Another loud shriek pierced through the air, Draco felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. This dragon, down here in the depths of Gringotts had never been here on previous trips to the vaults. It was something new, something placed here recently. Probably to guard Voldemort's soul. But why did it look so much like Draco? There were no other dragons on earth that took the same shape as him, Hermione had done the research. 