~AN-My Apologies for the wait as Life sort of exploded and I really wanted to make this better for you all. Hope You enjoy!

Typical Disclaimer. I don't own Harry Potter; Sometimes I wish It was real but I don't own it. Good Day

Chapter Two- Goblins and Gringots

A few goblins gasped as Griphook reappeared at Gringotts with the rather still form of a child in his arms. Was this Truly the Potter Child they wondered to themselves, a few of them out loud. He seemed to murmur quietly to the young girl in his arms for a long time in an almost panicky manner, as though trying to keep her awake, he then looked around almost helplessly. Only to then very quickly hurry off through a side door towards the Throne Room, still carrying the girl. Murmured, worried whispers resumed and quickly filled the still and quiet of the closed bank. They had sent him for her during the time that Gringots was closed for lunch so that no one other than the goblins would be in to see this, and now they were all very glad of that decision. Though this couldn't be the girl though could it? She was all skin and bones and so pale, and were those Bruises on the poor girl's body? What had happened to her? But it must be, Griphook had returned with her, and this thought terrified them all that their savior had been so abused.

Griphook was frantic in yelling to the cook goblins and the healing goblins on his way to their Master Roganoke's office to hurry and help him. The girl was obviously malnourished and sickeningly close to death, bruised and broken and shorter than a girl her age rightfully should be. Griphook's eyes were wide, frantic, and terrified. All of his paternal instincts were screaming in anger and fear that this child, this girl, Helena, would die in his arms. This girl had become his charge, he had promised her everything would be okay, at least now she would never return to those awful mundanes. Seeing how she was, he knew they needed to get her Aunt and Cousin like she had asked. After all if her uncle could treat her like this, it would be no surprise to Griphook that he could treat his wife and his own child the same. A messenger was quickly sent ahead and soon he had alerted their Master.

When Griphook reached The Master Goblins office he looked near helplessly at Roganoke and gently though reluctantly set the girl on a cot that was hovering there with the healers now fluttering around her doing everything they could to heal the girl and set things to right. Griphook was visibly upset and worried and kept gently rubbing her head keeping the little girl calm. The healers, recognizing this, let him remain at the head of the cot as they gave her a few blood replenishing potions while also mending broken bones and cuts whispering and muttering angrily among themselves about the treatment of this girl, Helena. To goblin kind hurting a child, especially one this young, was of the gravest offense as children were uncommon to them with their long life spans. The youngest of their children currently was 100 years old and viewed as an adult.

"Griphook, can you explain all this to me? The messenger explained little as he was out of breath trying to keep ahead of your hurried pace and now I can see things are much, much worse than we initially thought after getting her response." Master Roganoke asked, watching the poor little one on the cot. His eyes narrowed in tangible anger at the extent of damage his healers were having to fix and the pure fear he felt radiating off of her small form. If it weren't for Griphook's magic, he could tell the healers wouldn't have been able to do anything as she would have been thrashing and trying to get away, but her magic seeded to recognize Griphook's magic as safe and knew that he would protect her. It was these types of things he was grateful for when it came to orphan children. Once they found someone they knew was safe that person could calm them and help them through many of the transitions from the mundane world to that of the magical one.

~Griphook's POV~

I shook my head not really comprehending what was going on as I gently soothed the poor girl to the best of my ability. It would seem that my magic was the first friendly magic she had ever felt so its presence around and near her seemed to sooth her. I was grateful for this as I knew she needed this safety to allow the healers to do their job.

"I found her out in a garden shed Master Roganoke, Locked in to it with not even proper bedding. she looked so frail and was obviously terrified. I soothed her as best as I could despite my anger towards her Relatives, or rather it would seem her Uncle. She asked that we retrieve her aunt and cousin. There were fresh signs of abuse when I got there and when I noticed how weak she was I knew she would need food and healers immediately Master Roganoke. How someone can treat Family this way, Especially a Child… I don't understand it sir." I spoke slowly, having heard our masters question wanting to cradle the small girl close again but knowing that I cannot as it would disrupt the healers work.

"I think we should call the Lycan, he is her only magical family left and while the non-magical relatives could help her she is not in a safe place for the girl Yet. If the Lycan adopts her. Maybe she then can be safe with the downworlders, Maybe he'll even be willing to help her Aunt and Cousin. Everyone knows how protective they are of children and innocents. She's supposed to be ten but looks as though she is maybe five, six at the utter most with how stunted she is." I spoke again without being prompted hoping I wouldn't be punished for it, though it looked like our master was feeling the same way as I was. My instincts to protect any and all young were showing through.

"I think that this is a sound idea Griphook. I will have Remus called and I will also test for loyalty potions in him just in case. Dumbledore said she was safe. He said she was being treated very well, spoiled even potentially. Obviously we now know she was not safe or even treated well. Everyone knows that Blood wards created by love are only activated by love. She was clearly not loved." Our master stated. I looked at Master Roganoke with a look akin to amazement and true loyalty and he just smiled a toothless smile, more of a grimace than anything else by human standards, and shook his head.

Slowly I noticed that the healers had left and she was waking up, moving slowly as though wary to pain. I waited patiently for her to settle and realise that she was whole again and was greeted by a soft smile and a sudden hug. I really do love hugs though I never told anyone and I relaxed hugging the smaller girl back softly giving a gentle smile as two quiet words reached my pointed ears.
Thank you.

~AN: I am debating on giving little Helena a Creature inheritance from an old story I was working on or one known So Poll Time! Vela, Angel, one of my making, Lycanthrope, or Vampire? Really do want your opinions. Thank you! Also Debating making Duddley a wizard too with the theory being Dumbledore locked it away so as to make Helena more other-ed. What do you all think?~