Chapter Summary: Loki takes Catlin and her father to Diagon Alley, specificly, Gringotts. What will they find once they get there?

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UPDATED: 10/12/18

Diagon Alley – Part 2

Diagon Alley, London
July 31, 2001

~*Catlin's POV*~

Catlin was excited. She had seen the magical shopping district in LA and even in NYC, so to see what another country's district looked like would be fun. Grandfather had insisted that they go to London's Diagon Alley and visit Gringotts London Branch and find out exactly why she only received the one acceptance letter. Since Hogwarts was located in Scotland, it was only logical to visit that branch.

Cat, Loki, and Tony were standing outside the grungy entrance that leads to the Ally. There was a rickety sign above the door with a caldron depicted below the faded words Leaky Cauldron. "If this is the entrance, I'm highly disappointed." Tony stated with a look of mild disgust. "I mean, seriously, to get into the LA and NYC districts is far more impressive! In LA you go through a tree in a park and it's all underground! And NYC! You go through the Empire State Building to get in. This…this is just sad. No excitement!"

Cat giggled, and Loki shook his head. "I did warn you. The British magicals are fairly far behind compared to other communities around the world. And they lack imagination." Loki stated.

"Yes, but this? I have no words, and I'm feeling a bit let down." Tony pouted.

"Come on. The sooner we're at Gringotts, the sooner we get answers. Not to worry Little Cat, we'll be getting your supplies in the US, not here." Loki said as he took hold of Tony's arm and proceeded to drag him into the dingy pub.

Once inside, they stopped again, only because Tony seemed to be rooted to the floor, refusing to move even an inch. "This is even worse than I thought it would be!" he exclaimed.

"Come on Dad, I bet the Ally itself will be far better than this!" Catlin said with excitement. "I can't wait to see it!" This time she gabbed both of their hands and pulled them to the back of the pub that she assumed would lead them to the Alley proper.

Once in they were all in the back, they looked at the brick wall that prevented them from going any further. "Grandfather, you remember how to get in don't you?" Catlin asked.

"Not to worry, I'll make sure we get in." With that, Loki tapped the middle brick three times before stepping back.

The brick he had touched quivered – it wriggled – in the middle, a small hole appeared – it grew wider and wider – a second later they were facing…an archway on to a cobbled street which twisted and turned out of sight.

"Wow…" Catlin whispered in awe. It may have been like stepping into the past, but the magic everywhere, the whimsical feeling that it gave off certainly made up for it. It was as clean and modern as the other districts she had been too. "This…Diagon Alley is…amazing! I mean I know it's totally old-fashioned, but still! It feels so homey and magical!" She spun to face her dad. "What do you think, Dad?" she asked.

"It's pretty amazing. It's nothing like in the states, but it's still just as magical. That's for sure." Tony said as he scratched the back of his head, looking down the alley at all the odd storefronts. "So, Loki, where's this Gringotts?"

Instead of answering, he points down the alley at the towering building. Part way down Diagon Alley stands an imposing snow-white marble building: Gringotts Wizarding Bank. "Now that's impressive," Tony said, "I may have to build be a tower like that…ok, maybe not exactly like that cause that looks like an awful lot of marble, but still."

Loki chuckled and took Catlin's hand, "Come on, Tony, there's much to be done."

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"May your vaults overflow and your enemies tremble at your feet," Loki intoned respectfully to the bank teller, a goblin, a real-life goblin!

"And may your gold increase and the blood of your foes flow beneath your feet," the goblin returned. "How may I help you…?" the goblin asked, waiting for Loki to provide his name.

"Lord Silvertongue, Master Goblin." The goblin, for a mere second looked startled. His beady and cunning eyes widened and then a blood thirsty, for that's the only way to describe it, grin stretched across his face. "If we could have a private conference room, as well. We are meeting one or two others, though I don't think they have arrived yet, and I feel that we will have much to discuss this day." Loki informed him, a sly smirk of his own crossing his face.

"Very well, Lord Silvertongue. It will be a few minutes as I inform your Account Manager that you have arrived." With that said, the goblin left the counter and went through a large doorway that lead to a long hallway. Where it leads, not many knew.

"Lord Silvertongue ,huh?" Tony said with a grin. "You never told me you were a lord, though Silvertongue totally fits you."

"Yes, Lord, Tony, just as Catlin will one day be Lady Silvertongue. She is my heir after all."

"Wait. What? But she's my heir. She'll be inheriting Stark Industries!" Tony said with surprise.

"That doesn't stop her from being my heir as well. If my suspicions are correct, she is the heiress to one or two other families as well," he informed him.

Tony just stared at the god, until he heard Catlin say, "Grandfather, is that him? He looks just like me, but smaller."

She had been looking around the bank while her grandfather and dad were talking. She had spotted the small boy with the tall dark man with a slightly crooked nose and greasy looking hair that was to his shoulders. When he looked around in clear awe, Cat had noticed his emerald eyes, eyes that were just like hers, with a messy head of jet black hair and round, black framed glasses that did a remarkable job of hiding his jeweled eyes.

"So, it would seem. I can feel his magic from here, but there is something blocking it from its full potential. Tony," Loki said as he looked at him, "can you stay here and wait for the goblin? Catlin and I are going to go talk to them for a moment. It shouldn't be long." With that said, Loki and Catlin, who was bouncing on her toes, made their way over to them.

The closer they got, a strange feeling, a feeling that she felt somewhere in her chest the moment they walked in and she had spotted them, grew stronger. She didn't quite understand. It wasn't unpleasant, just annoying and intriguing. It peeked her curiosity, and she hoped there would be an explanation later.

"Ah, good morning gentlemen. My name is Loki Silvertongue and I was wondering if you could accompany my granddaughter and myself. We were just about to be shown to a private office to talk to my Account Manager." Loki said, introducing himself.

Catlin watched the boy, seeing shock in his eyes when she was introduced as his granddaughter.

"Hi, I'm Catlin, but everyone just calls me Cat. It's nice to meet you."

"Harry," he said as he looked at her curiously.

Catlin watched him as he fidgeted with the hem of his oversized shirt. He looked nervous and unsure, but there was an underlining excitement beneath it all.

Ignoring the adults, she continued, "I know. He doesn't look old enough to be my grandfather, but he is. He's actually a lot older than he looks," she leaned forward, as if she was telling him a secret, "and Dad, well, he's really my uncle, but he adopted me a couple years ago. Best dad I've ever had."

Noticing that her grandfather, and the man she vaguely remembered introducing himself as Snap or something, walking back towards her dad. She took his hand gently in hers, ignoring the slight flinch and him slightly pulling his hand away before stopping himself, and followed them.

"He said your dad is Tony Stark. Is he the same Tony Stark as in the CEO of Stark Industries in the Colonies?" he asked.

Though Catlin knew he was changing the subject, she answered "Yep, that's him!" popping the "p".

At the same time as arriving next to her dad, the goblin they had spoken to before appeared. "You're to follow me, Lord Silvertongue. Be sure to bring your party," and he turned and headed past the tellers and into a long hallway towards an office.

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