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Still not much of the storyline...
Chapter Two
„Master Harry Potter should not be slacking off when it comes to his education," a little voice said as loudly as it could. "You know that Darien will have to punish himself if Master Dumbledore finds out that Master Harry Potter has not done his reading. I might not be allowed to take care of Master Harry Potter anymore, and then you would be all alone here in Master Harry Potters vault. Then you would have no choice but to do your reading Master Harry Potter, sir."
The squeaky voice obviously belonged to a house elf. A house elf that was jumping up and down at the moment, trying to get a small child to do what it said. Said child did not seem all that interested, an appearance upheld by the fact that it would simply turn around in his nest of blankets and try to hide under the covers. Grumbling, a head poked out under a dark grey comforter.
"I do nothing but reading and learning every day, Darien! Sometimes it feels as if I'm full of knowledge, so full that nothing fits into me anymore." Green eyes met large yellow ones. "I really don't think that not reading is going to hurt anyone, is it?"
Never the less, the boy slowly began to work himself out of the blankets that were piled upon him. He got up and walked to a magically erected bathing area that had been a gift for his seventh birthday, a few weeks prior. Albus Dumbledore had send it to him via the connective device that would provide most things that he needed while living in the Gringotts vault. After all, the Goblins work did not include caring for the Potter child; they only had to make sure he was safe.
After brushing his hair and clothing himself, Harry slowly wandered over to his working space. Actually it could also be called his living space, because in all honesty the boy rarely did anything else than learn. He had been given a house elf that had educated him in the basic things a child needed to know. He had learned to read, to write and to do easy kinds of calculation. All other things he had to learn by reading books or –sometimes- listening to them.
Despite his appearing reluctance to learn, the young boy really enjoyed reading, but his books of choice seldom were the kind of books the headmasters study schedule allowed him. He loved the old wizarding legends the most. There were many of them after all; for each old pureblood family there was at least one legend as to how they had come into their magical inheritance. Of course his instructor, Darien the house elf made sure he knew the factual history of those families too, when he saw him reading them.
"What are we learning today, Darien?" the boy called to his teacher while eating his breakfast. He always was given oatmeal, to help his body recuperating from the lack of sunlight. As far as Harry knew, the headmaster slipped him nutrition potions with it, for he had read that bland food –like oatmeal- was one of the best substances for mixing with them.
Darien was always bringing the books he had to study that day to him after he finished his bowl of oatmeal, but it seemed that today the house elf was otherwise occupied that day. He was neither answering him, nor was he in sight when Harry turned around to look for him.
He frowned. His teacher never took this long to get from the book chamber to his living quarters. Naturally curious the child decided to go searching for his instructor. He left the chamber he mainly lived in and walked into the main room, nearly falling over a goblin that was piling gold onto the constantly growing piles of gold.
"I'm sorry," he said bowing to the young and astonished looking goblin. "I didn't mean to walk into you." The wrinkled skinned adolescent – for that's what he looked like- only blinked up at him. It seemed nobody had told him that there was a human being living in these vaults.
"Right," Harry mumbled when he got no answer but the goblins recurring blink. "You did not by any chance see a house elf coming by, did you?" He looked expectantly down and still got no verbal answer. But at least the creature lifted his arm and signaled to the door on the right, so Harry decided to take that answer and leave, before the poor goblin would die of a heart attack.
He walked fast paced to the door and threw a polite "Thank you for your help!" over his shoulder right as he left the main hall. He heard the squeak of the vaults door not even a minute after as the goblin presumably left to send word to his chef, that there was a human child living in the Potter vault.
"What a strange fellow that was," said Harry to himself." I really did not think that I was that frightening." With a frown on his face he wandered off in search of his house elf.
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