It all belongs to JK Rowling.
Front lobby at Gringotts Bank: Griphook's POV
It was about 6 pm, close to closing time, and I was beginning to get very anxious to get away from all these stuck up wizards who think they're better than us. We used magic long before they made their silly little wands. Then they had the nerve to put up laws banning us from ever using a wand!
This thought made me chuckle, just as another wizard came up to my station.
"What are you laughing at goblin," she said.
"Nothing ma'am," I replied, a fake smile plastered on my face, "If you will hand me your key, I will take you to your vault."
"Very well," she replied and handed over her key, being very careful not to touch my long fingers in the process.
"If you will follow me," I said, walking away.
When we returned, it was finally closing time. All the other goblins ushered the wizards out the door, much to the wizards' displeasure, and locked the doors.
"All right you lot," Director Ragnok said, "put away all your gold and I will see you again tomorrow."
Just then a loud 'pop' echoed around the lobby, as the body of a young child apparated in the middle of the floor.
"Move aside!" commanded the Director. "Let me through!"
When he reached the body, he gasped loudly, and turned sharply to me. "Griphook," he said, "Go and get the best goblin medics there are, this child I very close to death.
I immediately began running down the hall, as I did not want the child to die. You see, goblins, though it may at first seem like we don't have a heart, care deeply for children. No child, be it goblin kind, muggle, or wizard, deserves to die.
Finally I reached to medical ward. "Child… In the lobby…. Severely injured…. Close to death... Hurry." I wheezed out, in between deep breaths. Almost immediately after I said 'child', the medics began to hurriedly gather supplies, and when I said that the child was close to death, the hurried even faster.
Soon, four other Goblins and I were once again running towards the lobby.
As soon as we got there, the medics began to treat the Child's injuries. The one inspecting the child, his face got redder and redder. Finally he pointed his finger right at the middle of the kid's chest and muttered a short incantation, and made his shirt disappear. As soon as this happened, several goblins gasped, and quite a few feinted at the sight. Each and every one of his ribs showed through his pale and malnourished skin. Not only that, but he was covered in several scars that looked to be from burns, beatings, and whippings. Some even looked to be fairly old, making it seem as though this has been happening over a long period of time. This child had been severely beaten.
The medics soon had the boy stable, and they transferred him to the medical ward, where they began a more precise examination, only to have two more of the goblins feint. I almost did too, when the results showed up; I saw the true extent of the damage done to him.
Medical Examination Result for: unknown
Fractured ulna, two places: recent.
Fractured clavicle, multiple: recent.
Spinal fracture: recent.
Frontal cranium fracture: recent.
Jawbone, fracture: past; wrongly healed.
Patella/knee cap dislocated: past; wrongly healed.
Left foot phalanx, shattered: past; wrongly healed.
Numerous traumas to organs, past and recent, none fully healed.
Results complete for: Unknown. Status: Urgent.
As soon as I finished reading the child's results, I felt bile rise in my throat. Whatever this child had gone through, it had left terrible scars and injury to his body. I can only imagine what it did to him emotionally.
HARRY POV
This bed is so soft, I thought, curling deeper into the huge, warm, covers on top of me. Wait, I thought. , straightening my body out. My cot isn't soft. My blanket isn't warm. I'm not in the cupboard. If not, then where am I?! At that thought, I sat up, with much pain, and looked wildly around the room.
I was in a big blue room, with a dark wardrobe, desk, bed, and nightstands. The blankets on the bed were made of big, fluffy, warm fur, from some kind of animal.
This was definitely, not my room.
Then I looked to the left of the bed, and jumped when I saw some creature sitting on a chair, watching me.
"Wh—who are y-you?" I asked tentatively.
"My name is Sharpclaw, young child." It replied.
"Wh—Why am I here?" I asked.
"I do not know. You apparated into the middle of the lobby, beaten and close to death," Sharpclaw said.
Suddenly, images of my earlier beatings flew through my mind, and I immediately checked my body for any injuries, only to be socked at finding none. Even the previous injuries, the ones not caused by Dudley and hid friends, were completely healed, with only white scars to show that they had been there at all.
My actions caused Sharpclaw to chuckle quietly, making me look up at the creature. "We had our bet medics heal all of your injuries as soon as you appeared. Free of charge."
"Thank you. But, um, Mr. Sharpclaw," I started.
"Just Sharpclaw, if you don't mind," he interrupted.
"Okay. Um, Sharpclaw, if you don't mind my asking, err, what are you?" I said, as he did not look human at all. More like a monster from a fairy tale.
"I am a goblin, a goblin of Gringotts. Gringotts is the building in which we are sitting right now, before you ask."
"Okay. But are there more like you?" I asked again.
"Yes. There is a whole nation residing in the tunnels beneath us," he said, with what I think was a smile. He had too many sharp teeth to be able to know for sure.
"Okay," I said, before I became fearful. "Am I going to have to go home?" I asked, visibly shaking.
"Did your family beat you?" Sharpclaw asked in a small voice.
I didn't know how to answer. If I told him the truth, and he sent me back to my relatives' house, then I would be beaten twice as hard as I would have been just for being late coming home from school. I could ell I was late, as I had slept for a long time. But if they cared enough to heal me, and give me a bed, then they couldn't be that terrible.
Without looking him in the eye, I said in a barely audible voice, "yes."
This made Sharpclaw angry, I could see it in his eyes, and I instinctively flinched away. His expression immediately softened. "I will not harm you, child. No one here will ever hurt you."
This made me feel better, though I don't know why. I believe it was something in his tone of voice, I had never heard anything like it. People only looked at me with disgust, and anger, I suppose I didn't know much else.
"Now," Sharpclaw said. "We need to go to the Director's office, as he wishes to speak with you."
With that, Sharpclaw stood up, helped me off the bed, and we were on our way.
