Gallumphing Under Gringotts
Note: Takes place in Diagon Alley in Promises Remembered, shortly before the battle.
One of the girls shrieked as the chinese fireball that had poked its head around the tunnel intersection as the cart flew by sent a red-hot burst of flame down after them.
The MISFITS--minus Lee and plus Ginny--had begged Mrs. Weasley and the others to be let down to the vaults on their own, and the adults had reluctantly agreed, despite Sirius' misgivings. On the caveat that the six children stay together at all times--Sirius' gut still nagged him--the adults shooed the children off, waiting anxiously in Gringotts' spacious lobby.
Meanwhile, deep in one of the lowest, oldest parts of the wizarding bank, the children had reached the Potter vault. The Weasley children--and, to some extent, Hermione--gawked at the sheer mass of gold that shone as the stone cupboard was opened.
"What?" Harry asked, thinking the others were staring at him, as he grabbed a handful of galleons and stuffed them into the pouch his godfather had given him.
Hermione was the first to shake her head and close her mouth.
"Nothing, Harry," she smiled, breaking the twins, Ginny, and Ron out of their own trances. "Let's go."
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