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The fact that Harry Reynolds was heir to two of the founders of Hogwarts, was, though he did not quite know it yet, a big deal, nor did he know that the Peverell family was, a prestigious and quite famed house. His vaults seemed to represent these facts, the first he visited was the Evans, as though he was not heir he was still a member of the house and hence still could enter it and take small amounts from it if approved prior or at the time. The Goblin who showed them around, Griphook, explained the process and structure of the ordering of the vaults, it was rather simple;
"When Gringotts first opened, it was not well trusted, for you Wizards," The small goblin scowled, "Did not trust us Goblins, the insulted us, our people, our customs, our language," Here the Doctor cut him off,
"I mean not to be rude but wish to know what language is your first language, as by what you are saying I believe it not to be English? Also is there some way of learning it," Luke asked,
Griphook looked up at him curiously, as if bewildered at the idea of a non-magical or a wizard learning the language, "Wizards call it Gobbledygook, but we take offence to that, as the correct definition of that is 'language that is meaningless or is made unintelligible by excessive use of technical terms', we call our language Glibeiko," Griphook's accent change for the word of their language, giving a small insight as to what he actually sounded like when not speaking a foreign tongue, Reynolds - the Doctor - nodded at this and gestured for Griphook to continue in his explanation of the vaults.
"See, we tried to make ourselves more of a part of society, but Wizards did not trust us, nor did centaurs, or pixies, or merpeople, they were not very accepting, however a few wizards decided to use our bank, the first being Merlin, then Morgana Le Fay, a couple others as well then soon the founders, Lords Godric Gryffindor & Salazar Slytherin, as well as Ladies Helena Hufflepuff & Rowena Ravenclaw, after these prestigious people from respected houses and joined, many followed suit, including Peverells, Ashtons - the ancestors of what is now known as Longbottoms, Blacks, and Gaunts. So, that is the simple order, first come first serve and best served, forever. Their vaults are the most protected of all.
The two Reynolds nodded at the explanations, as well as seeming a bit astonished at Harry's ancestors fame and how far his family tree seemed to go back. Now they had arrived at the Evans vault. It was numbered 2171, meaning it was relatively new, according to Griphook. The vault was quite small, it had neatly ordered bookshelves, and money neatly stacked up with a clear ordering system.
"What is the exchange from the gold ones to the pound coin?" Dr Reynolds asked Griphook,
"The Gold ones, or Galleons as they are called, are worth five pounds each, the silver coins are called sickles, and the bronze coins are knuts." the Goblin replied, causing the father and son's eyes to bulge, that was a lot of money.
Harry decided to not take anything from the vault, instead he just asked to see the other vaults, already choosing to take money from the Potter trust vault, for Hogwarts. He next saw the Peverell vault, which was similar to the Evans vault, but larger and more full, as well as there being more heirlooms and jewellery. He took just two books, about wizarding customs and laws. The Gryffindor and Slytherin Vault were both of a massive size, filled with galleons, and books, heirlooms, and more probably very expensive items, Harry took a book about the founders, Hogwarts, and history of his families and journals, From the Potter trust vault he took money, more than enough as he could, and would spend it on getting all the items required for Hogwarts and also spares for anything else he may need.
August 31st - A day before Harry goes to Hogwarts -
Harry was all packed, to the point where even Hedwig - his snowy white owl who he'd named after a formidable lady written about in Gryffindor's journal (which he'd taken from the vault) - had owl treats neatly tucked away in a pocket.
Though, obviously, extremely excited, there was a huge amount of trepidation involved with this journey. For one, it would be the first time since the coma that Harry had been without Luke Reynolds (or other doctors and nurses) for over twenty four hours, and also he was scared, that somebody would find out about the coma, or he would get injured and they wouldn't treat him properly.
Nerves. Just nerves.
Hogwarts would be amazing, - the only comfort Harry could think of as of right now - but amazing covers a lot. Magic, - what more do you need to say - its magic, as in wand waving, abracadabra magic. There were owls, owls, as pets, used as messengers - and Harry had one! There was a secret platform onto the 'Hogwarts Express' hidden in London, Platform 9 and 3/4s. Plus, for the next seven years, as long as he didn't get expelled, he would (for the most part) be living in a castle - one which according to his inheritance, he owned a decent portion of. A castle with moving staircases, magical portraits which moved and spoke, and thousands of secrets, hidden passages, forgotten-about rooms, a whole wing, according to some book (with albeit a slightly dodgy source) which was unused, and haunted by the ghost of Salazar Slytherin's son.
See, Hogwarts would be amazing.
Luke Reynolds, however was not quite sure about this. His son, who had just woken up from a coma, perhaps was not fit for such a massive leap, he would endure a lot of stress and excitement, and he was scared that - medically - he was not fit for this, but the professor had told them of the outstanding medi-witch, and the close ties to the best magical hospital in Britain.
However a lot of the doubts was not just the part where he was scared that Harry was not fit for this, though reluctant to openly admitting this he was sad about Harry going, though the small time that they had been together, merely a few months (though it had felt like much longer), the two had developed a great bond, father and son, and Luke would miss Harry, who had soon become an integral part of his life, one he would miss dearly.
But the opportunity outweighed the downsides, it was magic, and the doctor was sure, that if their positions were swapped around that he too would be desperate to go to Hogwarts - he would be mad not to be.
The Next Day...
"Alright Harry, well, be safe and take it easy, if I hear you are putting yourself in any sorts of danger, I will be marching over to the school and dragging you by the collar all the way home." Reynolds told him, though the words aggressive the tone warm and loving, full of care.
"Which you obviously won't be doing as I have had all the time wasted that I need already at the hospital," Quickly changing the topic, Harry continued, "As if you could catch me any way, old man." He teased,
"Rascal." Reynolds replied, before leaning down to hug the boy who had become his son so easily. "I'm going to miss you." He said shortly, Harry embraced his father back,
"I'm going to miss you too. However it is now 10:59," He anxiously said whilst glancing at his watch, "So I really have to go," Reynolds ruffled the former Potter's hair affectionately, and gently shoved him towards the train,
"Go learn magic!" Reynolds called after him incredulously, invoking a small smile from Harry as he disappeared into the train.
An/ That is all, sorry for shortness
