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Chapter 2: Journey
Several hours have passed since Harry's departure from Privet Drive Nr. 4
and he still had no clue where he should search for his destination.
His first thought was to contact Ron and Hermione, but after he
reminded himself that he couldn't endanger them again, he just
dropped that idea and called for the Knight's bus to bring him to
Diagon Alley – he needed money for his journey.
The spirit in the Alley had hit rock bottom, especially since Weasleys'
Wizard Wheezes – one of the last remaining shops in there – had
closed it's doors. It seemed, that the twins just decided to work
full-time for the order.
Without looking to the dimmed showcases, Harry headed straight for
Gringotts.
"Good morning, sir – what can I do for you?"
The goblin at the desk before Harry wasn't very large, but still had an
aura of authority flowing from him. His piercing grey eyes were fixed
on the young wizard and it was apparent, that he was waiting for an
adequate answer.
"My name is Harry Potter, and I want to access my account."
"Very well. Do you have your key?"
Without hesitating, Harry grabbed a small golden key, handing it to the
goblin at the desk, which instantly fixed his look on it.
"It seemed that this key is alright, Mr. Potter. Are you in a hurry or
could you spend a moment of your time?"
Surprised about this change of attitude, Harry just gave a short "I've some
minutes" and before he even realised what was going on, the small
goblin dragged him to a large, wooden door on the back of the
room.
"Just follow the corridor behind the door until you reach a dead end.
Master Grimood will meet you there, Mr. Potter."
Without really noticing it, Harry gave the goblin a small nod and headed for
the aforesaid door, walking through and following the corridor
behind.
The walls of the gangway were from a plain white and he couldn't find
even the slightest decoration on them. The door behind him
disappeared after a while, altogether with his sense of time.
Right at the moment, were he thought, that there was no mind in following
the corridor any more, a dead end appeared right in front of Harry -
so fast, that he nearly collided with the wall before him.
"I see that you've finally arrived, boy."
Surprised about hearing the voice from behind him, Harry raised his wand and
snapped around – just to get even more confused. The corridor,
which Harry was following just some moments before was gone.
Now he was standing in a dimmed room with grey stonewalls and an also
grey, carpeted floor. The voice came from a relative big goblin with
black eyes and strange red symbols painted on his cheeks. He was
sitting behind a desk, which also was grey, like the rest of the room.
„Where am I?"
Apparently excepting this question, the goblin just sneered and then pointed to a grey, wooden chair, which just appeared before the desk.
„Sit down boy. As much as I dislike it, I've some explaining to do. And
put that boring stick down."
„I fully agree with the first thing."
With this words, Harry slowly stepped forward and then sat down on the
summoned chair – his wand still raised.
„My name is Grimood and I'm an employee of Gringotts – like you may
have noticed before."
Harry just raised his eyebrows after the goblins introduction, but hadn't
interrupted him yet.
„Like you – maybe – can see, you just leaved the zone you call
reality."
„What are you saying?", Harry now piped up, feeling really confused
again.
„...STOP interrupting me, boy!"
With only the sign of a movement from Grimood, Harrys wand was gone and
then, as there was never a break in his speech, Grimood
continued.
„I know – don't ask me why – that you just leaved your home to
search for something. It wasn't sure, that you would arrive at
Gringotts or at another place with an 'access'. Some of the employees
at the entrance had the task to bring you to me, if you should show
up. Like I told you before, you aren't in the zone you call reality
anymore. Instead you are existing only in the so called twilight
right now. My task is, as much as I dislike it, to guide you to the
'Twilight Forest', where your destiny is awating you."
„So...", Harry piped up again, a bit angered, but sure that he was allowed to ask a
question now, „...you just want to make me believe, that I'm not in
the normal reality anymore and that you also know about my visions?
How you could you even be so sure, that I'm really Harry Potter and
no imposter? And where is my wand."
Grimood just laughed at Harrys questions, but after a while he calmed down –
answearing him caustically.
„I don't want to make you believe anything. It's your own decision what
you believe and what not! About your visions, I just can tell you,
that you are not the first – but I hope the last – visitor I got
because of them. Normally people will find their way to the forest
alone, but in some special cases a direction is needed. And to your
thing with the imposter I've just to say, if you weren't Harry
Potter, then you would have never leaved the corrdior to this place
again. Oh, and you won't need a wand where you are going, boy – so
stop bothering me with that."
„Why should I follow you to that forest anyway? I've still other things on
my mind."
„Because,", Grimood started with a relatively soft voice, which doesn't really
suited him, „first of all, I know that the thoughts about the
Forest won't leave you and secondly I know what you are up to. But I
can promise, that you won't have even the smallest chance to find and
destory one of the horcruxes in your current state. That means your
abilitys and also your mind."
„What should be wrong with my mind?"
„That, boy, is something you have to discover alone."
And with that words, Grimood disappeared, leaving behind only his desk
and a very confused Harry.
- A bit of a Cliffhanger -
I hope you liked the second chapter too, and yes, I know that my
spelling and grammar are cruel. Please ignore the many 'he' and
'his' in the story, if possible:P
Please R&R!