A/N Sorry about yesterday I had some work and completely spaced so you guys get two chapters today. And no I don't own Harry Potter or the story.

CHAPTER FOUR

GOBLINS

Once they had left the Dursley's, Harry and Ginny walked down the street to find a quiet spot from which to Apparate. While doing so they walked by old Mrs. Figg's house on Wisteria Walk. Mrs. Figg was a squib, a person from a wizarding family with no magical talent. Even without magical abilities, she had done her part in the ultimate victory over Voldemort by keeping an eye on Harry during his youth on Privet Drive.

"Harry Potter! How good to see you!" she exclaimed with a big smile as she gave Harry a hug. "Albus would have been so proud to have seen you eliminate the Dark Lord. He always said you were going to be a special wizard some day."

"It is good to see you too Mrs. Figg. I didn't know if you were still going to be here now that Voldemort is gone and I no longer call Privet Drive home."

"Well, this has become my home, and living here is as good as anywhere else, I imagine. Please stop by now and then, will you Harry? I can treat you to a much more pleasant visit than when you were a child."

After a short chat, Harry and Ginny bade goodbye to Mrs. Figg and Apparated to the Burrow. They arrived together in the Weasley's back yard, and still holding hands they walked inside the house. The members of the family were gathered around the table, and Harry was glad to see they were back in time for dinner. After all, Mrs. Weasley was an excellent cook.

"Ginny, Harry, quick wash up and have a seat. You're just in time. Harry, dear, I've never seen you so thin. Didn't you eat anything all year? You definitely need some feeding up."

Harry grinned. It seemed Mrs. Weasley was always trying to put a little meat on his bones. This time he conceded that she had a point. Harry had not eaten very much the last several months, and he had dropped several pounds. He and Ginny cleaned up before returning to the table, which was already crowded with Mr. Weasley, Ginny's brothers George, Percy and Bill, and Bill's wife Fleur. Harry sat down next to Percy and commented that he was going to be the only Weasley at the Ministry now that his Dad was going to teach at Hogwarts this summer. Before Percy could answer, Mrs. Weasley brought Harry a big plate of sausages and potatoes and then shared the big news of the evening.

"Bill just told us he joined the Ministry today," she recounted with obvious pride. "So tonight is something of a celebration. Thanks to his experience at Gringotts, Minister Shacklebolt has named Bill to be the new head of the Goblin Liaison Office."

"That's all right, Bill!" said Harry between mouthfuls of food.

Bill laughed.

"I'm glad you think so, because my first assignment involves you, Harry. For one thing, the Goblins are not at all happy with you, Ron and Hermione for breaking into Gringotts last week. I don't think they mind that you took the cup from the Lestrange vault as much as the fact that you took their dragon. Those things are not inexpensive to come by. In fact, there has been talk about confiscating the contents of your vault as compensation."

"The Ministry has been insisting that your vault be left untouched, and I think we can talk our way out of the burglary part since you had help from Griphook and since it helped get rid of Voldemort."

"However, they are not going to be as easy to placate about that dragon of theirs you guys stole. I don't suppose you know where it is, do you?"

"We left it out in the wild somewhere," said Harry. "I have no idea where it might be now."

"Well, that's not so surprising. I imagine our brother Charlie might get a call to come in from Romania to try to catch it if it is ever spotted. The Ministry won't like a dragon on the loose where it could be spotted or cause harm to the Muggles. They still haven't recovered from all of the mess that was caused where they were raising a few dragons up in Scotland at that Loch Ness place."

Mr. Weasley grimaced. "That was a disaster, that one. We still get Muggles coming up there searching for the 'monster'."

Bill continued. "The Goblins won't want to have that dragon back anyway. Once it has been in the wild, they'd never get it back down into the vaults. They'll probably want to start raising a new dragon from an egg, though it wouldn't surprise me if they didn't already have a younger dragon in reserve in case anything happened to the main one. Goblins are nothing if not prepared."

"But what the Goblins are really upset about is that the Sword of Gryffindor is missing from their collection. They want to know how young Neville Longbottom stole it from them to use on Voldemort's snake."

"He didn't steal anything," protested Harry. "He pulled it out of the sorting hat."

"I know that, I was there to see him do it. But the Goblins always think the worst of Wizards, often with good reason, I might add. The bottom line is, they want the sword back. Do you think you can convince Neville to give it to them? I am going to Hogwarts to see Neville tomorrow morning, then I'm off to Gringotts to talk with the Goblins. Would you be willing to come along?"

Harry was starting to feel like he was a roving goodwill ambassador, but he agreed to go anyway. It would give him something to do until Ron and Hermione came back, and he was looking forward to seeing Neville anyway. Besides, running around yesterday was an enjoyable experience. Harry turned to Ginny and commented that Neville would enjoy seeing them tomorrow.

"Not so fast young lady, I need you here tomorrow. We're packing things up for the trip to Hogwarts, and I am going to need some help. Your father and Percy are going into the Ministry, Fleur is heading back to Shell Cottage, George is going back to the store at Diagon Alley, Ron is still in Australia and Harry and Bill are going to Gringotts. I am going to need some help."

"But Mom, I've never had a chance to see Gringotts. This sounds like a really interesting day."

"I'm sorry, but I need you here."

"Mom, you're just trying to keep us apart, like you did to us last summer!"

And with that, Ginny left the table and stormed off to her room.

Mrs. Weasley was shocked that Ginny would speak to her in such a manner. After she composed herself, she sat down next to Harry and talked to him softly.

"Harry, I trust you to treat Ginny well. Please understand that I am not trying to keep the two of you apart. I just need to have at least one of my children around right now, and Ginny is the only one not otherwise occupied."

Harry looked into Mrs. Weasley's moist eyes and knew he could never turn down a request she made, given all the things she had done for Harry through the years.

"I'll talk to her, Mrs. Weasley."

Harry excused himself from the table and went to Ginny's room. He knocked once and then entered, to find Ginny laying on her bed, crying. He sat down beside her and stroked her hair. He had not been here since his birthday last summer. That provided Harry with two vivid memories. The first was of Ginny giving Harry the birthday present of his life, a kiss full of the greatest passion he had ever experienced. The second was of Ron breaking in on them, then scolding Harry for snogging his sister. He much preferred the first memory to the second one.

"I don't think your Mom meant to try to keep us apart before. She is just trying to get over her grief about Fred, and she needs to have family around. I don't think she has brought herself to believe yet that the fight is over, and her family is now safe. Tomorrow, you will be the only family she has available."

"I know, I know. I shouldn't have yelled at her. But it was a LONG year, Harry. I gave up a whole year so you could help the rest of the wizarding world and get rid of Voldemort. I don't want us to be apart any more. I'm tired of making sacrifices for others. I want to do what's best for me, for us. Is that so wrong?"

"No, but we might as well get used to it. We'll have the whole summer together, but then you'll have another year at Hogwarts while I'll be off doing whatever I'm going to do next in life. Besides, I want to make certain I stay on your Mom's good side."

Ginny gave a quick laugh at this, then she gave Harry a short kiss.

"I don't think you have to worry about that. You've been on Mom's good side since the first time she met you. I should be the one who has to worry about falling out of her favor."

Harry again thought how lucky he was to have Ginny interested in him. But he was also serious about trying to keep in Mrs. Weasley's good graces.

"C'mon. Let's go downstairs and spend a nice evening with your family."

Harry and Ginny returned to the kitchen table. The rest of the conversation at the table came to an abrupt halt and all eyes turned to Ginny. She went to Mrs. Weasley and stared at her for a moment. Mrs. Weasley stared back. Then Ginny broke down and wrapped her arms around her mother.

"I'd be happy to help you with the packing tomorrow, Mom."

Mrs. Weasley blinked some tears out of her eyes and hugged Ginny back. Then, just as quickly, she pulled away and returned to the kitchen.

"That sounds great, Ginny. You two are just in time for dessert. I have a pile of apple tarts here."

With that, the tension in the room was broken and the evening turned into a typically happy gathering of the Weasley family. Percy and Mr. Weasley related stories from their day at the Ministry, where everything was in turmoil as they attempted to fix the policies put in by Voldemort and the Death Eaters in the last year. Bill told about the misunderstandings he is required to patch up between various wizards and goblins and how hopeless the job seems at times. George talked about some new products he was thinking of coming out with, though Harry thought he was probably holding back some details from his parents. Mrs. Weasley listened to and commented on everything. Ginny tossed in the occasional opinion, while Harry just sat back and enjoyed the normalcy of it all. Eventually, the others discreetly retired to their rooms, leaving Ginny and Harry alone to talk and enjoy each other late into the night before eventually heading off to sleep themselves.

The next morning, after another hearty breakfast from Mrs. Weasley, Bill and Harry went to Hogwarts in order to meet with Neville Longbottom. It was a bright and sunny morning, which made for a pleasant stroll across the grounds. They stopped at the memorial, with Bill going straight over to Fred's grave, while Harry slowly walked by each and every one of the markers. Harry was amazed how fast his mood switched. He had been upbeat and happy when he had arrived, but now he felt sad and tired. This place would be a constant reminder for him, both of the events for which he was certain he would always be remembered and also of what they had cost in terms of lost friends and associates.

Bill and Harry then proceeded up to the castle where Neville was awaiting them. He greeted them warmly and led them inside to the Great Hall, which was now deserted as everyone else had gone home with their families for the break. Harry wondered why Neville was still at Hogwarts instead of being home with his grandmother.

"Professor Sprout asked me to take the internship to be the associate professor of Herbology. I've been getting an early start, and Professor Sprout taught me a bunch of new stuff yesterday. We're going to St. Mungo's tomorrow to talk with the healers. They are going to give us an idea what maladies we should be trying hardest to cure as well as giving us their thoughts on how we might try to develop those remedies."

Neville looked around as if to see if anyone was listening, then continued in a much quieter voice.

"I'm going to see if we can find a way to help Mom and Dad."

Neville's parents, Frank and Alice Longbottom, had been hospitalized at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries ever since they had been tortured into insanity by Voldemort's followers sixteen years ago. They had once been Aurors, a career Harry was currently considering for himself.

"So, Bill's owl said the two of you needed to see me today. What's up?"

"Well, Harry and I need to meet with the goblins to smooth over some problems related to Harry's break-in at Gringott's a few days ago."

The thought made Neville laugh.

"I bet that is going to be a fun meeting. The goblins can't be happy you proved Gringotts could be broken into. And I also bet they're not real happy you took their dragon either, right Harry?"

Harry just shook his head guiltily.

"That's two things they are not thrilled about," continued Bill. "But their main gripe is that Harry made a deal and gave the Sword of Gryffindor to a goblin, then it mysteriously appeared in your possession, Neville. They want it back."

"You gave the Sword of Gryffindor to the goblins, Harry?"

"Well, we needed help from a goblin named Griphook or we would have never been able to get into Bellatrix's vault. We had to get our hands on Hufflepuff's cup, which has holding one of the parts of Voldemort's soul. The only way to get Griphook's help was to promise him the sword. We didn't have a lot of choice."

"But I pulled the sword out of the Sorting Hat. How did it get there?"

"We have no idea, Neville."

"But it's Gryffindor's sword. Shouldn't it belong at Hogwarts?"

Bill jumped back in.

"That's what I tried to explain to Harry back when he was negotiating with Griphook before they went into Gringotts. Wizards believe that if we purchase something from goblins, it belongs to us and our heirs forever. However, goblins believe that an object always belongs to its maker, and that a wizard who purchases it is merely renting the object. They believe that on the purchaser's death the object should be returned to the goblins. This has been one of the main sticking points of wizard-goblin relations for years."

Neville considered this.

"What do you think, Harry?"

Harry had hoped to be able to stay out of this. On one hand, he thought Neville deserved to keep the sword as a reward for his bravery in killing Voldemort's snake Nagini. But Harry also felt that he'd promised the sword to Griphook to return to the goblins, and he always liked to keep his word.

"Well, I think it is your decision, Neville, since you have physical possession of the sword. However, it seems to me that we only need the sword in times of crisis, and no matter where it is, a true Gryffindor always seems to be able to pull it out of the Sorting Hat when it is needed. So, it can't hurt to give it back to the goblins, and it could do some good."

Neville thought for a moment and then nodded. He went to the Gryffindor tower to get the sword. A few minutes later he returned with it to the Great Hall and handed it to Harry.

"Here you go, Harry. You and Bill can give it back to the goblins."

Bill took the sword from Harry and inspected it briefly. He admired the gleaming silver sword, and the egg sized rubies in its handle. Then he handed it back to Neville.

"Actually, we'd like you to come along, Neville. The goblins will be more appreciative and respectful if the sword comes directly from the person currently in possession instead of from someone at the Ministry. You see, my job is not merely to make the goblins happy. It is also to make wizards look good in the goblins' eyes."

"Well, all right, but I need to clear a few things with Professor Sprout first."

"No problem. Harry and I will go have lunch at the Leaky Cauldron. You can meet us there."

While Neville took off for Professor Sprout's office, Bill and Harry strolled back onto the grounds towards Hogsmeade. Harry was half-tempted to suggest they try one of the secret passages that his old Marauder's Map showed leading from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade; just to be sure they were still there. As they passed by Hagrid's hut, they spotted the large gamekeeper of Hogwarts leaving his front door and heading towards the castle.

"All righ' Harry and Bill! Comin' to see meh?"

"Sorry Hagrid, just passing through," answered Harry. "I'll be back to see you next week, though."

"Just as well," responded Hagrid. "I got a lot o' work ter do trying to get the castle fixed up in less than two weeks. See yeh next week!"

Bill and Harry took a look back and thought of all the damage caused in the battle. That was indeed going to be a job trying to fix all of that. Harry noticed that Hagrid had his umbrella with him. Perhaps a little magic would make the job a bit easier.

They walked the rest of the way to Hogsmeade and then Apparated just outside the Leaky Cauldron pub in London. As soon as they walked in, they were greeted by the barman.

"Harry Potter! What a privilege to have you back! And good to see you too, Bill."

"How about two of your lunch specials and a couple of butterbeers for us Tom," commanded Bill. "We'll need a booth big enough for three since we have a friend coming later."

It was Harry's first time out in public since the battle at Hogwarts, and Harry was receiving even more attention than normal. Tom the barman made quite a fuss over Harry and Bill's lunches, and commented twice how good it was to see him again after the time he had spent as a lodger here four summers ago. Ernie Prang, the driver of the Knight Bus, was having lunch in another booth and had to come over and talk to Harry. So did Veronica Smethly, who said she normally was only a fan of Gilderoy Lockhart, but that she had cleared off a small portion of her wall of Lockhart photos to squeeze in a couple of Harry. Several other wizards Harry did not know stopped by the talk until Tom came over with their food and ordered everyone away while "Mr. Potter" ate his meal. Harry flushed red at all the attention, but Bill just wore a broad smile.

"Better get used to it, Harry. If you thought you were famous before, wait until you see how things are now."

The two finished their lunches and even a complimentary desert that Tom provided, and were just relaxing with their butterbeers when Neville came in. Tom tried to shoo him away, until Harry was able to make it known that Neville was the third member of their party. Tom was so embarrassed he brought another round of butterbeers. Bill invited Tom to join them, and they had an enjoyable early afternoon together.

The trio bid Tom farewell and went out the back. Bill touched the correct brick in the wall three times with his wand and the passage to Diagon Alley opened. It was a brighter and cheerier place than just earlier in the week when he, Ron, Hermione and Griphook had come through on their way to rob Gringotts, but it was still far from the happy place Harry remembered in the past. Florean Fortescue's ice cream shop was still boarded up, as were several other businesses. However, many other stores were reopening, giving the impression that better times were ahead for Diagon Alley.

The three walked up to the snowy white building that housed the wizarding bank known as Gringotts. A goblin in a red and gold outfit held open the door, then with a look of surprise signaled something to those inside. There were a pair of goblins waiting inside the door, one of them pointing at Harry and bellowing, "It's Potter! Harry Potter!"

Alarms started sounding throughout the bank. A voice was screaming 'Security Lockdown!' over and over. Doors were closing throughout Gringotts, and goblins scurried out of site. Bill grabbed Harry and Neville and drug them back out the doors and into the street.

"What the heck is going on!" screamed Neville.

Several goblins came through the door and stood in front of them, as if on guard duty. The sounds of large locks clicking into place were readily audible. It was obvious the goblins of Gringotts were not interested in letting Harry Potter in.

Bill left Harry and Neville behind and walked up to talk to the goblins. After a few minutes, another goblin came out and talked with Bill for a while. Several times, both Bill and the goblin turned to look at Harry, pointing at him several times. Finally, Bill left the goblin and returned to Harry and Neville.

"Well, I guess that was a mistake. Harry's presence triggered a full security lockdown. I have been invited inside to talk for a bit, once they realized I was the new head of the Goblin Liaison office. Why don't you two go over to George's store and talk to him for awhile? I'll come back and get you when everything is settled down."

Harry and Neville were happy to get away, especially with the crowd that was starting to gather. The walked until they came upon the brightly lit Weasley's Wizard Wheezes shop. It was Neville's first visit to the Weasley store, and he was more than impressed. He kept noting items that the twins had been developing while they were at school at Hogwarts. Eventually, George Weasley and Lee Jordan came out of the back room.

"Lee!" shouted Harry. "What are you doing here?"

George answered.

"I can't run this place all by myself. With Fred's death I needed to add someone on staff who understands the way Fred and I operated. Lee was really the only choice. At least, if you approve, Harry. After all, you are still one-third owner of this place."

"What? I don't want to own any of this! I told you those 1,000 galleons were a gift."

"Fred and I always thought you'd say that. So we've been depositing your third of the profits into your vault at Gringotts. Your investment in us has paid off with interest already. Just to warn you, profits might be down a bit next year, if we open that branch of the business in Hogsmeade like Fred and I had planned."

"Stop doing that! I don't need any gold. You're doing all the work, so you should keep all the profit."

"If you won't take your share, I'm just going to give it to Ginny. That way I know you'll get it eventually."

Harry was genuinely confused by that statement and said so to George.

"Look," continued George, "I've known Ginny for years, long enough to know that if she wants something, she is going to fight until she gets it. For some odd reason, she's decided that she wants you. She did years ago, really. It would take a great effort to stop her, but it looks to me like you're not putting up much of a fight, mate."

Lee and Neville were roaring with laughter. Finally Harry couldn't help himself and he also began chuckling.

"No, I'm not, am I? Frankly, I can't think of a good reason to fight her. Voldemort was tough, but I'm not crazy enough to take on Ginny."

All four had a good laugh. George gave Neville the full tour while Harry talked to Lee.

"So, are you going to make the joke business your career, Lee?"

"Not totally. As part of the deal to get me to work here, George promised to provide some start-up gold for my own wireless radio station. I think there are some huge opportunities being missed. For instance, you know how people love Quidditch, and they also remain loyal to their old house at Hogwarts? Well, I figure broadcasts of the Hogwarts Quidditch matches would be a big hit."

George came up at that moment.

"Great idea Lee has, huh? We're going to Hogsmeade next week to see about buying Zonko's place. He's been talking about retiring for years. When we do, we're going to head over to Hogwarts and corner McGonagall about getting exclusive broadcast rights. We figure we can pay with some new racing brooms to help keep the teams on an even footing. No more trying to buy wins with superior equipment like the Slytherins did the other year."

Harry suddenly had an idea.

"George, instead of paying me any more shares of your profits, why don't you use that gold to invest in Lee's wireless radio station instead."

"That is a splendid idea Harry. You'll soon be a real business tycoon, being part owner of all these hot new enterprises."

Shortly thereafter, Bill arrived to gather Harry and Neville. They made the return trip to Gringotts, only having to stop three times for people to greet Harry, including once where they could not get away until Harry agreed to give his autograph to both of the Zeller sisters, Violet and Marigold.

As Bill led them into Gringotts, they were met at the door by Griphook and Bogrod, two of the goblins who worked there. Griphook eyed the sword in Neville's hands with greedy eyes as the group was led into a plush conference room. Bogrod wasted no time and came right to business.

"Harry Potter, we are not pleased with your recent break-in here at Gringotts. Standard procedure would be to forbid you access to your vault while we confiscated the amount of gold needed to repair the damages, both the physical damage to the building and the damage to our reputation as a place safe from such attempts at burglary. However, Mr. Weasley here has stated quite forcefully how unacceptable this would be to the Ministry. Griphook also assures us that you are a different kind of wizard, that you were not out for profit and that you only took one item. Can you assure us, Harry Potter, that this item you took was used to help bring about the downfall of Voldemort?"

"Yes, we just needed Helga Hufflepuff's cup from the Lestrange vault. Voldemort had placed a portion of his soul in that cup. It had to be destroyed in order to be able to kill Voldemort for good."

Bogrod and Griphook exchanged a look before Bogrod continued.

"We don't pretend to know everything about Wizards or their magic. We can understand why you did not bring this story to us, as we would have never believed you anyway. However, we are prepared to forgive these transgressions, under one condition. You promised Griphook the Sword of Gryffindor in return for his assistance. We are dismayed to find that the sword was somehow taken from us and is now in the possession of Mr. Longbottom."

"But, I just pulled it out of the Hogwarts' Sorting Hat!" protested Neville. "I didn't steal anything …"

Harry put his hands on Neville's shoulders to calm him down before he responded.

"I did indeed agree to give the sword to Griphook in return for his help with the break-in. I lived up to that bargain and plan to continue to do so. I do not know how you lost possession of the sword so that it could end up with Neville. However, since Neville afterwards came to be in possession of the sword, the final decision is up to him."

Neville brought the sword up into his hands to give it a last look. Then he slowly held it out towards Griphook.

Griphook looked surprised. His hands moved to grab the sword, while his eyes looked suspiciously around the room. He took the sword suddenly, as if expecting Neville to attempt to grab it back from him.

The five of them looked at each other briefly until Bogrod broke the silence.

"Please forgive Griphook. Our experiences with the wizarding world had not led us to believe that you would voluntarily turn over the sword. It seems Griphook was correct about you. You are a different kind of wizard, Harry Potter. We shall henceforth consider both Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom to be valued and preferred customers."

With that the meeting broke up and Bill returned to the Ministry. Before he left, Harry asked to visit his vault. He was curious since he had no idea how much had been added to his account from his inheritance after his godfather Sirius' death, nor did he know how much had been added by his portion of the profits from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Neville had never seen a Gringotts vault before, so he asked to tag along.

Bogrod led them through the vast marble hall and through a door to a narrow stone passageway lit by torches. A small cart rolled up and Bogrod, Harry and Neville got in. The cart hurtled along its tracks like a wild roller coaster ride through a maze of twisting passages. Harry had experienced this before, but Neville went pale and looked like he was very much regretting his lunch. The cart at last stopped beside a small door in a passage wall that Harry recognized as his vault. Bogrod led them out of the cart and unlocked the door.

"You will notice there has been quite an increase in the last two years."

Neville's jaw dropped so far Harry was afraid it would detach from the rest of his face.

"I've never seen so much gold, silver and bronze in my life!"

Harry estimated his vault had at least ten times more gold in it than the last time he had stopped in. It made him feel guilty. He was always living for free off the Weasleys when he had so much more gold in his vault. He decided it was time to spread some around. He filled a large bag full of coins to take with him, then looked at Neville who was still just staring at the piles of currency. He tried to make it sound like an off the cuff conversation.

"Neville, when you are working with Professor Sprout, do you have all the herbs and materials you need?"

"Most of the time we do. Hogwarts has a decent budget for the Herbology classes. Often when we want to experiment with something, Professor Sprout says we will have to grow it ourselves and wait until it is harvested to do our tests. It tends to slow things down, but we'll get there in the end."

Harry took another bag and filled it with approximately 200 gold galleons. He threw the bag to Neville, who looked at him in surprise.

"You and Professor Sprout should go out and buy what you need to keep your work moving. Maybe we can find something to help your parents. Maybe even Gilderoy Lockhart."

Even though Harry felt that Lockhart had gotten what he deserved, Harry still felt guilty that he was permanently hospitalized following their excursion into the Chamber of Secrets back in Harry's second year.

Neville protested, but Harry insisted.

"Look, Neville. I haven't done anything to earn that money. I was given some by my parents, then some more by Sirius, and now the Weasleys' store is sending me more. It seems like people have been giving me stuff all my life. I feel that it is time I start doing a little giving back."

When they had finished and Harry's bag was fairly bulging with gold, Bogrod took Harry and Neville back to the lobby and bid them farewell. Neville was anxious to get back to work at Hogwarts, but was stopped when Griphook came up to him with what appeared to be the Sword of Gryffindor. Griphook presented it to Neville.

"This is the copy of the Sword of Gryffindor that was stored here in the Lestrange vault. It turns out this had been illegally taken from Hogwarts, so it was confiscated. We felt you should have it as a token of our appreciation for returning the genuine item."

Neville was stunned beyond words. He instead merely nodded his thanks to Griphook. After thanking Harry for an interesting day, he said goodbye and headed back to Hogsmeade. Harry stopped and looked back at Gringotts before heading for the Leaky Cauldron. It had been a good day and would soon be better still. He was heading back to the Burrow, and back to Ginny. Hopefully, Ron and Hermione would also soon be back.

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