I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does!
Dressed in new muggle clothes, Harry Potter and a joyful Albus decided to travel through the Knight bus, Dumbledore wanting to teach Harry other modes of transport and to also give the young boy a good early experience of the Magical world. They arrived at the leaky Cauldron, Dumbledore paid the fee of three sickles. A cheaply price given the distance between Hogwarts and Diagon Alley. Dumbledore thought about taking Harry to Hogsmeade, the boy should be happy in his youth, and from what he saw from Harry's memories, Harry hadn't had many happy experiences under the Dursley household.
They walked into the Leaky Cauldron, Harry noting how no muggles noticed the secret door leading into the establishment being opened, Least of all two people disappearing. Harry walked next to Dumbledore. Harry couldn't help but stare at some of the strange bunch of people in the room. Different styles and colors of robed people, Harry even thought he could see what appeared as a goblin. Passing by the nearly empty bar, Dumbledore stopped and saw a man in a purple turban,"Professor Quirrel?"
The man sitting on a chair in the bar, turned. A weasel of a man, who dressed just as his personality. "Headmaster?" He smiled. The man known as Quirrel walked over to Dumbledore, leaving his spot. They shook hands,"So what brings you here, Headmaster?"
Dumbledore whispered something into Qurrel's ear, immediately Quirrel's eyes lit up. Dumbledore softly grabbed Harry and with Quirrel they moved out of the bar, taking to a back door. Professor Quirrel opened up the door, allowing Dumbledore and Harry to pass. Quirrel quickly followed them, before leaving making sure they weren't being followed. The group came upon a stone brick wall.
"You see Harry, This is just one of the entrances to Diagon Alley. What you have to do to get in is," Dumbledore moved his wand forward. He tapped the tip on the sides and tops and bottoms of certain bricks. "When you do this, you have to channel some of your magic into the tip of your wand. The wand, like limb is best used as an extension of one's will."
The Bricks began to move, opening a person sized gap. "If you will" Dumbledore offered Quirrel and Harry to pass. They walked out, one by one, with Dumbledore walking out. He smiled sadly. "I'm afraid, Harry. I must go back to Hogwarts, but you should be put into great care, thanks to Professor Quirrel, I'll tell Hagrid to meet you for lunch," Dumbledore turned to face Professor Quirrel,"I'm quite sorry for such short notice, Quirinus. Harry came under my care yesterday and I knew you were on an expedition. Oh and Quirinus, here's Harry's account key." Dumbledore handed Quirrel a strange looking metallic key. With a wave to the duo, Dumbledore quickly disappeared. Apparation, Harry thought. Professor Quirrel smiled, his hand holding onto Harry's shoulder. "Do you have your list, Harry?" Professor Quirrel asked.
"Yeah," Harry searched his pocket and found the letter containing his supply list. He passed it to Quirrel.
"Magic and potions...The standard book of spells: grade 1...The dark forces: a guide to self-protection...A history of magic...A beginner's guide to transfiguration...Quite a long list you got, Harry."
"Yeah...So where do I get all of these?"
"Well...I guess you'd have to get money from Gringotts..."
Harry heard Dumbledore mention Gringotts before,"What's Gringotts?"
"Well...Gringotts is one of the most secure wizarding banks in the world. It is also here, in Diagon Alley," Professor Quirrel smiled down on Harry. "Let's go, Harry, I'll show you the way."
They were in an open street, shops lining the street like a buildings walls, the people-Wizards, Goblins, Dwarfs, and many more densely packed together doing business. Tourists, adventurers and the occasional Dwarf and half-giant. Harry Couldn't believe what he was seeing. "This is awesome, Professor!"
"Glad you love it, Harry! Diagon Alley is one of the biggest marketplaces for wizards and other-folk in London," Quirrel stated holding onto Harry as they squeezed through the enormous bunches of people. "We need to keep going straight, Gringotts is just ahead."
Harry passed a store that sold what appeared to be special quills and paper, a large sign overcast its building,"Quills and Ink." Another store ahead of it,"Muggle-warehouse: The best disguises!", apparently that store sold nothing but muggle clothing. Soon after, they passed another storefront,"Scrolls and Totems: Come into the Unkown," Harry smiled. From what he was seeing, getting his school supplies was going to be fun, and who knows, maybe if he has enough money he could buy more than his supplies. Harry and Professor Quirrel began to slow at a large and beautiful stone building. Written in what appeared to be gold and near the entrance to the bank:
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was not yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there
Harry frowned, what did that mean."what does that mean?" He pointed toward the poem.
"Harry, the poem is saying that there's more than gold and stuff in the bank. Like monsters."
"Monsters?"
"Yeah, one thing you never want to do at Gringotts is steal." They opened up the metal doors leading into Gringotts Wizard Bank. They were met by rows of Accounting Goblins, writing with quills on parchment paper, speaking to wizards. Harry tried not to stare at the intimidating goblins. They walked up to the front of the the bank, where a clerk goblin laid in wait. Professor Quirrel walked up front as to assure Harry that the goblins were nothing to be afraid of.
"Hello..." The Clerk said first.
"I'd like to make a withdrawal from Harry J. Potter's Vault."
The Goblin looked at Quirrel and then moved up on his seat to see over his desk. There he spotted the Young potter. "Does Mr. Potter have his Vault key?"
"Yes." Quirrel pulled out Harry's vault key. The goblin took it and inspected it, moving it high and low, turning it side to side.
"Griphook, take them to their vault."
A stern looking goblin stepped next to the desk, "Follow me."
They followed Griphook the goblin to a door behind the clerk's desk. They then got on a handcart. "Hold on to something," He urged. They gripped a metal handle on the cart. Griphook steadily began to pump the handcart lever, making the handcart move. For a moment they were drowned in darkness, except for a lantern that was kept on a hooked rod on the handcart. The rod itself looking particularly weak. They were in what appeared to be caves, sometimes passing what Harry could recognize as a large vault. However those were small and very few. The Handcart took a sudden dip, Harry feeling the air tighten and release, making him panic. He then could actually see where he was traveling. Lit by a few lanterns distance apart, they were riding next to metal vaults marked with different numbers. 214...235...267, Griphook toggled a lever next to the last vault, the cart track changing. Another moment then another dip:409...415...Griphook began to viciously pump handcart forward. The air tightened then simultaneously grow. Moments passed before another dip, the largest dip. Harry grabbed the handle on the handcart for dear life. Griphook suddenly stopped pumping the handcart forward, it was moving on gravitational force. The rush of the dip slowed. 619...669, The handcart was braked. They came to a glorious vault. On the vault's knob turner was several letters, letters that Harry couldn't make out. Griphook got the lantern and moved off the handcart, to vault 687. He got the vault key Quirrel had given him and slid it into a lock. He then turned the key, opening the vault door's lock with a click. Slowly the vault door slid open, rotating away from the entrance to the vault. Harry hoped he had enough for his school supplies.
Inside of the vault, Harry could see gold coins. Stacks and stacks of gold coins, followed by bundles of neatly stacked bronze and silver coins. Harry grinned. Was his parents rich? How could there be so much coin. Surely the Dursleys must not have known about these savings. "Professor Quirrel how much should I take?"
"Take a stack of galleons, a stack of knuts and a stack of sickles."
"Which are those?"
"Gold is galleons, Knuts bronze, and sickles silver."
Harry filled his pockets near their brim. "Harry, do you want me to enchant your pockets?" Professor Quirrel asked.
"Why?"
"I can expand the space in your pockets, make them more comfy."
"Yes please, Professor!"
Professor Quirrel moved his wand to Harry's pockets, whispered a charm and suddenly Harry had far more space than before. "Thanks, Professor!"
"You're welcome, Harry. Now, let's go get your supplies."
Griphook closed the vault, rolling the vault back into its place. He moved his hand, his fingers drawn in a circular motion. A click was heard. The vault was closed and locked. Griphook turned to the handcart, picked up the lantern, Harry and Professor Quirrel followed him to the handcart. They got onto the cart and immediately latched themselves onto the handle they hung to before. Griphook began to pump the handcart again, panic fluttered in both Quirrel's and Harry's heart. Silently they hoped for no more dips. Griphook grinned.