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| "It'll be one of those goblin stories," said Ron, "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." "Goblins have got good reason to dislike wizards, Ron." said Hermione. "They've been treated brutally in the past." "Goblins aren't exactly fluffy little bunnies, though, are they?" said Ron. "They've killed plenty of us. They've fought dirty too." "But arguing with Griphook about whose race is most underhanded and violent isn't going to make him more likely to help us, is it?" There was a pause while they tried to think of a way around the problem. Harry looked out of the window at Dobby's grave. Luna was arranging sea lavender in a jam jar beside the headstone. "Okay," said Ron, and Harry turned back to face him, "how's this? We tell Griphook we need the sword until we get inside the _____ and then he can have it. There's a fake in these, isn't there? We switch them, and give him the fake." "Ron, he'd know the difference better than we would,wholesale wedding dresses!" said Hermione. "He's the only one who realized there had been a swap!" "Yeah, but we could _ca_per before he realizes \a150\a150" He quailed beneath the look Hermione was giving him. "That," she said quietly, "is despicable. Ask for his help, then double-cross him? And you wonder why goblins don't like wizards, Ron?" Ron's ears had turned red. "All right, all right! It was the only thing I could think of! What's your solution, then?" "We need to offer him something else, something just as valuable." "Brilliant, I'll go and get one of our ancient goblin-made swords and you can gift wrap it." Silence fell between them again. Harry was sure that the goblin would accept nothing but the sword, even if they had something as valuable to offer him. Yet the sword was their one, indispensable weapon against the Horcruxes. He closed his eyes for a moment or two and listened to the rush of the sea. The idea that Gryffindor might have stolen the sword was unpleasant to him: He had always been proud to be a Gryffindor; Gryffindor had been the champion of Muggle-borns, the wizard who had clashed with the pureblood-loving Slytherin.... "Maybe he's lying," Harry said, opening his eyes again. "Griphook. Maybe Gryffindor didn't take the sword. How do we know the goblin version of history's right?" "Does it make a difference?" asked Hermione. "Changes how I feel about it," said Harry. He took a deep breath. "We'll tell him he can have the sword after he's helped us get into that vault \a150\a150 but we'll be careful to avoid telling him exactly /when/ he can have it." A grin spread slowly across Ron's face. Hermione,wedding dresses ball gowns, however, looked alarmed. "Harry, we can't \a150\a150" "He can have it," Harry went on, "after we've used it on all of the Horcruxes. I'll make sure he gets it then. I'll keep my word." "But that could be years!" said Hermione. "I know that, but /he/ needn't. I won't be lying... really." Harry met her eyes with a mixture of defiance and shame. He remembered the words that had been engraved over the gateway to Nurmengard: FOR THE GREATER GOOD. He pushed the idea away. What choice did they have? "I don't like it," said Hermione. "Nor do I, much," Harry admitted. "Well, I think it's genius," said Ron, standing up again. "Let's go and tell him." Back in the smallest bedroom, Harry made the offer, careful to phrase it so as not to give any definite time for the handover of the sword. Hermione frowned at the floor while he was speaking; he felt irritated at her, afraid that she might give the game away. However, Griphook had eyes for nobody but Harry. "I have your word, Harry Potter, that you will give me the sword of Gryffindor if I help you?" "Yes," said Harry. "Then shake," said the goblin, holding out his hand. Harry took it and shook. He wondered whether those black eyes saw any misgivings in his own. Then Griphook relinquished him, clapped his hands together, and said, "So. We begin!" It was like planning to break into the Ministry all over again. They settled to work in the smallest bedroom, which was kept, according to Griphook's preference, in semidarkness. "I have visited the Lestranges' vault only once," Griphook told them, "on the occasion I was told to place inside it the false sword. It is one of the most ancient chambers. The oldest Wizarding families store their treasures at the deepest level, where the vaults are largest and best protected...." They remained shut in the cupboardlike room for hours at a time. Slowly the days stretched into weeks. There was problem after problem to overcome,denim wedding gowns, not least of which was that their store of Polyjuice Potion was greatly depleted. "There's really only enough left for one of us," said Hermione, tilting the thick mudlike potion against the lamplight. "That'll be enough," said Harry, who was examining Griphook's hand-drawn map of the deepest passageways.
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