Chapter 37

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter world obviously belongs to JK Rowling and not me. Obviously.

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Leila's sobs slowly began to subside, but she remained clinging to Draco. Hermione reached a hand out to grab Leila's arm, but Leila pulled her arm from Hermione's grasp only to lightly scream in pain. Hermione gasped at the sight of the wound on Leila's arm. Leila somewhat listened as Hermione told her that she should get her sliced arm healed, but she couldn't bring herself to leave Draco. He had been so brave, brave for her, brave for them all. The way Leila saw it, he had finally chosen a side and it honestly wasn't the side she was expecting him to pick.

"Where are we?" Leila asked.

"Shell Cottage," Ron answered.

"Why does that sound so familiar?" Lela muttered.

"Eez zat who I think eet eez?" a familiar voice said from behind them.

Leila turned around to see Fleur Delacour…well, Fleur Weasely now, standing right behind her. The young woman's blonde hair was tightly pulled back from her face in a braid, but the look of disgust on her face wasn't hard to miss. Her husband, Bill wrapped his arm around his wife's face with all emotions masked from his face. That's right; Bill and Fleur lived at the place called Shell Cottage. She vaguely remembered hearing Mrs. Weasley talking about it before the wedding.

"What happened to him?" Bill asked.

"He saved us," Ron answered first, much to Leila's surprise.

"We should probably get him inside and checked out. He looks to be in pretty rough shape, as does Mr. Ollivander," Bill replied.

"Ollivander?" Leila asked.

"He was in the cellar with us, along with Luna and Dean," Hermione answered.

"Bill, zees boy ruined our wedding," Fleur grumbled.

"Ron says he saved them, so I think we at least owe it to him to heal him," Bill responded.

"He eez a Death Eater," Fleur demanded.

"Not anymore," Leila sniffled.

She gently pushed up his left sleeve revealing not only his Dark Mark, but the words branded into his skin by his aunt. For years Draco had made fun of the Weasleys by taunting them with the title of "Blood Traitor" and now he was the one marked with the words. Fleur gasped and buried her head in the crook of her husband's neck, while Hermione's hand flew to her own mouth. Ron simply stood there and stared. Leila could tell that the irony of the situation was running through his head. Bill was the first one to break the silence.

"I'll bring Malfoy in. Fleur, darling, can you make sure Mr. Ollivander makes it in all right? I think Dean and the goblin are well enough to walk. I'm not sure where we're going to put all of them, but we'll make do."

"I'll help you with Malfoy," Ron responded.

"Leila's going to need some looking at as well," Hermione interrupted.

"No, I'm fine," Leila said.

"We should all get inside, so humor us, Leila," Bill stated.

Leila slightly nodded her head in agreement, more to shut them up then because she actually thought she needed any checking-up on. Draco needed it far more than she did. Bill used a spell to wake Draco up, enough so that they could walk him back to the cottage. Draco's eyes somewhat fluttered, but they wouldn't focus on anything as Ron and Bill each wrapped one of his arms around their necks. Draco's feet somewhat dragged behind as he attempted to walk with Bill and Ron as they slowly walked. Hermione helped Leila up and wrapped her arm around her friend's waist as they followed the boys.

"Leila," Draco slurred.

"Right behind us, mate," Ron said.

"Leila," Draco slurred again.

"I'm here, Draco," Leila answered.

Draco's head turned around to look at her. His face looked bloody and terrible. Both of his eyes were black and blue and one was swollen shut. The deep scratch from his father's ring etched in his face along with the minor cuts he received at the hand of his aunt. Leila turned her eyes away from him. Looking at him was just too much to take in.

"Are you all right?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, don't worry about me," Leila said with her eyes downcast.

"I always worry about you," Draco muttered.

"In case you haven't noticed, you're in worse shape than Leila is, mate," Ron responded.

"Ron!" Hermione reprimanded sharply from behind.

"Its fine, he's probably right," Draco chuckled.

When they finally reached the little cottage, Leila noticed how lovely the place was. The outside décor of the house was completely covered in shells, hence its name she supposed. Fleur, who had Mr. Ollivander's arm wrapped around her neck, opened the door to the house, allowing them all entrance. Almost as soon as they got inside, Draco passed out due to his injuries forcing Ron and Bill to place him on the sofa, but Bill immediately went to work on him. Bill gently peeled away the sweater that was practically glued to Draco's chest from all the blood before placing his hand on the boy's forehead and shaking his head.

"He's in bad shape," Bill muttered.

Fleur came back downstairs and walked over to the cupboard to get supplies. Bill walked over there and met her. Leila knelt near the couch and brushed Draco's hair from his face, but she could tell from Bill and Fleur's hushed tones that it was serious. As Leila's fingertips brushed Draco's forehead, she could feel the warmth radiating from him. He was practically burning up with a fever. She knew from the Muggle soap operas Aunt Petunia watched, that the fever was probably from the spreading of some infection. She knew what the Muggles would do, but she had no idea what Wizarding practices were for this. Bill motioned for Ron to come over by him and Fleur. Leila knew that Bill was filling Ron in on Draco's situation. It kind of upset her; she wanted to be the one to be told what was going on.

"Hermione, why don't you and Leila head upstairs," Bill suggested as he walked back over with a bottle of Skele-Gro.

"I'm not leaving him," Leila said.

"Sorry, but I wasn't asking. Leila and Hermione go upstairs with Fleur," Bill said more firmly.

"C'mon, Leila," Hermione said.

"I'm not going," Leila stated.

"One way or another you're going upstairs," Bill responded.

Leila plopped her bottom onto the wood floor. She couldn't leave Draco. Not after everything he had just done. Bill nodded over to Ron who scooped Leila off the floor and swung her over his shoulder. Leila tried to kick at him to get away, but Ron had a tight grasp on her legs. Leila cried as she was carried up the stairs holding her hand out as if she was trying to grab Draco. But Ron continued upstairs, carrying Leila, following Hermione. With her head, Fleur pointed to which door they should go through. Mr. Ollivander was already fast asleep on the bed as Ron plopped Leila into the armchair in the corner. Leila stood up to try and run back downstairs, but Ron had anticipated this and held onto her by her shoulders.

"You don't wanna be down there," Ron responded.

"I can't leave him alone," Leila cried.

"I'll be down there with him. I'll come get you when it's okay, I promise," Ron said.

"Promise?" Leila whispered.

"I do," Ron responded.

"I'm scared for him," Leila sniffled.

"I'm going to be honest with you, it's not good; but Bill's seen some pretty nasty stuff as a curse breaker. He's probably the best person for this besides a Healer, but we can't exactly go marching into St. Mungo's; especially not after what just happened," Ron said.

"You're not supposed to tell me that," Leila sobbed.

"It's nothing you didn't already know," Ron shrugged. "Now, for everyone's sanity, stay up here, please."

"You promise you'll come get me?" Leila asked.

"I thought I already did," Ron said.

Leila threw her arms around Ron's neck, enveloping him in a hug. For a moment, she sobbed into Ron's chest. My how the tables had turned, normally Draco was the one keeping her vigil, but now it was her turn to keep his. Ron awkwardly patted Leila's back, before he released himself from the hug before he headed back downstairs. Ron found Bill leaning over Draco, whose sweater had been removed revealing an already scarred chest besides the deep slash across his chest.

"That was meant for me," Ron said.

"What?" Bill asked.

"As we were Disapparating, Malfoy pushed me out of the way of the knife. It was headed for me," Ron said.

"That knife has already killed one, let's not make it another," Bill responded.

"What's all wrong with him?" Ron asked.

"You left Leila upstairs?" Bill asked.

"Yeah, she's crying her eyes out, but she's up there," Ron answered.

"She has a very good reason to, the tip of the knife is stuck in his chest," Bill said solemnly.

"Bloody hell," Ron swore.

"And from what I know about that type of knife, we can't just magic the piece out," Bill said grimly.

"You mean…" Ron began.

"It's not going to be pretty and it's going to be messy. We're going to have to reopen the wound because Leila already put some Dittany on it to try and heal it," Bill groaned. "Are you capable to help me or should I sent you upstairs to get Fleur?"

"I owe him," Ron answered.

"Good, we'll get this one first. Then we should be able to heal the rest of them the normal way," Bill said.

Ron nodded his head before grimacing slightly at the sight of Malfoy's mangled body. For how many years had he wished for something like this would happen to the git, but these past few months something changed. Maybe it was him, maybe it was Malfoy, and maybe it was them both; but one thing was for certain, despite their differences, they were on the same side for once. Never in his life would he have ever thought that he and Draco Malfoy would be fighting on the same side, but the Slytherin's brave actions proved otherwise. So despite how he had felt about Malfoy for years, he was about to help the boys struggling for his life.

Back upstairs, Leila sat in the armchair sobbing. It wasn't supposed to be this way. Hermione wrapped her arm around her sobbing friend and held her tight, while Fleur finished tending to Mr. Ollivander. When Fleur was satisfied that Mr. Ollivander was on the mend, she walked over to Leila in the armchair, noticing the girl's arm. Fleur gently reprimanded Leila for not telling her about the slash, but Leila felt numb. The wound didn't even cause her pain, well at least not as much pain as her heart was in right now. Draco couldn't die now. He had just sacrificed so much and to die once he had finally chosen the right side. It just wasn't fair.

Fleur dropped some Dittany onto Leila's arm. It stung a little, but it healed only a little. Suddenly, Draco's screams filled the house. Leila's hands flew over her ears as the tears continued to fall harder. Hermione hugged Leila tighter as Fleur closed her eyes tightly. The agonizing screams went on for minutes and then suddenly there was no noise. Not even a peep. Then a knock came at the door. Leila ran for the door, despite Fleur's pleas to allow her to finish healing her arm. Leila flung the door open, only to reveal her brother standing outside of it.

"Where's Ron?" Leila asked.

"He's still downstairs with Bill and Draco," Harry explained.

"Ron was supposed to come get me, he promised," Leila snapped.

"Then I'm sure Ron will keep his word when they're finished healing Draco," Harry said.

"I don't understand what's taking so long," Leila said.

Leila tried to side step her brother, but he stopped her. She growled an obscenity at her brother before she turned around and plopped herself back into the armchair. Fleur continued to pour the Dittany onto Leila's arm until it was as healed as it was going to get. There was probably always going to be a faint scar from that deranged woman's knife; but Leila's wound wasn't nearly as deep as the words dug into Draco's arm. Draco would forever be marked as a Blood Traitor. Fleur sighed when she had finished tending to Leila's wound and looked to Harry.

"Luna and Dean are up in the loft," Harry said to Fleur.

"Do zey need any 'ealing?" Fleur asked.

"Maybe some food," Harry suggested.

"I'll make some dinner once zey are finished down zere," Fleur responded.

Fleur collapsed into another chair in the room while Harry walked over to where Hermione and Leila sat. They sat there for a few minutes in silence as Harry wiped his dirty hands against his jeans.

"It's quiet, too quiet," Leila said.

"I'm sure Bill is doing his best," Hermione said.

"What if he dies?" Leila whispered.

"Then, he's a hero in my book," Harry responded.

"You mean that?" Leila asked.

"For the longest time I couldn't see what you saw in him; but after these past few months and especially after what just happened, I get it," Harry said.

"So you approve of him?" Leila questioned.

"I didn't say that. I just said that I get it," Harry chuckled.

After what seemed like an eternity, another knock finally came at the door. Leila instantly flew to the door and opened it. A solemn-looking Ron stood outside the door, his shirt bloodier than the last time she had seen him. Her hand instantly flew to her mouth, knowing that Ron hadn't really had any bloody injuries to his chest. If her assumptions were correct, the blood was Draco's. Ron awkwardly shifted with his hands in his pockets before he spoke.

"Bill gave him a potion so that he'd get some sleep, but you can come see him."

Without even saying anything in response to Ron's words, she flew past him and down the stairs. When she got downstairs, she found Bill sitting in the chair beside Draco. Leila looked to Draco. Bill must've transfigured the couch into a bed, because Draco was now lying on a bed. He had a thick bandaging across his chest. His left arm was also wrapped in bandaging while his right arm was in a sling. Leila stopped in place for a moment before she ran to Draco's side. He looked so pale and he was covered in beads of sweat, but when she placed her hand on his forehead, his body temperature seemed to be back to normal. Leila placed a kiss on Draco's flushed cheek before she sat beside him on the bed simply holding his left hand.

"We're not completely in the clear yet, but I think he's going to make a full recovery," Bill said.

"Thank you," Leila sniffled.

"Ron told me what he did, it was the least I could do," Bill said. "But I'll give you a minute alone with him."

Bill stood up and walked upstairs, which Leila assumed was to find his wife and check on their other visitors. Leila kissed Draco gently on his eyelids and squeezed his hand tightly.

"You were so brave, sweetheart. I don't know that I could have done what you did," Leila sniffled. "I'm so sorry that you were hurt. Just know that I love you. No matter what happens, I love you."

"Yeah, we're all bloody in love with you," Harry teased.

Leila turned around to see Harry, Hermione, and Ron standing at the bottom of the stairs watching the scene.

"Harry meant every word, he wasn't being sarcastic at all," Leila whispered to Draco.

"Well, Leila was right about one thing. What Draco did was extremely brave," Hermione said coming to Leila's defense.

"Dumbledore did say once that he thought Hogwarts sorted too soon," Harry responded.

"Now that's a laugh," Ron chuckled.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"Malfoy in Gryffindor," Ron laughed.

"I'm sure Draco would have done just fine in Gryffindor," Hermione said with her arms folded across her chest.

"No he wouldn't have," Leila sighed.

"What makes you say that?" Harry asked.

"I'm sure his daddy issues would have started a lot earlier. What would he have done?" Leila answered.

"Maybe Sirius could've taken him in," Harry suggested.

"Things happen the way they do for a reason. So, I'm just going to be thankful that even though he's pretty beat up, we're all together and alive," Leila said.

"Here, here," Ron said.

Harry walked over and put his hand on his sister's shoulder, while Ron stepped closer to Hermione.

"What happened to Dobby?" Leila asked.

"I buried him, properly," Harry responded. "No magic."

"I know it really doesn't matter, but it's still a beautiful place to be buried," Leila smiled.

"Yeah, plenty of room for socks and tea cozies," Harry grinned.

"How many of those bloody things did he have, Hermione?" Ron chuckled.

"I don't know what you're trying to insinuate, Ronald," Hermione finished in a laugh.

"You tried to be so sneaky about it too. I remember you snuck some into my book bag; I was furious with you," Leila snickered.

"What did you do with them?" Hermione asked.

"I don't think you want to know," Leila winked.

Footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. The footsteps belonged to Bill and Fleur, who both appeared with serious faces.

"All right, what the hell is going on here?" Bill began. "All we know is what Ron told us about Malfoy, which wasn't a whole lot. We have a dead house-elf, a half-conscious goblin, a battered Mr. Ollivander, a near-death Malfoy, a wounded Leila, just to name a few…"

"We can't tell you what we're doing," Harry said. "You know Dumbledore left us a mission that we're not supposed to talk about. You're just going to have to trust us."

"After everything and zis is the thanks vee get?" Fleur scoffed.

"We really do appreciate everything…" Hermione began.

"It's all right, Hermione. We know none of you would be ungrateful," Bill said.

"Then we have one more favor to ask of you…" Harry said.

"What do you need Harry?" Bill asked.

"I need to speak to Griphook and Ollivander," Harry answered.

"No," Fleur said. "You will 'ave to wait. Zey are both ill, tired…"

"It can't wait," Harry said.

"Which one do you want to talk to first?" Bill sighed.

"What?" Fleur gasped.

"Harry's right, we need to trust him," Bill sighed again before looking to Harry for an answer.

"Griphook," Harry said. "I'll speak to Griphook first."

Bill nodded his head and motioned with his hands to follow. Harry, Hermione, and Ron followed after Bill. They were halfway up the stairs when Harry turned around and called to Leila.

"C'mon, we're going to need you," Harry said.

"But Draco…" Leila began.

"I can keep him occupied if he wakes," Luna said as she came down the stairs.

"That I don't doubt," Ron smirked.

"How about you come and get me instead," Leila suggested.

"I'll make sure she does," Dean answered following Luna.

Luna came over and sat in the chair beside a sleeping Draco with a wistful look on her face. Leila supposed Luna could at least bring Draco a little laughter if he did wake, so she stood up. But before she walked to her brother, she quickly hugged Luna. Luna was the only one who had believed her when all her former friends at Hogwarts had turned their backs on her. Luna simply smiled at Leila when she released her from the hug. While Leila had never been particularly close with Dean Thomas, she hugged the Gryffindor boy too. They were safe and that was all that mattered. With that, Leila headed upstairs to talk to the goblin with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Bill opened the door to the room where the goblin was resting. He was awake, but he was clutching the Sword of Gryffindor in his bed.

"Brilliant idea by the way, trying to convince them the Sword was a fake," Harry said to Leila.

"I wondered about that," Leila whispered.

Harry smiled before walking further into the goblin's room. He led the way followed by Leila, Hermione, and Ron bringing up the rear. Ron gently closed the door behind him. Harry and Leila stood closest to the goblin, while Hermione sat down on the armchair and Ron sat on the arm.

"How are you?" Harry asked Griphook.

"Alive," Griphook drawled.

"Sorry, to bother you," Leila continued. "How are your legs doing?"

"Painful," the goblin responded "But, mending."

"Erm—you probably don't remember…" Harry began.

"That I showed you two to your vault the first time you came to Gringotts?" Griphook asked. "Even amongst goblins, the Potter twins: Harry and Leila are famous."

Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Leila walked until she was by the window. She hoped Harry would make this interview fast. Something about this goblin rubbed her the wrong way. She could practically hear Hermione lecturing in her head that goblins only responded to the way they were treated, but she also knew that goblins could rarely be fully trusted. And this goblin was prime example of that.

"You buried the elf?" the goblin continued to converse with Harry.

"Yes," Harry responded.

"And brought me here…" Griphook furthered. "You are…a very unusual wizard."

"How so?" Harry asked.

"You dug the grave," the goblin said.

"So?" Harry questioned.

"Dobby was our friend," Leila responded. "Not to mention he saved your life too."

Griphook slightly sneered at Leila and clutched the Sword of Gryffindor tighter to his body.

"How did you come by the sword?" Griphook asked.

"It's complicated," Harry answered.

"Why did Bellatrix Lestrange think it should be in her vault?" Ron asked.

"It's complicated," Griphook answered.

"The Sword presented itself in a moment of need," Leila furthered. "We didn't steal it, if that's what you're thinking. Well, we didn't."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Hermione asked.

"Later." Leila said through gritted teeth.

"Hmph, well, there is a sword in Madam Lestrange's vault identical to this one, but it is a fake," Griphook explained. "It was placed there after a ruse at Hogwarts, so I understand."

"Ruse?" Ron asked.

"Later." Leila repeated.

"Well then, who placed it there?" Hermione asked.

"A Hogwarts professor, the Headmaster I believe," Griphook said.

"Snape?" Ron asked. "But why?"

"There are more than a few curious things in the vaults as Gringotts," the goblin hissed.

"Right, well, I need some help Griphook, and you can give it to me," Harry responded.

There was a brief silence, but then something clicked in Leila's brain. Bellatrix was convinced that Draco had led them to her vault. Why would she be so concerned about the Sword of Gryffindor? Bellatrix had been a Slytherin, so why would a Gryffindor object mean so much to her? Bellatrix had asked if they had taken anything else…what was she so concerned about? If Leila's guess was right, Bellatrix was storing one of Voldemort's Horcruxes in her vault.

"Are there curious things in Madam Lestrange's vault as well?" Leila asked.

"Perhaps," Griphook responded.

Harry looked at her in surprise but he nodded at his sister before continuing. Hermione and Ron still looked confused, but Leila knew exactly where her brother was going with this. And despite how painfully dangerous this could prove to be, after what Draco had done for her; she was up do almost anything to make sure that his sacrifice was worth it.

"So you," Griphook said breaking the silence. "To be fighting so many."

"Then you'll help us? We need to break into Gringotts, into one of the vaults," Harry said.

"That could've come out better," Leila scoffed.

"Harry!" Hermione gasped.

"Break into a Gringotts vault?" repeated the goblin. "It's impossible."

"No, it isn't," Ron contradicted. "It's been done before."

"That's right, it was actually the same day we met you, Griphook," Leila responded.

"Mine and Leila's birthday, seven years ago," Harry finished.

"The vault in question was empty at the time," snapped the goblin. "The protections were minimal at the time."

"Well, the vault we need to get into isn't empty, and I'm guessing the protections will be pretty powerful," Harry said. "It belongs to the Lestranges."

Hermione and Ron looked at Harry with incredible looks on their faces. They could hardly believe what he was suggesting.

"You have no chance. No chance at all," Griphook said grimly.

"Alone, yes. But with you, no," Harry responded.

"Why should I help you?" Griphook questioned.

"We're not seeking treasure for personal gain. You already know we have lots of gold," Leila answered.

"But what's in it for me?" Griphook furthered.

"Like Leila said, we have gold we can give you," Harry continued.

"I don't want gold," Griphook spat.

"What then?" Ron asked.

"This," Griphook said clutching the Sword of Gryffindor even tighter. "This is my price."

Leila could tell Harry was about ready to answer, but she quickly interrupted.

"We need some time to think it over," Leila said.

"Very well, you know where to find me," Griphook said narrowing his eyes. "Now, I think the Skele-Gro has done its work and I'm in need of some sleep."

"Yeah, of course," Harry responded.

"I think that's our cue," Ron scoffed.

Ron was the first to reach the door and he opened it for the rest of them, allowing the girls to exit first, before following them out. Harry shut the goblin's door behind him.

"That little git," Ron hissed.

"Enough about him," Hermione interrupted. "Are you two thinking that there's a Horcrux in Bellatrix Lestrange's vault?"

"Yeah, she was terrified when she thought we'd been there," Harry answered.

"She kept asking Draco what else we'd taken. There's something in there that she'd be in deep crap if You-Know-Who found out, leading us to conclude that it's a Horcrux," Leila furthered.

"But I thought we were looking for places that were important to You-Know-Who," Hermione responded.

"Besides, when would You-Know-Who ever had time to waltz into the Lestrange's vault?" Ron asked.

"Maybe he wasn't directly in there, but vaults show who's who in the Wizarding world," Leila said. "He obviously would've been envious of anyone who had a key to one."

"And he trusted Bellatrix and her husband. He's called them his most loyal followers," Harry continued.

"But she probably doesn't know that it's a Horcrux. Lucius Malfoy had no idea he had one. You-Know-Who probably just told them that it was a treasured possession," Leila said.

"But what would have been a treasured enough possession for Bellatrix to take? She may be a loyal follower, but I don't she would take just anything," Hermione responded.

Hermione had a point. Bellatrix was rather vain on top of her insanity. What would the woman take? It had to be something with value. What had Dumbledore suggested last year about the objects? They probably had some tie to Hogwarts or something. Leila's eyes widened as she yanked at her beaded bag which was still slung over her shoulder.

"I'm an idiot," Leila muttered.

"Normally, I'd like to agree with you; but I'm not following," Harry said.

"Just give me a sec," Leila whispered.

Leila dug through her bag. She knew they were in here somewhere, the chocolate frog cards Dumbledore had willed her. She finally knew why Dumbledore left them to her, or at least she thought she did. Her hand plunged once more into her bag and she grinned as her fingers grasped the cards. She pulled them out and jumped up and down excitedly.

"Aren't those what Dumbledore left you?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, and I think I know why," Leila grinned.

"Spit it out then," Harry said.

"Look at them," Leila said.

Leila placed the Gryffindor card in Harry's hand, the Slytherin card in Ron's hand, Ravenclaw's card in Hermione's, while she held onto Hufflepuff's. They examined them and Leila remained silent for a moment, hoping they would simply understand what she was getting at.

"Don't you see?" Leila furthered.

"They're originals and worth a lot," Ron shrugged.

"Ugh, Harry look at your card what do you see?" Leila furthered.

"Godric Gryffindor holding the Sword of Gryffindor," Harry said.

"Ron?" Leila continued.

"That nasty piece of work Slytherin wearing his pretty little locket," Ron scoffed.

"Hermione?" Leila smiled.

"Rowena Ravenclaw," Hermione answered.

"And I have Helga Hufflepuff," Leila continued.

"I'm still not following you, Leila," Harry said.

"Don't you see, each of the Founder's had an object and they were pictured with it. We already have the sword and the locket's been destroyed. Meaning…" Leila began.

"That whatever we're looking for is in the Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw card," Hermione finished.

"Exactly!" Leila grinned.

"Let me see those," Harry commanded.

Leila gladly let Harry take her card, already knowing that Hufflepuff was holding her cup. And if memory served her correctly, especially after the hours of time she spent staring at them, the only object in Ravenclaw's was the tiara on her head. She wasn't sure the significance of either object, only that they were Hogwarts gems.

"But which one are we looking for?" Harry asked.

"Does it matter? We just narrowed down our search by a hell of a lot," Leila scoffed.

"Two objects, I'd say that's manageable," Ron said.

"And we might even be able to narrow it down farther," Hermione said.

"How?" Leila asked.

Suddenly, there were footsteps coming up the stairs and their hushed tones quickly turned to silence. The footsteps were revealed to belong to Luna.

"Draco's awake," Luna beamed. "And he asked for you."

"Draco," Leila whispered.

Leila's heart seemed to have skipped a beat, but without even finishing her conversation with Harry, Hermione, and Ron, she headed downstairs. She knew that he would probably only be awake for a few minutes because the sleeping draught was supposed to tire him, and she wanted to make sure she at least got her minute with him.