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Chapter 2: Gringotts

After miraculously landed on his feet, or at least that's what he thought, Harry looked around and saw a goblin headed his way. As the magical being (never call a goblin a creature, after all why do you think the Weasley family is so poor?) got closer he realized that he recognized this particular goblin.

"Hello Griphook, how are you doing this morning?" Harry asked politely. Griphook looked momentarily surprised before covering it up so well Harry almost thought that he had imagined the whole thing. "I am doing well Mr. Potter, and yourself?" Harry grinned with a certain look of mischief in his eyes, "I'm doing just fine. Do you know who all is coming to the will reading?" Griphook's returning smirk had the exact same undertone to it "Indeed Mr. Potter, we here at Gringotts keep track of more than just gold, but also the flow of it." He chuckled. As they entered a room with a large table going down the middle, there was the distinct sound of a decent sized group of people falling on the floor.

Harry, as prearranged with the goblins, cast a glamor charm over himself and took his seat. As the approaching group came closer to the room the voice of Dumbledore could be heard saying, "I told you we are the ones protecting Mr. Potter and as such have his full faith to be here as his representatives. Now why don't we just get this silly little thing over with, after all the will has been followed to the letter, and what hasn't has been at the bequest of young Mr. Potter." As Dumbledore, the Weasley's (minus the twins, Bill, and Charley), Mad-Eye, Hermione, and a few other people that Harry didn't recognize walked into the room.

"Sit down. Now" growled another goblin. "I am Ironhide, the manager for the Potter vaults here at Gringotts". Everyone sat down after hearing that especially from a goblin that looked as if it had been in a few of those goblin wars that Professor Binns always droned on and on about. As everyone sat down Ron said in a stuck-up voice that at Hogwarts would have had Harry looking everywhere for Draco Malfoy, "Who exactly are you, ya little wanna be loser?". Everyone looked over and upon noticing a strange boy Dumbledore with twinkling eyes said "My dear child you seem to be in the wrong room, this is the room for the reading of the Potter's will."

"I know" the strange child replied. "Well you must simply leave and find your parents child." Molly simpered, while still managing to pull off an 'I-better-than-you' tone, "After all they must be worried sick about you". "They're dead" the boy said in a flat voice, "Plus according to the letter I received I'm supposed to be here".

"That's quite enough of that" growled out Ironhide, just as Dumbledore seemed to be gearing up to start an inquisition on the boy and who his family was to the late Potters. "After all time is money, and you are starting to waste my time". The last part was said with a glare toward Dumbledore and his lackeys.

"Very well we may begin" Dumbledore stated with a combination of his grandfatherly persona and that of a wealthy noble or king humoring his subjects. With a last glare Ironhide pulled out a scroll that no one had noticed yet.