Wait, I read in a paper that only the gold was allowed to be taken from the Lestrange vault. That means there is still stuff in there, do you know of how I could access it," he asked.

Luciana continued to the door and opened it. She was one step away from leaving when she spoke.

"Go to Gringotts," she instructed before closing the door.