"And this is where we must leave you. Professor McGonagall and I have business to attend elsewhere, so we have arranged for Hagrid, the keeper of the keys and groundskeeper at Hogwarts, to meet you and act as your guide for the day." Ed and Roy nodded in acknowledgment, Harry still transfixed by the wide range of unfamiliar sights and sounds. The street was lined with shops, all pressed together with flashing signs declaring all sorts of unfamiliar wares.

"Ah, there he is. Right on schedule."

Hagrid looked nothing like the wizards they had seen, looming over them with a long bushy beard and a ragged but sturdy-looking coat covered in hundreds of pockets.

"Ah! There ya are! I'm Hagrid, and you must be Harry." He bent down slightly and extending a hand for Harry to shake. "Right then, off we go! Our first stop 'll have ta' be Gringotts, gotta pick up the money ta' buy your things!"

Roy pulled a small golden key out of the breast pocket of his uniform. "I have the key to Harry's vault right here, Lily and James left it to me in their will."

"You didn't tell me my parents had a vault here!" Harry was walking between Roy and Ed, feeling out of place in his Amestrian clothing. For once in his life, Ed's garish red coat was helping him to blend in instead of stand out, the long flowing cut not all that different to some of the robes the wizards were wearing.

"I'm sorry Harry, I didn't exactly think to tell you. I planned to turn the key over to you once you were of age, and I promise, I didn't touch any of their money."

Ed snorted, "Yeah, because you have more money than God squirreled away anyway, you stingy bastard." Roy swatted Ed's flesh arm as the group walked up the steps into the large building, Hagrid holding the large doors open for them to walk through.

The inside of Gringotts was nothing like the banks back home in Amestris, which tended to lean more towards the utilitarian side of things, with drab walls and a row of bored-looking tellers behind glass partitions. Here, the high ceilings and tall counters were unfamiliar, the creatures behind the counters even more so.

"Goblins," Hagrid explains, "They run the banks here. Best for the job, can't get anything past 'em but they're a right scary lot. Gringotts is one o' the safest places in all o' England- 'cept for Hogwarts, of course." He approached a counter, handing a small gold key to the goblin, before turning to Roy, "And I expect you got Harry's key?"
Roy nodded and handed the goblin a gold key of a similar size, "The Potter Vault, Harry is here to pick up money for school." At the mention of the Potter Vault, the goblin seemed to perk up very slightly, eyes searching out the scar on Harry's forehead. Ed and Roy had let him do whatever he pleased with his hair, and Harry (influenced by Ed) had chosen to grow it out to just his shoulders, tying it back in a short ponytail, which left his scar on display.

The goblin inspected the keys before waving over another goblin, handing them the keys.

"Griphook will take you to your vaults."

They followed Griphook down past the row of tellers and into the depths of the bank. He stopped at a rickety cart on a set of tracks leading deeper into the innards of the bank, gesturing for them to get in. The group squeezed into the cart, pressed tightly up one another, Harry squeezed between Ed and Roy, Roy up close and personal with Hagrid.

The caves underneath Gringotts seemed to stretch forever, wind rushing past their faces until the cart screeched to a stop in front of a large vault door, with the numbers 687 emblazoned on the outside. Griphook stepped out of the cart, opening the door with the small golden key. The massive vault door swung open, revealing a small mountain of gold coins. Ed wolf whistled, stepping out of the cart and stepping into the vault, Harry following him.

"Damn kid, you're rich!" Ed said, snatching a gold coin from the pile, turning it over in his hand. "One of these gold ones is worth 550 cenz."

"They're called Galleons," Roy corrected, still in the cart, "The bronze ones are Knuts, and worth about one cenz, and the silver ones are Sickles and are worth just over 30 cenz." Harry nodded, scooping a few handfuls of coins into a small coin pouch, making sure to get a variety of coins.

They clambered back into the cart, once again squished up against each other as the cart started up again, heading deeper into the bank.

This time when the cart stopped, only Hagrid and Griphook got off, Griphook opening the vault door and letting Hagrid retrieve a small package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine from the inside, tucking it into one of his many jacket pockets as Ed and Harry watched him curiously.

Q+A!
Q - Outofthisworldgal: Is this going to be Dumbledore bashing or anyone bashing?

A - No bashing, but I do have plans for Dumbledore to occasionally serve as a sort of antagonist. (In this story at least) Dumbledore is very focused on the "Greater Good" and believes that he is the smartest and most capable person around, and therefore everyone should listen to him and follow out his plans (which required Harry to grow up unloved in the Dursleys house, thereby leaving him desperate for affection and guidance instead of nurtured and cared for by Roy and Ed, who love and encourage him). He isn't fond of Roy or Ed, because they are both equally if not more powerful than him and do not carry the same amount of respect for him that the wizards do.

Q - Sakura Lisel: Wait why did Harry change his mind? What happened to that super LONG winded rant he had when his letter first came in about how much he DIDN'T want to go? So why did he change it after Dumbledore and McGonnqgal showed up to explain things? I half expected him to mimic daddy Ed and curse the duo out about why he WASN'T going. *lol*

A - I'm a bit confused here? Harry knew nothing about Hogwarts when the letter first arrived, all he heard was that some school in a place he doesn't know wants him to leave home. Wouldn't you be freaked out if your parents suddenly started talking about you leaving home at 11 (especially when you've never gone to school before)? Also, what do you mean by long-winded rant? Harry said all of eight words about Hogwarts ("What?! No! Dad, I don't want to leave!" in Ch1), and that was at a point in the story where he knew absolutely nothing about the school.