Lust for Death

I stood on the hill looking over the ocean as Harry, Ron and Hermione talked about getting the Elder Wand again. I sighed and closed my eyes, it had been three days now. I don’t know what we were waiting for but I was getting impatient staying here.

Fleur was scared of me now.

Because of my red eyes.

I saw Fleur stomp her way over to my friends as she spoke to them about something. I couldn’t understand her accent very well and I couldn’t hear her clearly enough. She looked over to me as I faced them; I swallowed hard as she returned to the cottage.

Harry looked back at me as I started to slowly make my way over to the others. Harry taken my hand as I followed him in the house and upstairs to Griphook’s room.

“I have reached my decision, Harry Potter.” The goblin spoke, sitting on a low chair with his legs crossed, arms folded with a mean glare. “Though the goblins of Gringotts will consider it base treachery, I have decided to help you--” Griphook spoke,
“That’s great!” Harry spoke, a sound of relief in his voice, “Griphook, thank you, we’re really--” Harry started,
“--in return.” Griphook interrupted Harry, “for payment.” Griphook finished.
We all didn’t know how to respond to this.
“How much do you want? I’ve got gold?” Harry spoke,
“Not gold.” Griphook said, “I have gold.” Griphook spoke bluntly.

I fidgeted in place wondering what he was planning.

“I want the sword of Godric Gryffindor.” Griphook exclaimed.

All of us lost hope for that moment.

“You can’t have that,” Harry replied, “I’m sorry.” Harry added,
“Then we have a problem.” Griphook replied,
“We can give you something else, I’ll bet the Lestranges have loads of stuff, you can take your pick once we get into the vault,” Ron spoke eagerly,
“I am not a thief, boy! I am not trying to procure treasures to which I have no right!” Griphook snapped,
“The sword’s ours-” Ron started,
“It is not,” spoke the goblin.
“We’re Gryffindors, and it was Godric Gryffindor’s-” Ron explained,
“And before it was Gryffindor’s, whose was it?” Griphook demanded sitting up straight in his chair.
“No one’s, it was made for him wasn’t it?” Ron asked,
“No!” cried Griphook, I could tell his temper was rising quickly, “Wizarding arrogance again! That sword was Ragnuk the First’s, taken from him by Godric Gryffindor! It is a lost treasure, a masterpiece of goblinwork! IT belongs with the goblins! The sword is the price of my hire, take it or leave it!” Griphook glared at us all.

Harry looked back at us three and then back towards Griphook,
“We need to discuss this, Griphook, if that’s all right. Could you give us a few minutes?” Harry asked politely, Griphook nodded harshly as Harry followed us downstairs again.

“He’s having a laugh. We can’t let him have that sword.” Ron snapped as I leaned on the window ledge. Harry was slowly pacing backwards and forwards as Ron and Hermione sat down.

“Is it true?” Harry asked Hermione, “Was the sword stolen by Gryffindor?” Harry asked,
“I don’t know. Wizarding history often skates over what the wizards have done to other magical races, but there’s no account of that says Gryffindor stole the sword.” Hermione explained,
“It’ll be one of those goblin stories, about how the wizards are always trying to get one over on them. I suppose we should think ourselves lucky he hasn’t asked for one of our wands.” Ron snapped,
“Goblins have a right to hate wizards, they’ve been treated like dirt in the past.” I snapped folding my arms,
“Goblins aren’t exactly fluffy little bunnies, though, are they? They’ve killed plenty of us. They’ve fought dirty too.” Ron explained,
“But arguing with Griphook about whose race is most underhand and violent isn’t going to make him more likely to help us, is it?” I asked.

We all paused as I closed my eyes; my temper was rising strongly which was a difference in me… Human blood made my temper much worse.

“Ok,” Ron spoke, I opened my eyes as we all looked at him, “how’s this? We tell Griphook we need the sword until we get inside the vault, and then he can have it. There’s a fake in there, isn’t there? We switch them, and give him the fake.” Ron explained, my brow furrowed furiously,
“He’d know we’d swap them, there’s going to be a distinct difference between the real one and the fake Ron.” I snapped and folded my arms, everybody was shocked at my change in attitude, I could see it on their faces.

“I’d prefer it if we gave it to him without saying when we would give it to him…” I suggested, Hermione’s face was one of defiance and shame as Harry and Ron seemed to like the idea, “We could tell him that we need the sword for our quest and after we’ve done that he can have it. But we need to explain that we do need the sword to destroy You-Know-Who.” I added, Hermione looked shocked at me as I bit my lip.

“It could take years to find--” Hermione started
“You don’t think I don’t know that!” I yelled and glared at her, I held my head for a second, “Sorry… my tempers gone all ajar since I--” I stopped and glanced at Harry for a second. “I’ll be outside… I’ll let you guys decide for yourselves. Whatever you go with you know I’ll be behind hundred percent.” I explained and walked out the kitchen and to the front.

I slowly walked to Dobby’s grave and looked down at the headstone. I folded my arms as Luna put an empty jam jar, which had flowers in besides the stone.

“He was a lovely elf wasn’t he?” Luna asked, I glanced at her and nodded a little, “I see your eyes are red, is that a sign that danger is coming?” Luna asked, I looked at her with confusion,
“I’m a vampire Luna… my eyes are red because I drank Harry’s blood.” I explained with a sharp snap when I mentioned the last two words, looking away and sighed harshly,
“So he saved your life then?” Luna asked, I looked at her once again, I nodded, “You did look a bit pale when I saw you back at the mansion.” Luna added,
“Bellatrix forced me to have a few drops of Human Blood.” I explained,
“Ah… but I guess in your position to understand how you truly are going to be, you need to explore your darker side, am I right?” Luna smiled at me; she then waved simply and skipped off back to the house.

Explore who I am?

I guess I do feel stronger after drinking Harry’s blood. Though my temper has changed everything else about me is the same.

I guess my darker side isn’t too bad.

I can still control myself around living people.

But I guess that’s from experience.

I smiled to myself and looked towards the house as Luna just walked through the door.

“Thank you, Luna.”