2nd July 2003

The letters from Potter had stopped; Draco, Narcissa, Llaria, Blaise and Luna were all worried; worried that Potter had been injured or killed, or worse, captured by Bellatrix.

Narcissa and Draco were at a loss of what to do about Sirius' nightmares. Narcissa had been singing to him, but it's 'not working like Daddy's singing does', according to Sirius. Even Draco's tried, but James had asked him to 'kindly shut it' because he sounded awful. Draco did the next best thing, though. He was looking at how Potter's nightmares were embedded into Sirius' genes and was developing a cure for it: hopefully, aHe would have it right the first try.

Draco kept the last letter from Harry with him all the time, it was a short note only for him.

Draco,

I found her, Rastaban, Rudolph and Greyback are with her. I should be home soon, I can't wait to see you and the boys again.

Tell them I love them.

See you soon, Love Harry.

Draco knew Harry signed all his letters home with 'love Harry' but whenever Draco read it, he got a nice feeling that made him smile.

15th July 2003

Now they were all really worried. There have been more and more attacks on muggles; it's as if the war had started again. Worse still, Percy Weasley had been murdered and the Public had started to notice that Harry's gone. Draco was already seeing a number of reporter-looking people hanging around Grimmauld place. Luna, Blaise and Llaria were all staying at Grimmauld too, because they are Potter's only close friends they were being hounded with reporters - it was getting dangerous for them to be alone.

Worst of all, Ron Weasley had really used this opportunity to pin Harry for being a dark wizard and the murder of his mother.

The report he filed had gone missing, Kingsley half assed apology and promise for finding it meant nothing now because Harry's absence was noticed by the press and the speculation was already circulating through the tabloids. Draco, in desperation had sent a letter to Katie, but her reply wasn't good news. The ministry were suspicious of Harry, because of the public he didn't know, what Draco did know was that he was scared.

1st August 2003

Draco was terrified.

They were all terrified.

The attacks were getting worse. None of them had left the house. Sirius' nightmares were getting worse, and he was getting new ones, but wouldn't say anymore. The poor little boy was shaking all the time, He was pale and thin.

The Daily Prophet reports were usually about Harry. He was a wanted criminal now. Draco had gone to Kingsley more than once trying to clear his name, but Kingsley always ignored it. Finally, Draco decided he needed to do something, and the first part of his plan involved Sirius.

26th November 1997

Harry took the lead while walking through the tunnel. It looked to be made of stone, with a dirty floor and cobwebs on the walls. after walking for a few minutes Dean poked him and pointed up the tunnel.

"I think that's the end," Dean said. Harry looked where the other boy was pointing, seeing a light blue light at the end of the tunnel. He nodded.

"I'd take that bet, come on," Harry and Dean picked up their pace until they reached the blue light, another portrait of the girl in the room of requirement. She smiled at them, and her frame swung open.

"Put your wand away boy, I ain't going to hurt you."

Harry at first thought he was looking at Dumbledore, but this man looked younger, and dirtier than the old headmaster had ever been.

"Aberforth Dumbledore," he said, holding out a hand, "you're in the Hog's Head pub, in Hogsmede."

Harry stared at the man. "Did you know-"

"Albus was my brother, Potter." Aberforth said, looking annoyed.

"I'm Dean Thomas," Dean said, holding out a hand. Aberforth shook it.

"Now, Ariana told me you were coming, didn't say why?"

"Can we use your floo? We have all the Muggleborns from the school hidden on the seventh floor, with no way to get them home."

"Bloody come and go room, I guess you have no way to get food and water too?"

"We have a connection in the kitches," Harry said, smiling at Dean. Aberforth shook his head.

"That crazy elf."

"Will you help us?" Dean asked, Aberforth sighed.

"Look, kids, I'm trying to lie low. I'm the last Dumbledore you don't think I'm a target?"

"Albus would've helped," Harry spat. Aberforth didn't even look annoyed.

"Albus was no saint either. That line won't go far with me, Potter."

"You'll help them, Aberforth."

Harry looked up at the newcomer, a tall red haired man with scars across his face and a ponytail.

"Bill," Harry said a bit shocked at seeing Bill Weasley here. "Where's your earring?"

Bill laughed out loud at Harry and shook his head. "Didn't want to risk having it ripped out. Harry this is G-"

"Griphook," Harry said, holding his hand out to shake the goblin's hand. "You took me to my vault, in my first year."

Griphook gave Harry an odd look, bit took the offered hand and shook it.

"I'ts unusual for wizards to remember our names." He said.

"I'm an unusual wizard then, what are you doing here?" He asked the pair, Bill laughed while Griphook scowled.

"We were talking business at the Leakey Cauldron and some snatchers wanted to take Griphook in, because he's a goblin, Griphook attacked them, and I helped him. They eventually realised I was a blood Traitor and werewolf victim and ordered me to be captured too.

"These idiots apparated here after dark, set off the caterwauling charm and have been hiding out here ever since." Aberforth interrupted.

Dean laughed at the old mans sour expression.

"Lucky to get away when we did, Bellatrix Lestrange came in a moment later with the sword of Gryffindor, wanting to put it in her fault. Some drivel about having half the founders artifacts-"

"What?"Harry asked, he looked at Dean with a significant glance that Dean didn't understand.

"Bellatrix claims to have some of the founders artifacts in-"

"The cup, the cup oh Merlin!" Harry cried, he smiled at Bill. "We have to break into the Lestrang's vault!"

Bill cried in outrage and Griphook hissed.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Would it help if I told you I'm not stealing for wealth, but to save the world?"

Bill narrowed his eyes ad griphook scoffed. "That's what they all say."

This time Harry rolled his eyes. "Helga Huffelpuff's cup contains a fragment of Voldemort's soul, if its not destroyed, he won't die."

"Your wizard wars have no effect on the goblins-"

"You're in hiding!" Harry said. "How long before all the goblins are driven out of Gringotts and-"

"UH!" Griphook yelled at Harry and stomped off. Bill shook his head.

"We'll help, he's pissy because he knows you're right."

Harry nodded, thinking.

"If we know the security on the Lestranges vault, and if we can get there, it should be fine." He said. Bill rolled his eyes.

"Harry Potter, this will have been the most insane thing you've ever done."

"A hair of Andromeda Tonks," Bill said. Hermione took the hair nervously and put it in the potion.

"Come here Hermione," Mrs Thomas said, Hermione went into the bathroom with her. Harry looked at Griphook and Bill nervously.

"I'm going to lose my job," Bill said, Harry shook his head.

"I'll say you're Ron, we need you to remove the curses on the gold in the vault, Bill."

"I know," Bill waved away Harry's concern as Hermione came back from the bathroom.

Harry needed to mentally restrain himself from cursing her. Bellatrix and Andromeda looked enough alike to fool anyone already, but with Dean's mother doing Hermione's makeup there was no telling the difference. Hermione gulped nervously, an odd thing to see Bellatrix doing.

"We ready?" She asked, Harry nodded, lifting Griphook on his back as Bill, disguised by some simple spells draped the invisibility cloak over them both. Bill turned to Hermione and cast a spell.

"What was that for?" She asked with a little frown.

"Your disguise won't be washed away in the falls," he said with no explanation, "but take a flask with extra, just in case."