AN: Hey Guys! Yet again sorry about the time in between. I believe it will continue to be a trend. It allows me to get all my ideas in order before I write and finalize the chapter. Hope you enjoy this update :) See you in the next one.

Chapter 12: Knowledge's Solace

The next morning.

Harry remained in bed next to Hermione who was sleeping very soundly. He wished he could just stay there with her forever but, he knew he had to find the remainder of the horcruxes and then defeat Voldemort. He also needed to speak with Ollivander about something. Harry turned to the girl next to him and moved the hair from her face then gently placed a kiss upon her forehead.

"I love you Hermione." He whisphered as he slowly got out out bed.

After getting dressed and completely ready for the day, he walked to the room that Ollivander was staying in. The wandmaker wasn't in any condition to be moved again, he needed time to heal from all the torture he'd suffered through. When Harry came through the door, Ollivander gave a brief smile.

"What brings you in here, Mr. Potter?"

"I wanted to ask you something about wands..You may not know this but, I was able to see your conversation with Vo..You-know-who. You told him of the Elder wand, does it's change in ownership apply to all wands?"

The wandmaker stared back at him, frozen in thought. Ollivander cleared his throat after he coughed and returned his focus to Harry.

"Yes, if a wand's owner is defeated then victor does win the alleigance of the defeated wand. What brought you to ponder something such as this?"

Harry withdrew a wand from his pocket and looked at it. The black and brown wand was not his own but, one that had left from Malfoy Manor. He handed the wand to Ollivander who took it in both hands and examined its form completely.

"Ah, I remember this wand as all that I've ever sold. 10 inches, Hawthorne hair. Reasonably springy. This was the wand of Draco Malfoy."

"Was? Would it be mine since I was th one who disarmed him?"

"Well, yes it should work for you as your own."

Harry nodded, and took the wand back from the man. He stared at the object in his hand. It was his, wouldn't this mean that? No..It couldn't have. Could it?

"Thank you Mr. Ollivander, I'll leave you to rest."

The wandmaker smiled and said his goodbye to Harry as the young wizard left the room. Harry hurried back to Hermione. She needed to know what he'd discovered, only her. There couldn't be the risk of you-know-who finding out during a skirmish. He found her still asleep in the bed where he'd left her. Harry bent down next to the bed and kissed her cheek. She immediately opened her eyes with a smile.

"Good morning, Hermione."

"Good morning. I've got something to tell you. It's very important that you don't tell anyone though. I spoke with Ollivander about wands to see if a normal one could change ownership and they can. The wand I disarmed from Draco was his own and now it's mine. I also have a theory on the true ownership of the elder wand. You-know-who shouldn't be able to use it with it's true potential as it isn't his own but, I think the wand belonged to Draco. He disarmed Dumbledore before Snape killed him." He replied.

"That means..You're the owner of the wand!" She stated as she got on the same page.

Harry smiled at her, she was so very intelligent. He was very grateful to have her in his life. His view of her began to blur as he fell back. Strong emotions of anger and frustration filled him as he watched a scene unfold.

The interior of Gringotts bank formed, there was a mob of witches and wizards standing opposite of the goblins that worked there.

"How did they get into the vault?!" Voldemort shrieked with anger.

The goblins trembeled infront of him. Bellatrix and some other Death Eaters stood behind the dark lord as He walked toward the small beings before him. Voldemort raised the elder wand in his hand and pointed it toward the goblins.

"How many have been destroyed?" Voldemort questioned in his mind.

He pointed the wand directly toward the highest positioned and spoke the one word : "Crucio" The goblin fell to the ground in bitter pain.

"YOU LET THEM INTO ONE OF MY FOLLOWERS' VAULT. THERE WAS SOMETHING OF MINE HIDDEN THERE. AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort's voice echoed throughout the edifice as the Goblin's form became fixed.

Voldemort's mind began to go throughout each item he'd made a horcrux and their locations. Harry's mind connected to it only caught so much, a location that's all. The divination ceased, everything blurring.

Harry returned to the cottage's room with Hermione crouched beside him. Her face filled with absolute concern she held. She gripped his hand tight as her face lit up noticing his eyes opening again.

"What happened, Harry?" She spoke in a rush, her voice cracking slightly.

"He..knows what we're after. He knows we've been after the Horcruxes he doesn't know how many are gone. I know where the last one is..I don't know what it is though." He relayed he information to her.

"Where is it Harry?"

"Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?!" Lupin exclaimed, his hand holding on his chin. His wife next to him stared at Harry and Hermione. Molly came over and placed her hand on Harry's shoulder.

"Are you sure, dear?" Mrs. Weasley questioned.

"Yes, I'm sure. He..doesn't know that I got this information. His anger caused it to slip out. We need to go there and find this thing and destroy it." Harry responded.

"You don't know what it is or where exactly it is. Harry..We've been at Hogwarts for years, you know how big that place is. It could be anywhere." Ron cut in, finally speaking to them for the first time in months.

"Oh, so now you're gonna help out? Just give up on us months ago and now you're wanting to give your opinion." Harry spat out.

Hermione placed her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye.

"Harry calm down. I'm not exactly pleased with his behavior either but, we're on the same side and we're all friends. We'll have time to talk about this later." She whispered.

Harry exhaled, the anger subsiding. Voldemort's emotions were still seeping through slightly. He needed to let himself gain control. He couldn't let there to be a slip up that allowed the dark lord to come through.

"Sorry..Ron. I know this isn't the best position to be in. We need to get there and search. It won't be safe with the death eaters that are there. We need a plan."

Everyone got close and began to discuss various plans and ideas of how they could go to the castle and regain control. They spent the remainder of the day finalizing the plan of how they would do so. Everyone decided they would storm the castle tomorrow.