Surprising Evil

A/N- I expect this chapter to be better than the last. Let's hope.. .

Disclaimer- I am not JK Rowling. I do not own any of the below mentioned characters.

Reviews- Widely welcome. This includes constructive criticism.

Trapped

The Weasley's arrived on the twenty-fourth of August just as the Dursley's were having lunch.

Vernon had peered out the window, pushing aside Petunia's lacy white curtain, inspecting the yellow Volkswagen outside when six red haired and freckled Weasley's rang their door.

"Your blasted friends, I suppose." Sneered Vernon.

Dudley looked around wildly. The Weasley's last visit had resulted in Dudley's tongue growing four feet long. He stuffed the last of his lettuce leaf in his mouth, grabbing for Harry's, and then ran up the stairs, causing a shake and noise in the house that must have alarmed the Weasley's outside.

BOOM!

Dudley squealed from up stairs, slamming his door shut, most likely sending it off its hinges. Petunia sipped her tea with a shaking hand and Vernon flattened down his mustache. "I suppose blowing apart our chimney last time wasn't enough."

Harry left his plate, empty after Dudley's greedy hands grabbing its contents, and moved to the front hall, where the door sat on the floor and Mr. Weasley was looking around, his wand out and pointed up the staircase.

"Oh, hello Harry. I thought something might be wrong."

"It was just my cousin, Dudley, running up the stairs."

Fred and George snickered, elbowing each other in the sides. Mrs. Weasley cast them each a most disapproving look.

"Well, come on then Harry. I expect you'll be wanting to leave."

Both his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had remained in the kitchen, and that suited Harry just fine.

Harry picked up the barren suitcase from the floor and Hedwig's empty cage. Fred and George came in behind him and each took an end of his trunk containing all his wizard belongings. His wand, of course, was in his pocket. Since the events of last term when Voldemort had rose again, he'd had to be extra careful; he was also a bit more paranoid now since the last few weeks when he'd been waking up in the middle of the night, injuries throbbing and in his wizard's robes.

Harry sighed at the thought and pushed Mr. Weasley out the door before he could provoke his aunt and uncle.

"Aren't they going to be saying good bye to you?"

"They already did," Harry lied hastily. "Anyway, they're busy let's go."

With a flick of his wand, Mr. Weasley had repaired the Dursley's door and soon Harry was riding down the Muggle highway in the back seat of the spacious Volkswagen, with Ron's siblings.

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They didn't head to the Burrow, but Muggle London and parked in front of the dingy looking pub.

"You can all get out here," Said Mr. Weasley. "I'll drive this back to The Burrow and Apparate to Diagon Alley and find you all later."

They all agreed to this and exited from the car, attracting stares from the Muggles. Harry noticed Ginny, who had been sitting beside him during the ride, was awfully red faced, well more than normal. He cast an odd look at Ron, but he only shrugged.

Entering the pub, they found themselves face to face with the withered and toothless face of the owner, Tom.

"Mrs. Weasley! A pleasure! And you too Harry! Coming to stay again?"

They all shook their heads and he shrugged. "Ah well. Another time maybe?"

He wiped his hands on the white apron he wore and ushered them to the back, seeing them outside to a solid brick wall, the entrance to Diagon Alley.

Mrs. Weasley tapped the third brick above the dumpster, empty expect for a couple label-less glass bottles, and the wall opened into a high archway, leading to Diagon Alley, a street filled with all sorts of shops filled with magical items.

They immediately headed to the large white building, Gringotts the Wizarding Bank, at the far end of the street.

Harry began to feel uncomfortable, remembering the small amount of money always in the Weasley's account, and the small fortune his held.

Assisted by a small, surly goblin named Disbare, they made their way into a cart and whizzed their way down the tracks of the bank towards the Weasley's vault.

Harry bit his bottom lip as Mrs. Weasley swept the few piles of Sickles in the vault into her purse.

Once at his vault, Harry tried to swing the door to obstruct the view of the many galleons from the Weasley's. This, however, didn't work in his favor since it continued to swing until closed.

"What did you do that for?" He could hear Ron shout from the cart.

"Just let me open in with the key.." Said the low voice of Disbare, but Harry moaned.

"I have the key!"

After opening the vault, Disbare had given the key back to Harry.

"Oh my, oh my. I'll have to get the boss, I will."

"We can't just leave Harry in there!" Shouted Mrs. Weasley, rather despairingly.

"Can't you just run your finger down the door and open it?" Asked Harry, remembering vault 713 from his first visit to

Gringotts with Hagrid, Hogwarts' Groundskeeper and Care of Magical Creatures professor.

"No. That's only for special cases. Not for this. Require powerful magic it would. Too bad you didn't know how to Apparate."

"Well, of course he can't!" Exclaimed Mrs. Weasley. "He's only fifteen."

"Harry will be fine waiting in there for another two years."

"That's the spirit, Fred!" Responded George.

"Shaddup," Growled Ron.

"Well, at least you won't have to worry about You Know Who. Ouch, Mum!"

Harry sank down among his piles of gold. Fred, or was it George, was right. He doubted Voldemort would bother him here. He also doubted he'd find himself waking up in the middle of the night with his wizard robes on. He wasn't looking forward to starving to death, since he doubted they'd be able to magic any food in.

"Harry, are you all right?"

"I'm sure he's still in there, Mum."

"Stop that, George."

Harry sighed. "Considering that I'm going to be locked inside my Gringotts vault for the rest of my life, I'm fine."

"Don't worry, Harry. We'll get you out."

Disbare interrupted her. "But the vaults are designed so that only someone with a key can get in."

"Optimist, isn't he Fred?"

"Sure is, George!"

"WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?"

The last voice sounded oddly like Ginny.

He heard the twins mutter something and then Ron thank Ginny dismally.

"Well, let's get back up to the main floor. We'll have to ask Kudos about this. He's not going to be happy about this."

"Ron, dear, you stay with Harry."

From outside the vault he could heard Ron gulp nervously. "Y- yeah.. OK."

"Bye Ickle Ronnykins!" Shouted the twins as he heard the familiar sounds of the cart rambling off.

"Great mess this is!" Exclaimed Ron, who Harry guessed with pacing outside the vault door.

"Sorry, Ron. I didn't mean to close the door."

"What were you doing anyway?" There was a moment of silence. "Hiding your money from us, I suppose? We do know what it looks like."

"I know that, Ron. I just felt embarrassed."

"For being bloody rich?" He asked angrily. "I can see why.."

They fell into another silence. Harry looked around the vault. Only cobwebs in the upper corners accompanied the stone walls and piles of gold, silver, and bronze coins.

"I'm sorry, Ron."

"For being rich?"

"No," He answered smartly. "For locking myself in here."

"Well, you should be!"

After a few more seconds of silence they both burst out laughing. "Just wait until Hermoine hears about this."

"She'll never let me live it down," Groaned Harry.

"She'll strangle you for being so stupid."

They both laughed again but were stopped by a distant roar.

"W- what was that?"

"Hagrid did say they kept dragons down here."

"D- dragons?" Asked Ron.

They'd dealt with a dragon before, but it had only been a baby; a pet of Hagrid's. Harry had even fought one in the Triwizard Tournament last term. Well, stole its egg without being killed. Still, it had been quite an accomplishment. Still, that didn't make Ron feel any better, being out there alone.

A cart whizzed by and stopped, the familiar chatter of the Weasley family filled his ears.

"Scared, Ronnykins?" One of the twins asked, their voice dripping with false sincerity.

"Out of the way!" Called an unfamiliar voice. Its owner tapped the vault door and then asked, "Are you sure about not leaving him in there for awhile?"

"Of course we're not going to leave him in there!" Answered Mrs. Weasley.

"Well, I suppose I can try to get him out."

Harry crossed his fingers and crawled back to the far wall. Just in case they blew off the door or something.