〃 He walked into the little kitchen； to the basin beneath a window overlooking the sea。 Dawn was breaking over the horizon； shell pink and faintly gold； as he washed； again following the train of thought that had e to him in the dark gardena133
Dobby would never be able to tell them who had sent him to the cellar； but Harry knew what he had seen。 A piercing blue eye had looked out of the mirror fragment； and then help had e。 iHelp will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it。i
Harry dried his hands； impervious to the beauty of the scene outside the window and to the murmuring of the others in the sitting room。 He looked out over the ocean and felt closer； this dawn； than ever before； closer to the heart of it all。
And still his scar prickled； and he knew that Voldemort was getting there too。 Harry understood and yet did not understand。 His instinct was telling him one thing； his brain quite another。 The Dumbledore in Harry's head smiled； surveying Harry over the tips of his fingers； pressed together as if in prayer。
iYou gave Ron the Deluminatora133You understood hima133You gave him a way backa133
And you understood Wormtail tooa133You knew there was a bit of regret there； somewherea133
And if you knew thema133What did you know about me； Dumbledore？
Am I meant to know but not to seek？ Did you know how hard I'd feel that？ Is that why you made it this difficult？ So I'd have time to work that out？i
Harry stood quite still； eyes glazed； watching the place where a bright gold ray of dazzling sun was rising over the horizon。 Then he looked down at his clean hands and was momentarily surprised to see the cloth he was holding in them。 He set it down and returned to the hall； and as he did so； he felt his scar pulse angrily； and then flashed across his mind； swift as the reflection of a dragonfly over water； the outline of a building he knew extremely well。
Bill and Fleur were standing at the foot of the stairs。
〃I need to speak to Griphook and Ollivander；〃 Harry said。
〃No；〃 said Fleur。 〃You will 'ave to wait； 'Arry。 Zey are both too tired …〃
〃I'm sorry；〃 he said without heat； 〃but it can't wait。 I need to talk to them now。 Privately … and separately。 It's urgent。〃
〃Harry； what the hell's going on？〃 asked Bill。 〃You turn up here with a dead house…elf and a half…conscious goblin； Hermione looks as though she's been tortured； and Ron's just refused to tell me anything …〃
〃We can't tell you what we're doing；〃 said Harry flatly。 〃You're in the Order； Bill； you know Dumbledore left us a mission。 We're not supposed to talk about it to anyone else。〃
Fleur made an impatient noise； but Bill did not look at her； he was staring at Harry。 His deeply scarred face was hard to read。 Finally； Bill said； 〃All right。 Who do you want to talk to first？〃
Harry hesitated。 He knew what hung on his decision。 There was hardly any time left； now was the moment to decide： Horcruxes or Hallows？
〃Griphook；〃 Harry said。 〃I'll speak to Griphook first。〃
His heart was racing as if he had been sprinting and had just cleared an enormous obstacle。
〃Up here； then；〃 said Bill； leading the way。
Harry had walked up several steps before stopping and looking back。
〃I need you two as well！〃 he called to Ron and Hermione； who had been skulking； half concealed； in the doorway of the sitting room。
They both moved into the light； looking oddly relieved。
〃How are you？〃 Harry asked Hermione。 〃You were amazing … ing up with that story when she was hurting you like that …〃
Hermione gave a weak smile as Ron gave her a one…armed squeeze。
〃What are we doing now； Harry？〃 he asked。
〃You'll see。 e on。〃
Harry； Ron； and Hermione followed Bill up the steep stairs onto a small landing。 Three doors led off it。
〃In here；〃 said Bill； opening the door into his and Fleur's room； it too had a view of the sea； now flecked with gold in the sunrise。 Harry moved to the window； turned his back on the spectacular view； and waited； his arms folded； his scar prickling。 Hermione took the chair beside the dressing table； Ron sat on the arm。
Bill reappeared； carrying the little goblin； whom he set down carefully upon the bed。 Griphook grunted thanks； and Bill left； closing the door upon them all。
〃I'm sorry to take you out of bed；〃 said Harry。 〃How are your legs？〃
〃Painful；〃 replied the goblin。 〃But mending。〃
He was still clutching the sword of Gryffindor； and wore a strange look： half truculent； half intrigued。 Harry noted the goblin's sallow skin； his long thin fingers； his black eyes。 Fleur had removed his shoes： His long feet were dirty。 He was larger than a house…elf； but not by much。 His domed head was much bigger than a human's。
〃You probably don't remember …〃 Harry began。
〃a151that I was the goblin who showed you to your vault； the first time you ever visited Gringotts？〃 said Griphook。 〃I remember； Harry Potter。 Even amongst goblins； you are very famous。〃
Harry and the goblin looked at each other； sizing each other up。 Harry's scar was still prickling。 He wanted to get through this interview with Griphook quickly； and at the same time was afraid of making a false move。 While he tried to decide on the best way to approach his request； the goblin broke the silence。
〃You buried the elf；〃 he said； sounding unexpectedly rancorous。 〃I watched you from the window of the bedroom next door。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Harry。
Griphook looked at him out of the corners of his slanting black eyes。
〃You are an unusual wizard； Harry Potter。〃
〃In what way？〃 asked Harry； rubbing his scar absently。
〃You dug the grave。〃
〃So？〃
Griphook did not answer。 Harry rather thought he was being sneered at for acting like a Muggle； but it did not matter to him whether Griphook approved of Dobby's grave or not。 He gathered himself for the attack。
〃Griphook； I need to ask …〃
〃You also rescued a goblin。〃
〃What？〃
〃You brought me here。 Saved me。〃
〃Well； I take it you're not sorry？〃 said Harry a little impatiently。
〃No； Harry Potter；〃 said Griphook； and with one finger he twisted the thin black beard upon his chin； 〃but you are a very odd wizard。〃
〃Right；〃 said Harry。 〃Well； I need some help； Griphook； and you can give it to me。〃
The goblin made no sign of encouragement； but continued to frown at Harry as though he had never seen anything like him。
〃I need to break into a Gringotts vault。〃
Harry had not meant to say it so badly： the words were forced from him as pain shot through his lightning scar and he saw； again； the outline of Hogwarts。 He closed his mind firmly。 He needed to deal with Griphook first。 Ron and Hermione were staring at Harry as though he had gone mad。
〃Harry …〃 said Hermione； but she was cut off by Griphook。
〃Break into a Gringotts vault？〃 repeated the goblin； wincing a little as he shifted his position upon the bed。 〃It is impossible。〃
〃No； it isn't；〃 Ron contradicted him。 〃It's been done。〃
〃Yeah；〃 said Harry。 〃The same day I first met you； Griphook。 My birthday； seven years ago。〃
〃The vault in question was empty at the time；〃 snapped the goblin； and Harry understood that even though Griphook had let Gringotts； he was offended at the idea of its defenses being breached。 〃Its protection was minimal。〃
〃Well； the vault we need to get into isn't empty； and I'm