Chapter 22 : Making A Deal
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Author's Note: Hey y'all! I can finally see! My glasses haven't been up to date for a year and my bad vision has almost doubled, so I finally got some contacts, and my glasses will be updated in a week. I'm so happy! It's so strange to see everything with this sharpness :P So here it the chapter, enjoy, and don't forget to review!!
We made Hermione and Ron the godparents. Harry and I didn't even have to consult each other to come to that conclusion. It was the obvious choice, and even though they weren't together as a couple yet, they were the best options to take care of our children in case anything happened to us.
Over the next few days, everyone from the Order was stopping by to see the twins, asking about their names, asking how their birth went, and all of that. People were still snapping pictures at every opportunity. Our Order friends brought stuff for the twins, including clothes, stuffed animals, toys, and other things we were going to need.
"'Arry, Griphook would like to speak with you and Emily. 'E eez in ze smallest bedroom, 'e says 'e does not want to be over'eard."
Harry took one of the twins from me so that I could stand up without dropping one of them. Harry was great with the babies. He was always willing to help and check on them in the middle of the night when they were crying. He was also eager to learn how to do everything so that he could take care of the twins properly. I knew I had made the right choice with him.
We walked into the littlest room with Ron and Hermione, and I took little Aidan from Harry so he'd be fully capable of doing whatever he needed to.
"It is an honor, Your Majesty," Griphook said, attempting to bow, even though his legs were injured. I nodded my head in acknowledgement, trying to balance the twins in my arms, a talent I had still not been able to fully grasp. "Congratulations on the birth of your children, they are very beautiful."
"Thank you, Griphook," I said, trying to appear as regal as I could with my hair in a messy bun and wearing sweatpants. "Can we assume that you've made a decision?"
"Indeed I have," the goblin said, turning his attention back to Harry. "Though the goblins of Gringotts would consider this base treachery, I have decided to help you -"
"That's great!" Harry exclaimed. "Griphook, thank you, we're really -"
"- in return for payment."
Harry stared at him for a few moments, obviously not expecting that.
"How much do you want? I've got gold."
"Not gold," Griphook said. "I have plenty of gold." He paused, glancing at me to gage my reaction. Wouldn't want to piss of the future queen. "I want the sword. The sword of Godric Gryffindor."
"You can't have that," Harry said immediately. "I'm sorry."
"Then we have a problem."
"We can give you something else," Ron suggested. "I bet the Lestrange’s have got loads of stuff; you can take your pick once we get into the vault."
Ron, per usual, had said the wrong thing. Griphook turned bright red.
"I am not a thief, boy! I am not trying to procure treasures to which I have no right!"
"But the sword is ours -"
"It is not," the goblin argued.
"We're Gryffindors and it belonged to Godric Gryffindor's -"
"And before it was Gryffindor's, whose was it?" demanded the goblin, sitting up perfectly straight now. I'm sure he probably would've attacked Ron if his legs hadn't been so badly injured.
"No one's," Ron said. "It was made for him, wasn't it?"
"No!" the goblin cried, pointing a long, crooked finger at Ron. "Wizarding arrogance again! The sword was Ragnuk the First's, taken from him by Godric Gryffindor! It was a lost treasure, a masterpiece of goblin work! It belongs with the goblins. The sword is the price of my hire, take it or leave it!"
Griphook was glaring at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He knew better than to give me that kind of respect - I could banish him for less than a glare. Harry glanced over at us and then said, "We need to discuss this, Griphook, if that's alright. Could you give us a few minutes?"
The goblin nodded, and the look on his face made it clear that he was not pleased.
When we were downstairs in the living room, Harry walked to the fireplace as he tried to think about what to do. Ron said, "He's having a laugh. We can't let him have the sword."
"He's not joking, you guys," I said. "Goblins have been treated horribly in the past, just like all non-Wizarding races, and we need to give him the sword not only as payment, but as a sign of friendship between the races."
"But goblins aren't exactly fluffy little bunnies, though, are they?" Ron said. "They've killed plenty of us and they've fought dirty, too."
"Arguing with Griphook about whose race is more sneaky and violent isn't going to make him want to help us, is it?" I asked. "You're lucky he's even willing to do that. If it wasn't Harry asking for the favor, and if I wasn't there to try and keep the peace, he probably would've downright refused or demanded more, like your wands."
Ron's face paled dramatically.
"Then what do we do? We need the sword a lot more than he does," Ron said.
"We tell him that he can have the sword after he's helped us get into the vault - but we'll be careful to avoid telling him exactly when he can have it."
Hermione looked panicked. "Harry, we can't -"
"He can have it," Harry continued, "after we've used it on all of the Horcruxes. Then I'll make sure he gets it. I'll keep my word."
"That could be years!" Hermione said.
"I know that, but he needn't. I won't be lying...not really."
"Harry," I said. "You need to be really careful about this. Goblins are not a race you want to mess around with. Just please be as specific as you can when you make the offer."
"I will," Harry said.
"I really don't like this."
"I know," Harry said softly, "but we have to do it."
I nodded, and we went back to the bedroom where Harry made the offer, carefully phrasing it so that there wasn't any defined time mentioned for the handover of the sword. Hermione kept making faces while Harry was speaking, but luckily, Griphook was only watching Harry.
"I have your word, Harry Potter, that you will give me the sword of Gryffindor if I help you?"
"Then shake," the goblin said, holding out his hand. Harry shook his hand and I instantly knew that the goblin had his own plans about how this deal would go down. Griphook clapped his hands together and said, "And so we begin!"
It felt like we were planning to break into the Ministry all over again, but about ten times harder. We spent almost all of our time in the small room, planning every step we would take during this mission. Any time I felt like I could escape, I made sure I did. The twins needed as much fresh air as possible, in my opinion. They were half-Fairy, after all.
But as the two months Harry and I had decided on started to get closer and closer, I was forced to spend even more time in the tiny room planning, helping to find solutions to every problem that was popping up. One particularly bad one was the lack of Polyjuice Potion.
"I could always use the glamour charm." I mentioned as I bounced Nadia up and down on my lap. She was giggling like crazy, especially because I was making raspberry sounds at her. She held my gaze and reached up with her tiny hands and grabbed my nose.
I made an exaggerated gasp and she started giggling. Aidan looked over from where he was playing with Hermione and started giggling too.
"But a fairy glamour charm can't be used to look like an exact person, can it? It just makes you unrecognizable to anyone who might recognize you," Hermione said. I was impressed by her knowledge of Fairy magic - I had even forgotten that little fact.
"There's enough Polyjuice Potion left for one person, and that should be just enough," Harry said confidently.
It felt like time was moving faster the closer we got to the day we had planned for the attack. Bill and Fleur sent Mr. Ollivander with the tiara to Aunt Muriel's to continue his healing, and Griphook was starting to be forced to come downstairs for dinner if he wanted to eat.
At one dinner, about a month after the twins were born and since we had arrived at Shell Cottage, everyone was quiet except for the twins who were babbling to each other in their own little language. I leaned my head against Harry's shoulder, exhausted from having to wake up in the middle of the night so much to feed the twins or make them fall back asleep.
"Go take a nap," Harry whispered, stroking my hair.
"Can't. Twins need to be fed soon," I said, stifling a yawn. I snuggled into Harry's shoulder and let myself drift off, not caring how rude it was to fall asleep at the table.
I was woken up by a loud bang at the front door. I immediately jolted out of my sleep, grabbed the twins and ran up the stairwell, preparing myself to Apparate away with them if I needed to. Harry stood behind me, holding me protectively.
I had been scared of this all along. What if it was the Death Eaters? What if they had found us after all this time evading them? I couldn't let them see the twins - I wouldn't let anything happen to my children, even if that meant giving up my life to protect them.
I was getting more emotional the longer we waited for Bill to answer the door. I was so scared of what might happen to them, and felt sick at the very thought.
"Who is it?" Bill called, standing just out-of-sight of the door.
"It is I, Remus John Lupin!" a voice called over the howling wing. I immediately felt myself relax before becoming fearful again - what had happened to make him come here? "I am a werewolf, married to Nymphadora Tonks, and you, the Secret Keeper of Shell Cottage, told me the address and bade me come in an emergency!"
Bill opened the door and Remus practically fell over the threshold, white-faced and wrapped in his travelling cloak. Harry and I walked down the stairwell, knowing there was no immediate danger for the time being.
Lupin looked around the room, then shouted, "It's a boy! We've named him Ted after Dora's father!"
I shrieked excitedly, but immediately regretted it when the twins started crying. I had to quickly calm them down.
"Tonks had the baby?"
"Yes, yes, she's had the baby!" Lupin shouted, smiling. Everyone walked over to him and congratulated him. I think we were all just glad to have more good news for once. He approached Harry and hugged him, releasing him to hug me and having to move around the twins, who both started playing with his shaggy hair.
"You two will be the godparents?" Lupin asked us.
"Seriously?" Harry stammered.
"Yes, of course - Dora agrees too, there's no one better -"
"Yeah - blimey -"
Harry looked overwhelmed by all of the emotions he must've been feeling. I was happy, really happy that he had chosen us to be the godparents, but at the same time...I was really hoping we would never have to take on that role.
Bill handed goblets of wine around to everyone, and when I glanced at Remus, I noticed he looked younger than I had seen him in a long time.
"To Teddy Lupin, a great wizard in the making!" Lupin said, raising his cup in the air.
"Oo does 'e look like?" Fleur inquired.
"I think he looks like Dora, but she thinks he is like me. Not much hair. It looked black when he was born, but I swear it's turned ginger in the hour since. Probably blond by the time I get back. Andromeda says Tonks's hair started changing color the day she was born." Lupin drained his goblet. His news seemed to have gotten everyone's spirits up.
Bill put on some music and I handed the twins to Ron and Hermione, before getting Harry to stand up and dance with me, laughing all the while. Harry twirled me and brought me close, gazing intently into my eyes. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life," he whispered. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," I said quietly right before he kissed me softly. I eagerly responded back, pressing my body against his.
"Get a room!" Ron hollered, grinning jokingly at us.
After awhile, Remus decided that it was time to get back, but promised to bring us pictures of Teddy in a few days. I couldn't wait to see what little Teddy looked like.
While I fed the twins and put them to bed, Harry was helping Bill clean and put away the goblets. I waited for him to come upstairs for awhile, and when he did, he looked a bit shaken.
"Do you think I was smart to make the deal with Griphook?" Harry asked.
"You did what had to be done, that's all that matters," I said.
"So you don't think it was a good idea?"
"I don't really know. I wasn't there when you made the original deal. But goblins have different views on these things, and I think you should be careful - it wouldn't be strange to assume that Griphook has his own plans about how things will get done," I told him and he plopped down on the bed.
"That's what Bill said," Harry groaned.
"Just stick by what you do, and you'll be fine, Harry," I told him, rubbing his shoulder to try and comfort him. "Everything will work out fine, it has to."
Next time on "The Final Stand"
When people saw me, they melted into the shadows. I put on a smirk and continued strutting down the street, giving off the aura that no one should bother going near me. So far everything was going well, but just like Griphook had warned, there were two wizards now at the entrance with Probity Probes to detect any concealment spells and hidden magical objects. Harry had only seconds to fix that.
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