~AN- Typical Disclaimer. I don't own Harry Potter; Sometimes I wish It was real but I don't own it. Good Day

Chapter Two- Goblins and Gringots

A few goblins gasped as Griphook reappeared at Gringots with the rather still form of Helena Potter in his arms he seemed to murmurer quietly to the young girl for a long time as though trying to keep her awake then looked around almost helplessly. Only to then very quickly hurry off to the side still carrying the girl. Murmured, worried whispers filled the still and quiet. They had sent him for her during the time that Gringots was closed for lunch so that no one other than the goblins would be in and were immediately very glad of that decision. Though this couldn't be the girl though could it? She was all skin and bones and so pale, and were those Bruises on the poor girls body? What had happened?

Griphook was frantic in yelling to the cook goblins and the healing goblins on his way to their Master Roganoke's office to hurry and help him. The girl was obviously malnourished and sickeningly close to death. Griphook's eyes were wide and frantic terrified all of his paternal instincts screaming in anger and fear that this child would die in his arms. This girl had become his charge, he had promised her everything would be okay, at least now she would never return to those awful munduns. A messenger was quickly sent ahead and soon he had alerted their Master.

When Griphook reached The Master Goblins office he looked near helplessly at Roganoke and gently set the girl on a cot that was hovering there with the healers now fluttering around her. Griphook was visibly upset and worried and kept gently rubbing her head keeping the little girl calm. The healers recognized this and let him remain at the head of the cot giving her a few blood replenishing potions and also mending broken bones and cuts whispering angrily amongst themselves about the treatment of this girl. To the goblin kind hurting a child was of the gravest offence as children were uncommon to them with their long life spans.

"Griphook, can you explain all this to me? The messenger explained little and now I can see things are much worse than we thought after getting her response." Master Roganoke asked watching the poor little one on the cot. His eyes narrowed at the extent of damage his healers were having to fix and the pure fear he felt radiating from her. If it weren't for Griphook's magic, he could tell the healers wouldn't have been able to do anything as she would have been thrashing and trying to get away but her magic recognized Griphook's magic as safe and knew that he would protect her. It was these types of things he was grateful for when it came to orphan children. Once they found someone they knew was safe that person could calm them and help them through many of the transitions from the mundane world to that of the magical one.

~Griphook's POV~

I shook my head not really comprehending what was going on as I gently soothed the poor girl. My magic was the first friendly magic she had felt so my touch soothed her.

"I found her out in a garden shed Master, Locked in. she looked so frail and was obviously terrified. I soothed her as best as I could despite my anger towards her Relatives. There were fresh signs of abuse and when I noticed how weak she was I knew she would need food and healers immediately Master. How someone can treat Family this way… I don't understand it sir." I spoke slowly having heard our masters question wanting to cradle the small girl close again but knowing that I cannot.

"I think we should call the Lycan, he is her only magical family left. If he adopts her. Maybe she then can be safe with the downworlders. Everyone knows how protective they are of children. She's supposed to be ten but looks as though she is maybe five." I spoke again without prompting hoping I wouldn't be punished for it though it looked like our master was feeling the same way as I was. My instincts to protect younglings were showing through.

"I think that is a sound idea Griphook. I will have Remus called and I will also test for a loyalty potion just in case. Dumbledore said she was safe. Obviously we know now she was not safe. Everyone knows that Blood wards created by love are only activated by love. She was clearly not loved." Our master stated. I looked at Master Roganoke with a look akin to amazement and true loyalty and he just smiled a toothless Smile and shook his head.

Slowly I noticed that the healers had left and she was waking up. I waited patiently and was greeted by a soft smile and a sudden hug. I really do love hugs though I never told anyone and I relaxed hugging the smaller girl back softly giving a gentle smile as two quiet words reached my pointed ears.

Thank you.

~AN: I am debating on giving little Helena a Creature inheritance from an old story I was working on or one known So Poll Time! Vela, Angel, one of my making, Lycanthrope, or Vampire? Really do want your opinions. Thank you! ~