Hey, so how many of you LOVED the DHP2 movie? I did. Except for the Ron/Hermione and Harry/Ginny parts. Ew. Nasty. I loved Maggie Smith. She STOLE the show. She was soooo funny! And didn't you just LOVE when Hermione ran into Harry's arms and said she would go with him to fight Voldemort? Best H/Hr part (only H/Hr part, rly)!

So, I was reading my Deathly Hallows: Part 1 and I realized that I missed some stuff that I needed for this one. Like Bellatrix and Draco's wands. Well, I added it in here. Like Harry didn't realize it. I know, lame, but I didn't know I needed it until I saw the movie. Crap! Haha. Anyway, I hope I made it work. And don't flame me for it!

Anyway, here's the moment you've all been waiting for since January!

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, this is how I would write it. But apparently some lady in England named JK Rowling does. Hmmm...interesting.

"Xenophilius Lovegood. Thank you for helping my daughter."

Harry nodded. "Er, sir, what is that around your neck?"

Xenophilus looked down at his necklace and said, "Oh, this..." He looked back at Harry and asked,

"Tell me, Harry Potter, have you ever heard of the Deathly Hallows?"

Harry shook his head.

"Alright, everyone sit down, I'll go and make some tea. Then I'll tell you everything you want to know about the Deathly Hallows."

Deathly Hallows: Part 2

Prologue

Miles away on a island not far from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, there was a white tomb in the middle of the island. Buried in it was an old man with a white beard and white hair. He was donning light blue robes. So light it was almost white. There was a disturbance on the island. A sudden crack. Like a whip. A tall figure with not one hair on its body appeared. His black robes making his pale complexion stand out. He strode over to the tomb and with his wand, the cover cracked. He lifted the pieces one by one out of the bottom part of the tomb to reveal the old man lying in it. He didn't want the old man. No, he wanted what was in his hand. A pale, bony hand wrapped around the wand that was in the deady body's hand and pulled it lose.

He smiled and laughed maniacally and raised the wand into the air. A large lightning bolt shot into the sky that night.

The storm had arrived.

Chapter One

Deathly Hallows

Harry helped Hermione clean up her wound as Xenophilius went to make some tea. Luna had grabbed a wet cloth and gave it to Harry so he could wipe off the blood on her arm. Harry grimaced in disgust at the word that was etched into her skin. 'MUDBLOOD.' He couldn't believe Hermione went through that for him. He couldn't believe she endured so much pain and embarrassment for him. But he knew that if the roles were reversed, he would do the same for her in a heartbeat.

Her arm had finally stopped bleeding. He voiced this and then asked, "Does anyone know any spells to erase scars?"

"Harry, if there were your forehead would be smooth as silk," Ron said truthfully.

Harry frowned. He wanted to get rid of the horrible word on her arm. He didn't want her to be upset by it. Hermione noticed this and tilted his face up to look at her, her hand on his cheek, stroking it with her thumb. "Harry...it's okay. Yes, I'm a Mud-Blood...and proud. It's just like you said. It doesn't matter what's in my blood. Just what's in my heart." 'Which is you' she thought to herself. She smiled at him and he gave her one back. "Thank you, though, for being concerned." She kissed his cheek and he blushed deeply.

Xenophilius walked back out with a tray of seven teacups. "Alright, here we are. Enjoy!" Everyone grabbed one and sat around the parlor to listen to Xenophilius as he sat down in a large, leather chair.

"Now, have you all heard The Tale of the Three Brothers?" he asked.

Everyone but Harry said, "Yes."

"No," he replied. "What does that have to do with the Deathly Hallows, sir?" he asked confusedly.

"Luna, go into your room and get The Tales of Beedle the Bard for me, dear."

"Sure, Daddy." She stood up and left the room. A moment later, she came back with a small purple and green book. She gave it to her father. "Thank you, dear. Would anyone like to read it?" he offered.

"I will," Hermione agreed and he gave her the book. She flipped to the correct page and began,

"There were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight. In time, the brothers reached a river too treacherous to pass. But being learned in the magical arts, the three brothers simply waved their wands and made a bridge.

"Before they could cross however, they found their path blocked by a hooded figure. It was Death and he felt cheated. Cheated because travellers would normally drown in the river but Death was cunning. He pretended to congratulate the three brothers on their magic and said each had earned a prize for having been clever enough to evade him.

"The oldest asked for a wand more powerful than any in existence. So Death fashioned him one out from an Elder Tree that stood nearby.

"The second brother decided he wanted to humiliate Death even further and asked for the power to recall loved ones from the grave. So Death picked a stone from the river and offered it to him.

"Finally, Death turned to the third brother. A humble man he asked for something that would allow him to go forth from that place without being followed by Death. And so it was that Death reluctantly handed over his own cloak of invisibility.

"The first brother travelled to a distant village while with the Elder Wand in hand, he killed a wizard he once quarrelled with. Drunk with the power that the Elder Wand had given him, he bragged of his invinsibility. But that night, another wizard stole the wand and slit the brother's throat for good measure. And so Death took the first brother for his own.

"The second brother journeyed to his home where he took the stone and turned it thrice in hand. To his delight, the girl he once hoped to marry before her untimely death appeared before him. Yet, soon she turned sad and cold for she didn't belong in the mortal world. Driven mad with hopeless longing, the second brother killed himself so as to join her. And so Death took the second brother.

"As for the third brother, Death searched for many years but was never able to find him. Only when he attained a great age, did the youngest brother, shed the cloak of invisibility and give it to his son. He then greeted Death as an old friend and went with him gladly to parting his life, as equals."

Hermione finished the story and closed the book. Xenophilius nodded and said, "There were three brothers named Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus Peverell. They lived in the 13th century. It is said that they are the three brothers in the tale. The Peverell name was one of the first magic families to become extinct in the male line. Now Anitoch died before he could have any children. However, Cadmus and Ignotus did not. Of course, you heard that Ignotus had a son and he passed his Cloak of Invisibility to him. Well, Ignotus is the ancestor of the Potters. Yes, Harry, you are a direct descendent of Ignotus Peverell."

Harry's eyes widened. He could barely believe it. The tradition had kept on going all those years. From child to child. All the way down to him. "And what about Cadmus and his descendents?"

Xenophilius looked a little nervous. "Erm, well, C-Cadmus' descendents are all died off. Except...for one. The House of Gaunt is the last descending family. They are the descendents of Cadmus...and Salazar Slytherin. The last remaining descendent of Cadmus Peverell...is Tom Riddle, Jr. Better known as You-Know-Who."

"Blimey, Harry, you and You-Know-Who are cousins!" Ron exclaimed.

"Yeah," Harry replied glumly.

"And so, these are the Deathly Hallows." He found a quill and some ink and a spare piece of parchment. He drew a vertically straight line about an inch long. "The Elder Wand." He next drew a circle around the line. "The Resurrection Stone." He then drew a triangle around both the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone. "The Cloak of Invisibility. All three make the Deathly Hallows. All three will make one Master of Death."

All this information slammed Harry in the face and he was having a hard time trying to process it. Hermione looked at him. "Are you okay?" she asked him.

"I'll be alright, I guess," he nodded and gave her a half-smile. It didn't reach his eyes, Hermione noticed. He stood up and walked over to the pile of wands that he had put on the table. What he realized was that he had disarmed two other people in the Malfoy Manor as he had more than two wands on the table. He hadn't noticed it before because Dobby had died and he was too preoccupied with his little house-elf friend to notice. He saw two other wands in the pile. One was slender and straight and the other was slightly bendy. He picked both of them up and walked over to Mr. Ollivander. "Mr. Ollivander, could you tell me who's wands these belong to?"

Ollivander took the straight one and carefully examined it. "Ten inches. Hawthorn wood. Unicorn hair core. This wand belongs to Draco Malfoy." He took the other one and examined it as well. "Twelve and three-quarter inches. Walnut. Dragon heartstring core. I believe this wand belongs to Bellatrix Lestrange." Harry nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Ollivander." He had another question. "Erm, you talk about wands as if they have feelings..."

"Well, in a way they do. The wand chooses the wizard, Mr. Potter," he replied. It was the same statement he told Harry when he had first met him seven years before in his wandshop.

"There's one particular wand I want to know about. You know what it is. You told him where he could find it."

Ollivander froze and had a faraway look. "They tortured me. Very badly. He needed to find it."

"I believe he's found it, sir."

"Well, in that case, Mr. Potter, you really don't stand a chance."

"Then I guess I'll just have to find him before he kills me."

"Now what do we do, Harry?" Hermione asked that night as they lay on her bed in Luna's bed. Hermione had split the bed and made two twin beds at Luna's request when the Ravenclaw told her that she kicked in the night and wore shoes. It was a tight fit for both of them on Hermione's bed, but they made it work. Hermione had curled up in her best friend's arms with her head on his chest. Her left ear over his heart, listening to it beat. His right arm was around her, holding her to him. His left arm was supporting his head.

Luna was in Ron and Harry's room, obviously "talking" to Ron. Ron and Harry's room was Xenophilius' old study. Where he and Luna's mother would search for strange creatures such as Nargles and Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. "Please don't touch my notes," Xenophilius had told them when he gave them the room and conjured two cots.

"We need to find Hufflepuff's Cup," he replied sighing.

"I bet you anything that it's in Bellatrix Lestrange's vault."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because she was pretty furious that the sword was taken from her vault. When she was torturing me, she asked me what else I took from her vault. Like she was horrified that I did. She must have the Cup in there."

"It sounds like a good place to start," he suggested. "But...how are we going to get into Bellatrix Lestrange's vault?"

"Griphook. He can get us in."

"You're brilliant, you know that? I would've never thought of that," he complimented her, making her smile and blush.

"You're getting a little better. I think nine months with just me is rubbing off on you a little," she chuckled.

"I hope so. I could use a little bit of your brains in me."

"I could use a little bit of my brains in you, too," she replied and they both laughed.

Once the laughter died down, the bedroom door opened and Luna stood there with a giant grin on her face and Harry's rucksack in her hand. "Hello, you two. Ronald and I have decided to explore new sexual desires. So, I will be sleeping in there. Harry, we've kicked you out. You can sleep here with Hermione." Both Harry and Hermione blushed at Luna's last sentence. She put Harry's rucksack on the ground by the bed. Then, she grabbed a nightgown from one of her drawers. "I won't be needing this but I need something to wear tomorrow to breakfast. Anyway, goodnight!" She closed the door and went back into the office.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Oh, you have to love her," the latter said.

Harry woke up the next morning still holding onto Hermione. He smiled as he looked down at her beautiful, sleeping face. It wasn't the first time they had slept in the same bed together. They shared a bed a few times on their Horcrux hunt. Harry felt as if he could wake up like this every night for the rest of his life. And he wouldn't mind one bit. She began to stir and moan. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He stared into her brown orbs that sparkled. "'Morning," he greeted.

"'Morning." They smiled at each other and Hermione leaned her head back onto his chest and stared at him. "Guess we have to get up."

"Yeah. Come on."

Xenophilius was making breakfast. Eggs, toast, bacon, sausage. It seemed to Harry and Hermione that they were the last ones to arrive. They figured Ron and Luna were the first ones to arrive as Ron had the nose of a bloodhound and could smell food from ten miles away.

"'Morning," everyone greeted.

Harry noticed Ron and Luna could not stop smiling and decided to tease the redhead. "So, Ron, how did you sleep?"

"Oh, I slept well," he replied casually. Xenophilius' back was turned so Ron mouthed out, "It was fucking AMAZING!" Harry and Hermione laughed silently and Luna kissed Ron on the cheek. "How did you sleep, Harry?"

"I slept pretty good, actually," he responded with a blush. Hermione turned red as well.

After breakfast, Harry and Hermione told Ron and Luna their plan to break into Gringotts and ask Griphook to help them. They both seemed like they wanted to join in on the adventure, as well for the rest of the journey. Harry and Hermione agreed but said, "It's going to be dangerous."

"Excellent," Luna replied.

"Well, let's go talk to the goblin," Ron suggested and they did just that. They knocked on his bedroom door.

"Yes? Come in."

They opened the door and walked inside. "Excuse me, Griphook. I have some questions for you?"

"Alright," he said but rather reluctantly. Harry walked over to him and leaned against the wall where the window was. Hermione, Ron, and Luna stood at the door watching them. Harry noticed the sword of Gryffindor was leaning up against the wall next to him.

"Before you speak, boy, I need to ask a question. How did you get into the possession of the sword?" Griphook asked pointing at it.

Harry paused. Should he tell him? Should he not? Instead, he just replied, "It's complicated. Why did Bellatrix want to know if anyone had been in her vault? She seemed pretty stressed about it."

Griphook smirked and said, "It's complicated."

"So, you know what's in there, don't you? You know what we're trying to find?"

"Yes."

"I need your help. I need to break into Gringotts but I know I can't get in without you."

"What would you give me for it?"

"Gold. I have loads of it. You can take some out of my vault."

"I don't need gold. I'll get you in. But you give me that." He pointed with his bony finger to the object leaning against the wall. The thing that could destroy it. The Sword of Gryffindor. Harry sighed. He knew there were other methods of killing it. But the sword was the easiest they had. "Fine. You get us into Gringotts and Bellatrix's vault, the sword is yours."

Griphook nodded and smiled. "Done. Except...you're going to need Bellatrix Lestrange."

Harry thought it was hopeless. They would never get in. Bellatrix would kill them on the spot if they tried to kidnap her. But then, he had an idea. His head snapped up and he looked at Hermione. Yes, it could work.

"Done."

TBC...

Well, there's chapter one. Hope you liked!

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