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Harry sat in the cart with Hagrid, the walls blurring around them as the goblin drove them faster down the tracks. Hagrid looked a little green. The cart screeched to a halt and they were jerked backwards. Hagrid glanced at him, giving a green smile, his face, however, showing his disgust and discomfort. Harry gave a slight smile back and then when the goblin barked,
"Key.'' Harry got out and handed him the key. The goblin ran a finger down the center of the huge stone doors and there was the faintest slash of light and then the doors creaked open with a groan. He gaped as his eyes were met with mountains of gold, silver and bronze. My trust vault! How much is that?! He thought, eyes wide. Then, he snapped his jaw shut and turned to the goblin.
"What are the gold and silver coins? And what is the exchange rate?" There was a curious gleam to the goblin's eye now, he saw.
"The gold is a gallon. The silver is a stickle. The bronze is a knut. There are 17 sickles to a gallon. 29 knuts to a sickle. Gallon to pound rate is five pounds to a gallon.'' Harry nearly gaped again. I-I'm rich! Richer than the Dursleys! He wanted to laugh, but settled for nodding and taking a pouch that seemed to be made of some sort of skin that the goblin handed him. Taking handfuls of the cold metals, Harry filled the bag up, mostly gold and silver but he did put in a fair amount of bronze coins. Once that was finished, Harry stepped back and the door shut with a low but even deeper groan.
"C'me on, 'arry." Hagrid said, looking nervous. The goblin was already in the cart again. He nodded again, lugging the almost heavy sack with him into the cart. The goblin started the cart immediately. As much as Harry didn't want to but his curiosity got the better of him, he opened his mouth and yelled,
"Do the Potters have another vault?" The creature turned back to him, as dangerous as that was with him driving, and then shook its head yes before getting the cart into a new lane of tracks, going left. Harry and Hagrid gulped as they were tossed around. He was nearly crushed as Hagrid was tossed about the cart. They once again jerked to a stand still. Harry took a few breaths to calm himself before looking up. A stone crest was carved into the doors: a bird with long tail feathers was spewing fire over a slender looking wolf – no fox! Harry recognized it as a fox between a pair of wolves. The wolves had strange symbols, one looked like a sun and the other, a moon. Harry stared at it for a few more seconds before the goblin said,
''I will need your blood.'' Hagrid protested, but both goblin and boy ignored him. Harry accepted, a bit wearily and gave the goblin his hand. A sting on his palm and blood dripped onto the stone as the goblin flicked his hand in a confusing manner, nearly pulling him to the ground. Harry clutched his hand as the small creature released it but stopped and gasped when his blood made the stone glow and writhe, then finally open as they heard a pair of wolf howls, a bird's beautiful song and the shrill cry of a dog like creature. Harry shivered to the marrow of his bones as he felt the magic washed over him, testing him. Then, the door opened even slower than his trust vault had. There was a feeling of paranoia, like he couldn't trust anyone in the bank and Harry turned to the goblin. Harry asked,
"Excuse me. How long do you think it will take to get Hagrid to his destination?" The goblin spoke swiftly, but looked oddly shaken up.
"Quite a while from this vault. Why do you ask?" Harry hmmed, then replied.
"Hagrid. Go on to your vault. Do what ever you need to." Hagrid began to protest, but Harry was already facing the goblin. "The vault will stay open if you leave?" The goblin nodded, eyeing him again curiously.
"Will it to stay open and it will." Then, he hopped back into the cart despite Hagrid's complains and yelps and took off, wizzing away. Harry snorted at the expression on Hagrid's face as he was taken away down the stone halls, but winced and wondered if he'd get punished by anyone for that later. After, he went back to the vault and slowly stepped in the cold stone room. It was piled high with gold and silver, glittering jewels perched on shelves and chests lay scattered on the floor. Power rippled through the room. Harry gulped as he peered into the high-ceilinged vault and then moved in. He studied the place before large bookshelves caught his eye and he embrasingly half ran to it, his eyes running over the old, worn leather. Content for the moment, Harry frowned at the condition the books were in. There was magic around the books to keep them from rotting or falling apart, it seemed but the book bindings themselves were very old. Well, Harry thought happily, now I'm glad I'm a book binder! Humming happily, he looked at the titles. Dark and Light Wizards by Arthur Ravenclaw-Potter. Jinxes, Hexes, and Curses for Gray Wizards by Thoma Potter. Dryad Spells for Wizards by Alatria Black-Potter. Potions and Practicals by Dacre Slytherin-Potter. Religion and Rituals of the Old World by Dean Potter. Light Spells for Aurors by Lauhren Ravenclaw-Potter. History of the Wizarding World by Mayford Gryffindor-Potter. Wandlore and Wandcrafting by Yuki Aki Potter. Harry gasped when he saw all these books were written by his ancestors. Humming harder, he stood and investigated a few trunks. One had more books. Another had silver and gold jewelry. Then, thin, short sticks which he presumed were wands. But he wandered in even farther and was met with a large table. On it were two letters with his name written on them. Hurrying over, he stood still as he read the names of who the letters were from. 'James Potter' was scrawled in thin and slightly jagged calligraphy. The other had 'Lily Potter' in thin and loopy letters, beautiful and also calligraphy. White with shock, Harry stumbled into a chair covered in dust and then slowly opened his father's letter.
My Prongslet, this is my final will,
I am sorry if I cannot be there with you. My son, you are in danger. A man named Lord Voldemort is after us because of a prophecy and we went under a Fidelius Charm to protect ourselves and you. Under the Fidelius Charm, people may say it was Sirius Black who was our Secret Keeper. Trust me, it's not. It's Peter Petigrew, one of my good friends. You, Harry, are prophecized to defeat the Dark Lord. But trust no-one. Many will try to kill you even if they are children because their parents were probably put in Askaban during the war. Go to Olivanders and tell him that you are asking for the favor to be taken. He'll understand. Your mother and I, we have ordered for others to take care of you if we have fallen, in this order:
Minerva McGonagall
Amelia Bones
Sirius Black
Remus Lupin
Alastor Moody
Harry, you should be in good company if you are staying with any of these people. Now, on to a less serious matter. Marauders. It refers to a group of intelligent, dastardly and good-looking men! Me, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Peter Petigrew. We had a map that allows us to see anyone, anywhere in the castle. But it doesn't show other things, like house elves, magical creatures, etc. We Marauders were a bunch of Gryffindor 'womanizers' as Lily called us in sixth year, but we didn't! The woman just doesn't get it! The girls followed us! (Although Sirius might've followed a few Hufflepuffs to their common room from the Great Hall.)