Together [HP]

Harry stood in the kitchen of Bill and Fleur's Shell Cottage, his eyes gazing into the distance, the golden edge of the sun rising brightly from the sea.And under the sunlight, a new tomb that had just been erected shone golden.

Bill and Fleur stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"I need to speak to Griphook and Ollivander," said Harry.

"No," said Fleur, "they're all sick..."

"Harry, what happened?" Bill hugged his wife tightly, "Hermione just told me she was looking for Griphook, and I asked her to wait. And you... you brought a dead house-elf Came here with a half-conscious goblin, Hermione was hurt, Ron wouldn't tell me anything..."

"We can't tell you what we're doing," said Harry talkatively. "You're in the Order, Bill, and you know that Dumbledore left us with a mission and we're not allowed to tell anyone."

Fleur made a noise of impatience, but Bill didn't look at her, just at Harry, whose expression was hard to read on his deeply scarred face.Finally, Bill said, "Okay. Who do you want to talk to first?"

"Griphook," said Harry, "I'll talk to Griphook first."

"Go up, then," Bill said, leading the way.

Harry stopped after grabbing a few flights of stairs, and looked behind him.

"I need you two too!" he called to Ron and Hermione, who were sneaking around the living room door.

The two walked to the bright place, and seemed to be inexplicably relieved.

"How are you?" Harry asked Hermione, "it's amazing how you could make up a story when she hurt you like that..."

Hermione forced a smile, and Harry noticed that she was holding a Galleon tightly in her hand. "I'm looking a little worse, but," Hermione gripped her collar automatically, "that... that armor, it's protected me from most of the torture. Not even Moody in our The Imperius Curse is powerful on him."

Ron reached out as if to wrap his arms around Hermione, but he just patted Hermione on the shoulder lightly. "What are we going to do now, Harry?" Ron asked.

"You'll see. Come up."

It took Jacqueline more time to wake up than she could have imagined, and it's possible she was simply waking up from starvation.Jacqueline opened her eyes in some pain, her head was still throbbing, and her ears were full of annoying buzzing, all the scenes in front of her eyes were a little blurry.Jacqueline smiled wryly. She was still alive after being hit by such a big chandelier, so it should be something worthy of praising Merlin and Goddess of Fate.After all, I am just a person, not a giant or a troll.

Amused by herself, Jacqueline grinned, but soon the scar on her face was involved.Jacqueline gasped, and she rubbed her face lightly.Jacqueline looked down at her watch. The time displayed on it was 2:36, but she didn't know if it was early morning or afternoon.Jacqueline then turned her head to look out the window, wondering what time it was and whether she should be going for breakfast or lunch.

It was pitch black outside, and it was obviously the dead of night.Jacqueline tried to prop herself up, turned sideways, opened the first drawer of the bedside cabinet, and took out a pocket. She fumbled in the pocket for a while and pulled out a medicine bottle.She glanced at the label on the bottle, and when she was sure it was the one she needed, she pulled the cap off and drank it down in one go.

Jacqueline was lying on the bed. She waited for a while, and when the voice that was about to make her irritable weakened, she listened for a while, and when she confirmed that there was no one around, she took the copper coin from the second compartment of the drawer. Te took it out.The numbers on the copper nut have changed, but what is it exactly... Jacqueline squinted her eyes to see clearly, but her brain seemed to be unable to function normally. She should be familiar with those numbers, but she couldn't understand them for a long time. Remember the letters they correspond to.

Jacqueline sighed, and she had to give up.

Safety.

Jacqueline was trying to spell those four letters, but her head was in turmoil. Is S 19 or 15? A, well, it should be 1. F is... 7?

Jacqueline hammered her head in a little frustration, but it didn't do anything other than make herself hurt more.Jacqueline shook her head helplessly, so she had no choice but to send Hermione a number. After all, it was just to tell her that she was fine.

Hermione, she seemed to be holding that Galleon that belonged to her tightly in her palm all the time.In fact, Hermione hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep for the past few days. Ever since Harry talked with Griphook and Ollivander, they were planning how to get into Gringotts.Now that he had Bella's magic wand, he had to give it a try.

But what made Hermione feel guilty was that she couldn't devote her energy to discussing their plans. Every few seconds, she would open her palms and look at her Galleon, as if the one hadn't Gallon, who was feverish, seemed to see that the number on it would change in the next moment.

It was the same even when sleeping at night, although the two boys gave Hermione the room that could barely accommodate a bed, but as long as there was a little noise outside, for example, the sound of the sea breeze was a little louder, Hermione Min would wake up with a start, and then stare at the Gallon until she fell into a drowsy sleep.Repeatedly.

And even when Hermione fell asleep, her eyes were full of the last scene she saw, Jacqueline lying bloodied in the remains of the chandelier.

There were a few times when Harry tried to reassure Hermione that they needed a focused Hermione, or their plans would only have more holes.And sometimes, Bill seemed to want to go up and ask what happened, but Ron stopped them all.He knew very well that no one could really cheer Hermione up except for the man who was now in the Malfoy Manor, whose life and death were uncertain.

When Jacqueline sent that meaningless number, Hermione stared at Gallen with her eyes open as usual.When she felt Garen in her palm start to heat up, for a moment she thought it was her own illusion, but when she saw the number change, she sat up excitedly, her right hand tightly covering her mouth "Oh, Merlin," she whispered.

Countless thoughts flashed through Hermione's mind, and she wanted to ask Jacqueline, did Malfoy torture her, did Voldemort take his anger out on her, was she still safe now, and her injuries were not serious.But in the end, she could only say with trembling hands:

Safety.

Jacqueline didn't reply, she was really out of strength.Jacqueline was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling with countless stars shining in front of her, struggling with herself.Jacqueline was hungry, every part of her body was clamoring for food, lots of food, preferably unlimited food.But she didn't have the strength. With her current situation, it was more difficult than climbing to the sky to support herself to the door of the room.But not necessarily, maybe the difficulty of these two things is the same now.And since she wasn't the owner of Malfoy Manor, she couldn't have called the house-elf to bring her dinner.

Of course, there was medicine in Jacqueline's pocket, enough medicine to support her and go to the kitchen to eat.However, Yuna has repeatedly emphasized to her that as long as it is a medicine, there will be side effects. If it is used too much, the body will always be hollowed out one day.This is why the Graham family likes to study all kinds of medicines, but has never used them on others.The Graham family is not a family of dark wizards, and they have no interest in bearing such a name.

But if he didn't drink now, he might become the first wounded person to starve to death.Is this how the Malfoy family treats guests?Jacqueline thought a little desperately, why didn't anyone take care of her?However, when Jacqueline thought of letting Lucius and Bella take care of her, she immediately shook her head. It was her luck that the two didn't kill her while she was unconscious. .

But then again, is it...

Jacqueline wanted to continue thinking, but the emptiness in her stomach forced her to stop.

Alright alright.Jacqueline touched her pocket again, and the future can only be left to the future Jacqueline to worry about.But if she starved herself to death now, there would be no future Jacqueline.The most important thing is to survive first. Only by living can you complete what you should do.

Jacqueline took out a bottle of potion, and she took another look at the label.Pulling off the bottle cap, "I owe you, future Jacqueline." Jacqueline said to herself, and she drank the liquid inside.Jacqueline lay for a while longer, and when her body began to warm slowly, she held her Knut up to her eyes.This time she could finally see what Hermione had sent her.

Me too.

Jacqueline replied.Then she lifted the quilt, slowly supported herself to sit up, looked at the clothes on her body, and made sure that she would not freeze herself, then slowly got out of bed and moved towards the kitchen step by step.

It took Jacqueline about ten minutes to sweat profusely and throw herself onto the kitchen armchair panting. During this period, the copper Knut in her hand didn't get hot even once. It seems that Hermione finally I was able to sleep peacefully.Jacqueline slumped on the chair, panting with her tongue out, fanning the wind desperately with one hand.When the house elf saw her, she was startled first, and then Jacqueline's face was distorted, and she was weak, and after squinting her eyes and mouth, she ran into the kitchen in a hurry, and quickly served her Came over for a sumptuous dinner.

Jacqueline picked up the juice and toasted herself, "Cheers to the future Jacqueline."