A/N: Umm. Yes. A drabble. I was thinking of this being part of a much larger fic, but decided against it for now. Partly because i'm not sure I can be bothered to write one right now and partly because i'm not sure how it'd fit in. Anyway. Yes. A drabble.
Bank.
Griphook walked past the vault without realising it was open. He was nearly at the next one when something connected in his brain and he doubled back.
"Mr Potter?" He stared, as a familiar dark lord slayer was sat amongst his gold. "How did you get in here?"
Harry, who was idly bouncing a tennis ball against the opposing wall from his position slouched by his possessions, hardly looked up. "Broke in." He muttered, catching the ball with practised ease and throwing it again.
"That's supposed to be impossible, you know." Griphook glared, it wouldn't take a genius to work out he disapproved.
Harry shrugged. "Done it before." And he met Griphook's eyes for the briefest of moments before returning his attentions to the tennis ball.
They both watched the ball thump against the wall a few more times before Griphook spoke again. "And for what reasons have you decided to break in?"
Harry caught the ball once more and considered his answer. "Didn't want to be disturbed. And I know it's policy to not leave vaults unattended." He added, watching Griphook carefully.
Griphook sighed. "So you broke in for a bit of peace and quiet?"
Harry nodded. "And there's nothing like an elaborately guarded bank to provide that for you."
Griphook steadied himself, fighting against every natural urge in his body not to run and report this straight away. He turned to the boy. "You have five minutes."
Harry grinned.