Disclaimer: I own nothing but the poem that is different to the cannon one that is in the Philosopher's Stone. 'Diversity Of A Goblin Poem Kutiepie1 11/11/2012' A/N: I used pages 56 & 57 of Harry Potter & The Philosopher's stone as a plot base because being introduced by Hagrid is essential in the way Harry Potter develops as a character and my main focus was my poem was the Goblins Door Engravement.
'Welcome, ' said Hagrid, 'to Diagon Alley.'
He grinned at Harry's amazement. They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly back into a solid wall.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop; Cauldrons – All Sizes – Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver – Self-Stirring – Collapsible said a sign hanging over them. 'Yeah, you'll be needin' one,' Hagrid commented, 'but we gotta get yer money first.'
Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, 'Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad…'
A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign that read Eeylops Owl Emporium – Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown and Snowy. Several boys of about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. 'Look,' Harry heard one of them say, 'the new Nimbus Two Thousand – fastest ever –' There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon…
'Gringotts,' Hagrid announced.
They had reached a snowy – white building which towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold was
'Yeah, that's a goblin,' said Hagrid quietly as they walked up the white stone steps towards him. The goblin was about a head shorter than Harry. He had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:
You; Guest, Visitor or Stranger.
You thieves beware of Danger.
Try, but you'll never leave.
You think Goblin's are naïve.
Your thieving efforts are misconceived.
You've gone and done a terrible deed.
Gringotts Security, is not an issue.
Your family shall not miss you.
'Like I said, yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it,' said Hagrid.