Chapter 218 - Interrogation Room #13 (1/2)
Back in the conference room, Rowan had somehow managed to remove the plague doctor costume and put it away, before collapsing onto the carpeted floor. Her body shook from the death surge of the six hundred-year-old, Nicholas Flamel and his wife, Perenelle Flamel.
Under any other ordinary circumstances, perhaps, it wouldn't have been a problem. But given the fact that her body had only managed to barely digest the power from the second Horcrux, her body wasn't able to expand and rebuild nowhere near fast enough. Her body was actively breaking under the powers clashing.
Wet, metallic liquid began to pour from her nose as Rowan somehow tried to breathe and not choke on the blood welling up from her lungs. Squeezing her eyes shut, a tear fell out of her at the shaking of her body. To faint to be heard, she whispered, ”Sorry, I didn't mean to kill you both. But I couldn't let him have the stone.”
It had been so very easy, really; she'd waited until the last minute before apparating inside. Holding her breath, she had searched rapidly for the package, before pouring basilisk venom and watching it burst into pieces. But still, this was the first time, she'd ever killed not just one but two innocent bystanders.
Rowan's conscious began to fade away under the bone-breaking pain as she heard voices in the distance. ”I need to check in on our honorable patrons,” the voice of a goblin could be heard saying, belonging to that of Ragnok.
The guards grumble something and finally let him in as the young goblin says, ”And how-.” Ragnok chokes at seeing the pale young girl withering and bleeding out on the floor.
”Get the healers!” Ragnok screamed as everything went fully black in Rowan's eyes. At last, she could rest now, where her last thoughts as she felt long thin fingers gently clamp around her and carry her away. Who knew that goblins were that strong?
*
The auction was an incredible success as Grok Gringotts greeted guests, before having an aide rush up to him. Smiling, Grok excuses himself, ”I have a small accounting issue to take care of.” The guests murmur their thanks and goodbyes as a blond reporter dives around getting exclusives as on many guests as she possibly can. For Rita Skeeter knew it was going to be a good day for her tomorrow!
Rushing into the hall, Grok snaps at his pale-faced aide. ”What do you mean, someone tried to break into vault #713?”
”The guards were called down by an alarm,” the aide nervously replied. ”They found two dead goblins and four unconscious intruders trapped inside the vault. They are being interrogated as we speak.”
Grok eyes narrow into dangerous slits. ”And the package found inside the vault?”
”It was found to be destroyed,” the aide lamely said, while a spew of goblin curses emerged from Grok Gringotts mouth.
Suddenly, another pale-faced aide with green livery rushed forward as Grok snapped, ”And what now?”
”Sir, the honorable patron was attacked, sir,” the second aid said causing Grok to turn almost violet as if about to explode.
”What do you mean, she was attacked?” Grok roared so loudly that his voice echoed all the way down the hall and could almost be heard all way down in the auction hall.
”We don't know, sir,” the aid in green livery limply said. ”All we know is that Ragnok went to check up on her as it is rather late, and it is time for her bed. But he found her convulsing on the floor as blood poured out of her mouth and nose.”
”Where is she?” Grok asked as he stomped in the direction of the conference hall.
”The healers said, it must be a new type of curse or poison as her body is on the verge of breaking down,” the second aide confessed as the first aid ran alongside them. ”She's been rushed to Mungo's for emergency treatment.”
”I want two of my personal guards posted near her at all times,” Grok roared. ”And assign Ragnok to her as well he seems to be the only with brains in this entire bank!”