A Dance Through Thyme [Harry Potter]

There are no strangers here; only friends you haven't met. An unknown man sends Hermione back to the Marauder's Era as revenge, however, the consequences are far more disastrous than what even he imagines when Hermione loses her memory of the past. Why did that man do this to her, and what secrets will be spilled? Who is the guilty party?

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41. Chapter 36: Ausgetrickst Part 1

Chapter 36: Trapped

 

Part 1: Remus and Sirius

 

“Sirius, this may be the only time I ever say this to you in your lifetime, so I want you to appreciate it: You are a genius.”

Sirius threw his head back with laughter.

“I’m glad you’ve finally come around to my point of view,” he said, still chuckling. “At least I’ve always had confidence in myself, even if no one else has.”

“Very funny, but let’s get back to business. Hermione trusts us with getting the Cup, and bringing it back to Dumbledore for her. We can’t let her down.”

Sirius face immediately lost its gaiety, and his arms dropped down to his side.

“It’s amazing how Hermione just happens to know all this stuff about You-Know-Who, and that she needs us to do all these things for her and Dumbledore. I think she is a lot more complex that what she lets on to any of us.”

Remus snorted, putting his head down as he and Sirius continued to walk down Diagon Alley together.

“James seems to know more than what we do. She clearly trusts him more than what she trusts us.”

“Prongs has known her for longer than what we have known her. That is to be expected. To be honest, I don’t know her that well at all. Yeah, we talk, but I can’t imagine us sharing our deepest, darkest secrets. You, on the other hand, were much closer with her than either Prongs or me.”

Sirius left his words at that, hoping that Remus would be able to extrapolate the situation a little further. He had yet to open up about his failed relationship with Hermione. For Sirius, he had seen them together, and then suddenly they were not together without a hint towards the reason. All the while, they had left together at Christmas.

Remus stayed silent for a little while longer.

“I can’t go back into the past to change what happened,” he finally said to his companion. “I just need to get into the vault, get the cup and bring it back to her without anything going wrong.”

“So, she doesn’t trust you. Does she?” Sirius answered rather shrewdly.

Remus couldn’t help but feel injured when Sirius said that, but he fought to keep his face neutral.

“Please Sirius, leave it alone. I can fight my own battles. Let’s just get into the bank.”

Remus walked up the stairs; towards the burnished bronze doors that lead to the small entrance hall of Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Sirius followed behind, eager to be able to be of use for the Order, and by extension work on defeating Lord Voldemort.

The stopped just before the silver doors, eyes raking over the engraved words of warning:

Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn

Must pay most dearly in their turn

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there

Sirius could not help wondering exactly what price a thief might have to pay, and shuddered. He may have not paid much attention at Hogwarts, but he knew enough to know that the Goblin Rebellions were brutal. If that was anything to go by, the situation would not be pretty. Indeed, he was now wondering why Hermione had set him to what might have ended up a spectacularly difficult task.

The Lestrange family vault would have been under immense security, the same if not more than the Black family vault. It would have been nigh impossible to get anything out of it anyway.

Consumed by his thoughts, Sirius did not realise that they he and Remus had approached the first counter operated by goblins.

“You need to do this part,” Remus whispered to him. “It’s your family’s vault, not mine.”

Sirius nodded, and walked up to the first goblin.

“Good morning, I am here to make a withdrawal.”

“Your name?” sneered the goblin.

“Sirius Orion Black,” he replied, taking great pleasure in seeing the smirk disappear from the face of the over-confident goblin.

“Very well,” he said. “Follow me.”

The pair followed the goblin through an enormous door, leading them immediately into what was almost darkness. Roughly cut stone made the walls, and Sirius could not help but scrape his hand along it as they walked towards the carts.

Climbing into a vacant cart, they sped and twisted along the tracks, heading deeper under the surface of the earth. The flaming torches seemed to blur in front of their eyes as they cast the bare minimum of light.

Vault seven hundred and eleven had no key. It was only as Sirius and Remus were climbing out of the cart that the goblin spoke to them once more.

“Stand back,” was his curt instruction, the expression on his face almost ominous.

The door melted away instantly as they goblin touched it with only a finger. Grudgingly he stepped back, allowing Sirius access to the room; but he stepped back in front of the entrance as soon as Remus attempted to step over the threshold.

“He is here with me,” commanded Sirius when he turned to see what the goblin was doing. “Allow him in.”

The eyes of the goblin widened slightly before the skin his forehead wrinkled down into a scowl.

Remus stepped forward with his eyes wide as they took in all the sheer amount of wealth the Black family seemed to posses. Necklaces made of various jewels seemed to drip down off shelves, not even in any protective casings. The money in the vault was exclusively comprised of galleons, and piles of this were interspersed among rubies, emeralds, diamonds, and several stones which Remus couldn’t identify. Suits of armour, swords and various tools of combat were carelessly piled in one corner.

Sirius made a ‘humph’ kind of noise as he too took in the view.

“The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black,” he sighed gesturing towards the contents of the vault. “This is what we have to show for ourselves. This; and a pile of heads from Aunt Elladora’s house-elves. It’s sickening, and I have no doubt that most of it is blood money. No one decent was ever this wealthy by chance or hard work. No Black has ever done an honest amount of hard work.”

“You always did try and get me to write your essays at school,” Remus chuckled, attempting to lighten the situation as he picked up a rogue galleon, wanting to toss it back into one of the already overloaded piles. It instantly exploded, and a shower of new galleons covered the surrounding ground.

Remus shouted in pain as he felt an intense heat penetrate the skin on his hand. “It burned me!”

Sirius kicked over a goblet, spilling small diamonds that were accumulated within it; but nothing happened.

“Hmm,” he said, looking over at the fake galleons. “Regulus must have been in here recently. That never happened before. New spells and protective enchantments always were his forte. I’m only guessing here, but I think that would happen every time someone who was not a Black tried to touch it. Slimy git. Remind me to strangle him when I next see him.”

Remus fanned his fingers in front of his face, gently blowing on them to cool the furiously red skin. Small, fluid-filled blisters had already begun to form at the base of his palm, near his wrist.

“Sirius, you can’t hate him forever. He is your brother, and he has agreed to help Dumbledore.”

Sirius apparently did not want to discuss the matter any further.

“Shut up and help me find the cup. Just don’t touch anything.”

He reached forward into one of the piles, sifting through the treasure as he searched for the cup; Remus stayed rooted to the spot, scanning his eyes across the dim light of the vault.

“There it is,” he said, pointing to one of the highest shelves. “Over there.”

Sirius’s eyes followed Remus’ outstretched finger, to the very object they were searching for. The small, silver cup glinted at them, waiting to be picked.

“It’s like she made it too easy,” said Sirius referring to Bellatrix’s placement of the Cup as he waded his way through the fortune at his feet. “Arrogant bi-”

“Sirius!”

“What? You know that she is,” grinned Sirius, clearly pleased and at ease when it came to insulting his various relatives.

He finally made it over to the shelf, and his height made it easy to reach up with one hand and swipe the entire set of heirlooms from their repository. The items fell to the stone floor with a clatter.

“Did you really have to do that?” Remus reproached his fellow Marauder.

“Yes,” replied Sirius, the grin on his face widening, as he used the other hand to secure the Cup. “Let’s head off, that goblin over there might not be able to control himself for much longer.”

Said goblin continued to glower at them from the doorway, not able to say a word as the two young men passed him on their way back to the cart.

A short ride back to the surface soon found them blinking in the daylight of Diagon Alley.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” said Sirius to a much less pale, and nervous-looking Remus. “I wonder how the others are getting on.”

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