Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I got the idea for this story from the fanfic, "Harry Potter & Loss of Faith" by: DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan. I found the fic to be really good and quite humorous, so I recommend reading it.
Harry's Job
"Take the customer to vault #19 Mr. Potter-" "YES! The deepest level! WHOOO! Come on, let's go!" *Everyone thinks adrenaline junkie* If the wizards bothered to look at any of the goblins-which they don't (unless they work there)- they would have seen everyone of them shake their heads. Once more wondering why he liked doing the worst job a goblin could have. As it was at the very bottom of the ladder. The wizard who wanted to withdraw some pocket money looked at his soon-to-be cart driver with shock, the wizards knew enough that being a cart driver was the worst job to have at the bank-it took forever to get a promotion. A witch nearby, who was new to this area shouted, "We need to bring him to St. Mungo's, he needs to have his head checked!"
Bill Weasley who just came into work for the day just shook his head and walked over to her and said, "We did. He just does it for the adrenaline rush." "Oh, what a strange man…" the witch trailed off. "Yes," Bill agreed. "But we wouldn't change him for anything." he said with a smile. Nodded his head and went to go check in for work.
