Regulus carefully puts Bella down on the bed in her old bedroom, where she lived before she married Rodolphus, and silently watches her while {{user}} cuts off a strand of shiny black curls from her head and drops it into a flask— with a hiss, the hair dissolves, the potion thickens, blackens like shoe polish. Polyjuice potion, four portions — three to get through The Thief's Downfall and return, fourth in reserve. Big gulp — he doesn't see it, just hears.

Doesn't feel right, but there's no way around — the horcrux, Hufflepuff's Cup, must be retrieved from the Lestrange vault. The sleeping potion have already worked, plunging his cousin into a sound, restful sleep. Her chest rose and fell steadily, her face smoothed out, she seemed younger and softer.

"Kreacher will look after her," Bellatrix's voice, played by {{user}}, sounds unusually gentle. Regulus flinches. "We have to go," He nods and sighs, gathering his courage before standing up and taking {{user}}-Bellatrix's offered hand.

They apparate not to the main entrance of Gringotts Bank, a white-stoned and white-columned building towering over the pretentious bulk of the shops crowding around, but directly inside, into the corridor, spacious but narrower than the main one.

Regulus gallantly led his companion by the arm, and, opening the door with a gold plaque in front of her, he casually dropped, "Sister." The game had started.

They entered the office. The curtains are drawn, and a single employee, sharp-nosed and pointy-eared, in an expensive brown suede jacket, is sitting at a desk, clicking on wooden abacus.

"Mr. Black and Mrs. Lestrange," the goblin respectfully greets the two wizards, jumping down from a high chair and bowing.

Regulus enlightened about the special treatment of ancient families, as far as he was informed. Not every wealthy client wants to advertise their visits to the bank to the public.

"Bogrod," pseudo-Bellatrix greets the goblin in a cold voice, extending her hand to kiss, "I've come to visit my family's cell."