Harry Potter The Long Lost Malfoy

"Your father treats Muggles like they're some kind of fascinating new device. And Hermione hasn't ever said she thinks that's terrible. Would you turn your back on your dad if she did decide it's terrible?"

Ron closed his eyes. Then he said, "No."

Harry nodded, and reached for another cake.

Narcissa wrapped herself in a cloak of pure arrogance and disdain and stepped into Gringotts.

She knew she was immediately the focus of some attention, not all of it friendly. She kept her chin up as she walked across the lobby and towards the nearest queue. She would proceed with this request, which would be the simplest way to get hold of the Horcrux in Bellatrix's vault. If it didn't work, then she would turn to another plan.

But Narcissa didn't know it wouldn't work, yet. So she would act confident until she knew one way or the other.

Strangely, a goblin intercepted her before she got to the queue at all. "Mrs. Malfoy," he said, and his eyes shone like coals. "Come with me."

Narcissa turned and walked after the goblin, not flinching and not looking around when more heavy stares came to rest on her. The goblins had some reason for this. And if it was less than friendly, Narcissa carried a Portkey that would take her home to the Manor at once.

She would insist that both her sons carry them, this year, along with the tokens embedded in their skins that would ring if they were in danger.

They mounted several steps, heading into a part of Gringotts Narcissa had never seen before. She maintained her icy, unvarying expression, even as she sent silent tendrils of magic out to brush against the walls. She felt nothing that would prevent a Portkey from acting, and that was the only thing that might have prevented her from accompanying the goblin further.

They finally arrived at a heavy stone door set into a wall of pure marble. The goblin guiding Narcissa unlocked it with an iron key that looked at least a quarter of the weight of the door itself and stepped out of the way, waving his hand. Narcissa walked in.

She was in a large but low-roofed cavern of carved black stone. Narcissa remained with her hands at her side. The Portkey was a large button on her robe pocket. She didn't need to reach for her wand to touch it.

"Mrs. Malfoy. Welcome."

The voice came from the largest goblin she had ever seen, standing at what looked like a podium of black stone similar to the ones that the tellers used in some parts of the bank. Two other podiums flanked his, both of them large goblins with bright red eyes. Narcissa inclined her head.

"Greetings."

She remained silent after that, until the goblin in the middle chuckled and leaned forwards. "Do you know why we have called you here?"

"No."

"Why do you not address him with a title?" interrupted the goblin standing by the podium on the left.

"I do not know the correct one, and I do not want to offend the goblins," Narcissa said, allowing her eyes to flicker over once before they returned to the goblin at the middle podium.

"Some people would say that you are looking to offend me," said the middle goblin thoughtfully, tapping sharpened claws against sharpened teeth. "That you should have gone with the title that you would use to a human in this case, even if it was the wrong one."

"I would be drawing my wand on a human in this situation, as I would assume they were trying to entrap and destroy me."

One of the goblins laughed, a sound like rocks being crushed to powder, and more laughter echoed from the darkness beyond the podiums. Narcissa didn't move. She had suspected more goblins were there, although she couldn't see them. She kept her gaze fixed on the ones nearest her, the more dangerous opponents.

"A fair point," said the middle goblin, somewhat to her shock. He leaned forwards over the podium. "Why did you come to the bank today, Mrs. Malfoy? The truth."

"I wanted to access the vault that belongs to my sister Bellatrix Lestrange. I have reason to believe there is a Horcrux in there."

Narcissa knew even as she spoke the name of the Dark Lord's foul object that she was taking a chance. It was entirely possible that the goblins would approve of such a thing, or at least not disapprove. Narcissa knew little of their morality, except that they considered it dishonorable to be accused of cheating or stealing, and took up weapons at a moment's notice.

There was a muffled noise that seemed to roll around the cavern. The middle goblin said something that was not in Gobbledegook, and the other goblins stopped speaking. Narcissa waited, her hands folded in front of her. One of them was very close to the Portkey that would take her home now.

But she did not want to use it unless she absolutely had to. This was interesting, and possibly she would find something here that could help Henry.

"An interesting claim," said the middle goblin. "What do you claim this Horcrux looks like?"

"A golden cup with two handles, and a badger emblem. An artifact of Helga Hufflepuff."

"And you intended to steal it?"

"I intended to destroy it."

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