florence pov

I walked up the small sandy hill with my hands awkwardly at my side.

I hate this plan.

I really hate this plan.

"Well?" I asked. "How do I look?"

"Hideous." Ron answered smiling.

"Terrible." Hermione said with a little laugh. She especially knows how much I didn't want to do this and she's finding it amusing.

We all turned to Harry.

"I don't want to insult you. You're still my girlfriend, even if you don't look like it. But yeah, you look mental."

I laughed.

I looked down at my new body. I am currently my mother, Bellatrix Lestrange.

Hermione's plan was to use polyjuice potion to turn me or her into Bellatrix and Ron into a deatheater. Then hopefully, we'd get into Bellatrix's Gringotts vault.

I lost the vote on who should be Bellatrix out of Hermione and I. By lost it, I mean, I ended up having to be my mother.

"No, Mione should do it." I protested.

"It makes more sense for you to do it, Flo. You grew up around deatheaters and she is your mother after all. You know what she's like best out of all of us." Hermione reasoned.

I turned to Ron desperately. "Ron?"

"Sorry Flo. I have to agree with Mione on this one."

I then turned to Harry. My last hope.

He placed his hand on my cheek. "I'll still love you even if you look like a psychotic murdering lunatic."

"Oh how comforting." I muttered sarcastically.

"So it's settled then. Florence will be Bellatrix." Hermione announced before handing me the awful smelling potion.

"Lovely. Thanks."

"You can give that to Florence to hold, all right Griphook?" Harry told the goblin.

He didn't looked pleased but reluctantly handed the sword over.

I then walked over to Ron who was holding out his hand for us all to take it. Hermione was first, then Griphook, then Harry, then, after muttering a few things I shall not repeat, I placed my hand on his arm.

Harry turned to Griphook one last time before apparating. "We're relying on you. If you get us past the guards and into the vault, the sword's yours."

And then I felt the familiar feeling of apparation travel through my body once again.

I walked just ahead of them, making sure the coast was clear in Knockturn Alley.

"Madam Lestrange." A man greeted as he passed.

And without thinking, the words came out before I could stop them. "Good morning!"

Oh shit.

With that performance, you wouldn't actually think I'm the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange would you?

"Good morning? Good morning?! Bellatrix Lestrange is not some dewy eyed schoolgirl!" The goblin whisper shouted.

"Hey, easy." Ron snapped.

"I can't help it I'm nothing like her." I said angrily.

I walked back over to them, nearly tripping as I did. Why would she choose to wear such high heeled boots for no reason?

"You're supposed to be Bellatrix Lestrange. Not some failure of a runway model." Griphook growled. "If you give us away, we might as well use that sword to slit our own throats and-"

"Watch it." Harry warned.

I sighed. "No. I was being stupid, I'll admit that."

"Hey, it's okay. Just try act the opposite of how you usually act." Hermione suggested.

I nodded, smiling nervously.

"Okay. Let's do it." Harry whispered as the last group of people passed us. He bent down for Griphook to climb on his back. The grumpy old arse of a goblin unwillingly did so and Ron threw the invisibility cloak over them.

I did my very best not to trip or fall as I walked up to the large front steps of Gringotts and into the luxurious main hall.

It seemed strange to be out in the open after hiding for so long and pretending I was dead. Even if I'm not actually me, it felt just as odd.

I walked down the long marble hall, doing my best to raise my chin and walk like my mother does. It's a lot harder than it looks. When we got to the main desk, the goblin didn't seem to notice me. I cleared my throat loudly causing the goblin to look up.

"I wish to enter my vault." I said in the most Bellatrix voice I could manage.

"Identification?"

I scoffed as I walked closer to the desk. "You should know who I am, goblin. I'd consider you a fool if you didn't. Now, I suggest you let me into my vault at once before I consider you to be on my bad side."

The goblin opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off before he got the chance.

"Would you like to know what happens to people on my bad side?" I hissed. "You of course are familiar with my dear friend Volde-"

"Y-yes yes. I apologise Madam Lestrange, right this way." The goblin quickly hopped off his tall chair and grabbed a set of keys.

My plan had worked perfectly. I wasn't actually going to call on my father, oh merlin no. I just needed him to think I would.

As I passed the goblin and headed down to the vaults, I could hear Harry mutter the imperious curse. Very much illegal, very much brilliant.

The now dazed goblin let us all to a cart. We all climbed on and he set course for my mother's vault.

"Griphook!" Harry called out as we passed through the waterfall for no apparent reason.

I hate that bloody goblin.

I looked down to see that I had changed back into my normal self. Great, this makes everything a million times harder.

The cart screeched and came to an immediate halt. We all sat, trying to catch our breath and process what just happened.

A deafening alarm sounded on the front of the cart. Oh no. This can't be good.

The cart flipped over, sending us all falling to our deaths about two hundred feet.

"Aresto Momentum!" Hermione yelled just before we hit the ground.

I landed in mid air, about a foot off the ground. The spell broke and we all fell down, much less painful than a two hundred foot drop would've been.

"Thanks Mione." Ron sighed.

I pulled myself into a sitting position and blew some of my dripping wet hair away from my face. "I don't like this." I stated for the millionth time.

Harry reached his hand out to help pull me up to standing. "No offence, but I'm really glad you're you again." He said.

"Believe me, I am too."

"Oh no, we look like us again." Ron said as he looked over the two of us. "Why didn't the polyjuice potion stay?"

"The theifs waterfall washes away all enchantments. Can be deadly." Griphook explained as he got back on his feet.

"You don't say." Ron responded sarcastically. "Just out of interest, is there any other way out of here?"

"No."

The goblin that Harry had used the imperious curse on seemed to be slowly coming back to reality. He looked at all of us angrily. "What the devil are you all doing down here?! Theives! Thei-"

"Imperio." Ron said quickly.

The goblin took a deep breath in as he calmed down.

There was a loud roar in the distance. We all exchanged nervous glances before making our way towards the noise.

After a while of rock climbing, narrow cliff walking and sharp turns, we finally uncovered the root of the noise.

A huge white dragon.

Brilliant.

"Bloody hell." Ron muttered, per usual. "That's a Ukrainian Ironbelly."

Griphook handed us each some kind of noisemaker that the dragon feared. I threw mine onto the floor as soon as it was passed to me.

It's practically animal abuse, training the dragon to be scared when the noisemaker rattles. That's what keeps it chained down here and I will not be participating in it.

"It's been trained to expect pain when it hears the noise." Griphook explained as we carefully walked past the dragon.

"That's barbaric." Hermione snapped.

"Isn't it? When I become an auror I'll make sure people who abuse animals receive equal punishment as those who abuse humans."

Hermione looked proudly at me.

The dragon quivered in the corner of the large clearing it was being kept in. Griphook grabbed the imperio'd goblins hand and rose it to the vault door. I could hear clicks of metal unlocking as the door opened and we hurried inside.

The door slammed behind us, and we looked around in awe.

Inside, was a large vault, much larger than the Malfoy's. Each and every corner was filled with galleons, sickles, jewellery, trophies, much more than a single person could ever need.

"Blimey." Ron said as he looked around in amazement.

"Accio horcrux." Hermione called.

Nothing.

"You're seriously not trying that one again, are you?" Ron asked.

"That kind of magic won't work in here." Griphook stated.

"Is it in here? Harry? Flo? Can you feel anything?" Ron asked.

Harry and I nodded in response, he continued looking carefully over the room.

I didn't need to.

I knew exactly where it was.

My eyes focused on a shiny gold cup sitting at the very top of a mountain of jewels.

"I think I found it."