Petunia stepped out of the car and instructed the boys to get out with her. Petunia led them out to the street and then turned to her nephew and son, "Do either of you see a pub, boys?"

Harry looked around, looking for a pub , but the only thing he saw was a dilapidated building that no one was paying any attention to. He looked to his aunt and saw that her eyes seemed to drift right over it without seeing it. He chalked that up to he aunt being too snobby to even give something like this building the time of day.

"Mummy? Could it be that building there?" Dudley asked.

"What building, sweetums?"

Not that was interesting, even if Petunia had been too snobby to notice a dump like that she still would not have made her son feel like he was seeing things. It would have been acknowledging that her son could see something that no one else could. But wait, didn't she say this morning that Dudley had levitated his cereal bowl, and that Harry himself had magic? Maybe this had something to do with that?

"It's right between the sweet shop and the hardware store, Aunt Petunia," Harry said quietly.

"But there's nothing there?"

"Mummy, I see it too," Dudley said excitedly.

Petunia looked toward where the store should be confusedly and put her hand on Dudley's shoulder to turn around and go home to regroup. But, as soon as her hand touched her son, a dilapidated old pub swam into focus as if a fog had just lifted. "Wow, ok boys, I need each of you to take my hands and don't let go until I tell you to. Ok?" Petunia said, smiling. If everything went how she needed it to she would be kicking her husband out of her house tonight.

The trio walked into the Leaky Cauldron hand-in-hand and straight to an old, stooped man behind the bar.

"Hello sir?"

"Well hello ma'am, what can I do you for?"

Well, I need into Diagon Alley, but I need someone to open the portal for me please."

"Right this way. I'm assuming that your are a muggle?"

"Yes, my boys are both magical though."

"What's your name then?"

"Petunia Rose. These are Eric and James, my sons."

"Well here you are Ms. Rose, Diagon Alley."

The trio just stared in wonder for a moment before Petunia shook herself and stepped forward, bringing the two boys with her. She waited until the barman was far enough away not to overhear before she turned to the boys and said, "Ok, we are going to Gringotts. When my sister was alive she told me that Gringotts Bank is manned by goblins. She also said that they are very proud, do not say anything against them and they will treat you with a modicum of respect. Show actual respect and you will earn their respect and friendship. Understood?"

Yes mummy," Dudley nodded while Harry nodded.

The trio began walking to the largest building in the alley. It was pure white with what appeared to be depictions of warring goblins on the massive columns. When they got closer to the front doors they saw two goblins bracketing the large white doors. Petunia curtsied and motioned to the tow boys to bow to the goblin guards. The guards looked shocked that a human would show them such respect. This female was obviously mundane, and while the mundane-born magicals were the least disrespectful they still typically only showed fear upon first meeting a goblin. They would be sure to keep an eye on this female and her offspring. The doors were opened to a large foyer and another set of doors. These doors were gold with a poem engraved into the precious metal.

Enter stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn

Must pay most dearly in their turn

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

"What an odd poem, but effective I guess," Petunia said, curtseying once more. She smiled at her boys when they both automatically bowed. These goblins were just as surprised as the last one's, but they gave just as much respect back, bowing slightly. The doors opened and Petunia let the boys to the first free teller she saw.

"Excuse me Master Teller, I'd like to see my nephews account manager please," Petunia said politely.

"Name?" the goblin gruffly asked without looking up.

Petunia reached into her purse and pulled out a note, which she handed to the goblin. Upon seeing the note, the goblin frowned but took it and silently read, 'My name is Petunia Dursley nee Evans, my nephew is Harry Potter. I wish for our visit to remain confidential, please.'

The goblin reached under his counter and pulled out a 'Next Teller' sign and slapped it onto the desk. "Right this way, please," the goblin said as he opened a concealed door across the front of the counter. The trio had to hurry to catch up to the goblin as he headed to a large single door that none of them noticed before the teller invited them to follow. Through the door was much less opulent, but more like what one would see in a mundane bank's offices. The hallway was carpeted with a plush red that swallowed the sounds of your steps. The trio followed, making several different turns and twists. Petunia got the feeling that the goblin was purposefully attempting to get them lost as a security measure. Finally, they came to a heavy wooden door with a plaque proclaiming the owner of the office to be the Potter and Black account manager. The goblin quickly knocked and the door swung open, at which time the goblin teller announced the trio to the goblin standing behind the desk.

"Heir Potter, Madame Evans, Heir Evans. Welcome to the bank. But, Heir Potter is not due to inherit for another year, why are your here early Madame Evans?" the goblin brusquely asked.

Harry noticed that while the Goblin Teller was fairly small in stature, this new goblin was broad in the shoulders and about three heads taller than the teller. This goblin also looked as if he had seen plenty of violence and he wasn't afraid to see or be the cause of more.

"Account Manager, I seem to be at a disadvantage. You know our names, but I have yet to learn yours," Petunia said politely, yet with an edge to it.

"My apologies, I am Account Manager Ripneck," the goblin said surprised. It wasn't every day that a human wants to know a goblin's name.

Petunia smiled to herself knowing that it could only be a good thing when a goblin was surprised by a human. Ill-mannered humans aren't unusual to a goblin, but a polite and respectful human most certainly is. "A pleasure to meet you Account Manager Ripneck. I understand why you would be confused, but the circumstances are dire. My husband nearly killed my nephew a week ago, and I am ashamed to say that I did nothing to stop it. However, this morning my son levitated his cereal bowl and it was like a fog lifted from my mind and I was able to see my husband for what he is, a monster. I also began to remember all the times that I allowed my nephew to be abused by my husband's hand, but it was like reviewing the memories through a disturbed pool, it was quite fuzzy and ripply. I knew that I needed to seek refuge for myself and my boys and this bank was the first place I thought of. I want to protect my son and my nephew, but my husband hates magic and he gets quite violent when Harrison has performed accidental magic in the past. Now that I know that my son is also a wizard it's like I can think clearly. Lily and I were always close, I would never treat her son as I have been unless something was very wrong."

Ripneck was incensed by the time Petunia had finished her explanation. He remembered how close Petunia was to her sister, Lily had brought Petunia into the bank to make her the heir to the House of Evans shortly after she had turned 17. It was a well kept secret among the Pureblood society that when a muggleborn witch or wizard became 15 they could register their House as a Minor House with the goblins, and they could name an heir when they turned 17. It was no surprise that Liliana Marie Evans had researched as much about the society that she found herself a part of and took every advantage for her family that she could. It was such a secret because once the family was registered, it became exceedingly more possible for a magical child to be born in the following generations. The chances for a Minor House being raised from a muggle line to a Noble House was far more likely to happen than a magical Minor House to be raised to Noble. Magical families tended to become stagnant and die out long before they had the chance. Either that or they just did not have the inclination to play the political game to see it happen. Liliana had made sure that her sister had known that her offspring would be magical and they needed to be raised as such. For things to play out the way Petunia was claiming they did there had to be foul play afoot.