Chapter thirty six; Death mission number three hundred and thirty-four

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The four couldn't put it off any longer if they wanted to. The polyjuice potion had been ready for just under a week now and the scheduled day for the break in had rolled around quicker than expected.

May 1st had dawned upon them and although everything was set in stone, the four really weren't ready to leave the comfort of Shell Cottage.

Olivia, who wanted nothing more than to run back to Remus and her adorable Godson, had spent all morning throwing up into Bill and Fleur's toilet. She'd been going back and forth between vomiting and being subjected to severe dizziness. The nerves at the bottom of her spine were lapping around as if they were dancing, and frequently shot up to her neck in quick bursts.

Whatever was coming for them wasn't good.

Ron and Hermione has stuck by each other's side, stealing secret glances with one another all morning. While they remained particularly quiet, their actions spoke volumes. They too were hesitant in the plan to break into a high securitised Wizarding bank.

Harry was overly calm in the eyes of Olivia as he went about everything in a normal manner. He didn't seem panicky or freaked out by the idea of their plan whatsoever. She had to constantly remind herself that they were doing leaps and bounds compared to Harry.

When Fleur had returned with two outfits, for Olivia and Hermione, that she deemed to be suitable for the people they were to be imitating, she and Bill tried once more to talk them out of what they were about to do.

They had valid arguments for why their plan was not a good one and they easily outweighed the reasons as to why they should attempt the suicide mission. It seemed that Harry was determined, however and no matter what he would be breaking and entering into that bank on that day.

Olivia had took the clothes from Fleur hesitantly as she passed the single white hair to Hermione with shaking hands.

She watched as Hermione put the hair into the flask made for Olivia before putting the black hair she had retrieved into her own.

"And the both of you are sure they're right?" Ron asked once more, "Absolutely positive?"

Olivia nodded, "I'm sure of it. It has to be Narcissa's."

Hermione nodded too in agreement, "I'm positive."

When Olivia spoke again, after she took her flask from Hermione, it was clear she was trying to convince herself, "I mean, it has to be Narcissa's right? There's no one else with long white hair in that house."

Ron couldn't help himself, "Lucius."

Her eyes snapped to Ron as her face went whiter than a sheet. No words left her open mouth as her eyes began to flicker between Ron and the flask.

"Now you've done it." Hermione mumbled to him as she watched Olivia start to freak out.

"No, no, no!" She cried in despair, "Ronald why would you say that you fucking imbecile?"

"I was only pointing it out." He defended, "Narcissa and Lucius' hair is the same colour."

Olivia put her hand to her forehead, "No, there's no way. It's definitely Narcissa's, it has to be."

"Well I'll take your word for it." Ron muttered disbelievingly.

Hermione back handed his arm while scolding him, "Ronald!"

"Right, not helping." He muttered while rubbing his arm, "Sorry."

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Olivia was stood in the comfort of her designated bedroom, away from the eyes of everyone else in the house. It was quite possibly the only time she'd acquire alone before they left again for what they hoped to be the final time.

She stood in front of the mirror in a baggy long sleeved shirt. The left sleeve of her shirt rolled up as far as it could go as she inspected the blackening veins in her arm. The area around her scar was worsening. Her veins were black and it looked like an infection, spreading quickly over her arm.

It looked like it was crawling through her veins, infecting them viciously. They stood out against her pale skin as they stretched to the top of her arm.

A series of short knocks followed by her door being opened scared her and she scrambled to pull the sleeve of her shirt down quickly.

She turned to see Harry stood sheepishly by her door and furrowed her brows at him, "Everything alright?"

He nodded while rubbing his arm, "Yeah, I-there was just something I wanted to talk about-uh.. before we left."

"You mean before we go out and put our lives on the line again?"

Her witty remark did nothing to ease his nervous behaviour and he stuttered awkwardly on a laugh, "Yeah, I guess."

Harry's behaviour was making Olivia nervous and she furrowed her brows deeper, "Alright Harry, out with it. You're making me nervous."

"It's nothing bad." He assured, "I'm just nervous for how you'll react."

"Uhm." She swallowed, "Okay?"

Harry played with his hands, "I, sort of, knew you.. were-um, adopted."

His words didn't seem to make much sense for the longest time but when she did comprehend them, she stared blankly at him, "You what?"

"I found out that you were adopted before Sirius told you."

Olivia stepped forwards, "Did he—"

Harry's eyes widened as her voice rose and he shook his head, "No, god no. He didn't tell me."

"Then how did you find out?"

"Remember our first Hogsmeade trip in third year?" She nodded her head, "I snuck into the village with my dads cloak and the map from the twins—"

"—Yeah I remember." She interrupted harshly, "How did you find out?"

"Well I snuck into the The Three Broomsticks didn't I? Professor McGonagall told Madam Rosemerta that Sirius was my Godfather before telling her he was your father."

There wasn't much Olivia had to say. She didn't know how to feel. Was she to be angry with Harry for keeping it from her for a year? Was she to feel indifferent? There wasn't much of any emotion that fully requested Olivia's attention, there was a small ounce of hurt there but there was too much going on for her to even acknowledge it. So eventually after some silence she clicked her tongue and nodded, "You knew for almost a year?"

"Yes."

"And you never thought to tell me?"

Harry felt shit, and he cringed at her blunt tone, "I did. So many times but I thought it would sound better coming from, say Sirius or Remus rather than me."

"I don't know wether to be pissed at you for not telling me that you knew or to be thankful to you for allowing me to live with Mary and Jackson and think that they were my real parents."

"Olivia—"

"—there's too much going on for me to actually think about it, Harry. I simply don't have enough time. So if you'll excuse me, I have a woman to impersonate."

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Olivia wasn't sure how to feel when her body morphed into the one of Narcissa Malfoy. She felt overly uncomfortable in the body of her boyfriends mother. The same body that had—

"Oh my god, Olivia stop." The girl scolded herself as she shivered.

"What's wrong with you?" Hermione asked as she turned around in the body of Bellatrix Lestrange.

Olivia turned around to look in the mirror. She lifted her wrinkled fingers to push her hair back, "This feels beyond wrong." She told Hermione, "I'm in the body of my boyfriends mother. There's absolutely nothing right about that."

"How do you think I feel?" Hermione asked, "I'm in the body of the most psychotic woman in the world!" She yelled in a panic.

Olivia payed her a quick glance as she smoothed out her robes to make her look like Narcissa, "I told you I should've imitated Bellatrix."

"And now I wish I'd let you." Hermione said as she held the woman's wand, "We should go, can't keep them waiting much longer."

Olivia nodded and followed Hermione downstairs and out onto the beach, voicing her thoughts as she went, "I wonder if Narcissa has any secret tattoos."

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Olivia walked alongside Hermione and Griphook up to the hill on top of the beach where they would be meeting Harry and Ron. Ron had been transfigured to look like Dragomir Despard, a foreign wizard who they didn't really know much about.

She held back and walked behind Hermione as they reached the top of the hill and the girl looked to them for opinions, "Well, how do I look?"

Harry and Ron turned to face the three of them as Hermione stood there nervously. Olivia passed her while patting her shoulder and walked to stand besides Ron, "Like I've already told you, you look the part." She said.

Ron nodded, "You look hideous."

Olivia snorted as the wind blew her hair in her face, "Like you can talk, Weasley."

Harry turned to adress the goblin, who held the Sword of Gryffindor protectively in his hands, "You can give that to Hermione to hold, alright Griphook?"

Reluctantly, Griphook dropped the sword into Hermione's bag and the four moved to join hands in preparation for the apparition. They looked to Griphook who followed them slowly, "We're relying on you Griphook." Harry reminded, "if you can get us past the guards and into the vault, the sword is yours."

Olivia's clear view of the beach twisted into swirls and she forced herself to close her eyes. Side-along apparition wasn't one of her favourite things to do, she despised it actually and the feeling that came with it. As quick as side-along apparition was, it had a knack for seeming to last forever.  

It was dark where they landed and Olivia opened her eyes to find herself in a grim side street in Diagon Alley. Her lips curled up in disgust as a rat scurried last them. She exhaled deeply, puffing her cheeks out and smoothed her cloak down, "Is anyone else seriously starting to doubt this?"

Although evidence in his voice that he agreed, Ron swiftly shifted the conversation, "She's not." He muttered astonished, watching Hermione, "Look at her walk, she's practically Bellatrix."

Hermione had strayed from the group to peer out of the darkness and stopped at before a few steps. A wizard in passing clocked her in Bellatrix's form and bowed his head, "Madam Lestrange."

Even though her back was towards she group, Olivia could picture the panic stricken eyes, "G-good morning."

Olivia dropped her head and looked to Ron, "Aaaaand that is exactly how you jinx something." She muttered while tapping his shoulder with the back of her hand, "Well done, really."

If this was how Hermione was going to portray Bellatrix, like a kind and caring school girl, they were going to be on their arses and six feet under in a matter of minutes.

This, this clusterfuck they had resorted to, was easily going to send Olivia to an early grave.

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Click, clack, click, clack.

Olivia's footwear was no where near as bad as Hermione's as she stumbled and fell over her heals while they walked down the marble stone floor of Gringotts Bank.

The silence was sickening and the room span in circles around Olivia.

Every goblin they passed would lift their head to see who it was passing them and lower it almost immediately after that. The thing impersonating was that Olivia, Hermione and Ron had to act their part and so they were all shoved out of their comfort zones.

Hermione didn't have a malicious bone in her body, nor did she know how to act like it.

Olivia was very far from a poised and collected woman who had learned to keep her voice out of most situations.

And Ron, well, they didn't have much of a clue about the man he was supposed to be impersonating.

The point was, there was double the pressure on their shoulders than what there was on Harry's. The three would be the ones who would have to convince the goblins that it were actually them. Harry had to carry a goblin on his back, hide under an invisibility cloak, keep quiet and then decipher wether there was a Horcrux in Bellatrix's vault.

Olivia put her luck down to life, as always, being impossibly unfair.

She walked with purpose while in Narcissa's shoes, kept her back straight and her head unrealistically high. That was how Narcissa was, proud.

When they reached the front desk of the Bank she stopped behind Hermione and looked casually around, surveying her surroundings while Hermione called for the attention of the goblin.

It seemed, as he wrote into his book, Hermione wasn't going to get his attention and with arms crossed she spoke, "I wish to enter my vault."

Still writing and not bothering to look up the goblin replied, "Identification."

Olivia and Ron stole a sideways glance as Olivia pursed her lips to prevent herself from speaking out of place. It wasn't something Narcissa would do, she reminded herself.

Hermione was somewhat getting the hang of things, "I hardly think that will be necessary."

The goblin eventually looked up from his book and straightened upwards immediately, "Madam Lestrange." He greeted before turning and walking away from them.

Olivia could see Hermione shaking and narrowed her eyes as she spoke out again, "I don't like to be kept waiting."

This was not going good.

"They know." A whisper called out to her from behind, "They know she's an imposter. They've been warned." It was Griphook and his words caused Olivia's jaw to clench.

This was not going good at all.

"Harry." Ron whispered from beside her, "What do we do Harry?"

As the sound of shoes hitting against the marble flooring filled their ears, Olivia responded quietly, "Shut up."

The goblin returned with a counterpart and Olivia lifted her head even higher, "Madam Lestrange, would you mind presenting your wand?"

"And why should I do that?"

"It's the banks policy. I'm sure you understand given the current climate?"

Olivia kept quiet and watched Hermione handle the situation, "No. I must certainly do not understand!"

The goblin almost smiled, "I'm afraid, I must insist."

If Hermione gave up Bellatrix's wand now as identification, they would be screwed. If Hermione didn't give up Bellatrix's wand for identification, they would also be screwed.

For a minute, Olivia thought she'd have to intervene until the goblin seemed to have a rather quick change of heart, "Very well Madame Lestrange, if you would follow me?"

Olivia exhaled in relief, part one of death mission number three hundred and thirty four was complete.

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I've been writing this while ill so I have no idea if it actually makes sense.

Also,

It's May 1st and the day of the final battle.

Are you all ready?