~*T*~
Taylor waited for the wash of blue light clinging to every surface around her to fade, then teleported to another sunny spot, closer to the station. The light was almost hidden, nearly invisible in the direct sun, faint in the shadows, but obvious.
That, she figured, was how they knew it was Harry's fault when he teleported at school.
Working line-of-sight was faster than walking, and kept people from noticing her appear, or disappear, out of nowhere in a wash of heatless blue flame. Roof to roof, tree to tree, ten to thirty seconds a jump, as little as a half mile, or as much as ten at a time, she traversed the suburbs of London, into its dark heart.
She walked the last couple blocks, got a soda from a kiosk, and sat down to wait.
~*i*~
"Amy?" Taylor greeted the bushy-haired girl, a little taller than she was, with gorgeous golden-brown eyes.
"Taylor!" Amy grabbed her up into a hug and swung her around in circles.
"Here you are!" and a flying tackle hug took them all to the ground.
Once she had her glasses back on, Taylor stared at the blue-eyed blonde who had them pinned, "Lisa."
That familiar vulpine grin spread under those slightly bulging blue eyes, and Taylor leaned up for a kiss.
She got a quick peck on the lips, as did Amy. Lisa's grin spread as Amy pinned Taylor's shoulders down, and kissed her soundly.
A throat is cleared, again, and this time Amy broke the kiss, then sat back on Taylor's hips. She wiped her lips with her hand, grinned down at the other two, "I missed you."
"We missed you too, Amy."
"Are you going to introduce your friends?" Hermione's mother asked.
"Obviously good friends," her father said.
"Oh," Hermione got to her feet, then helped the other two up, "Yes, this is Taylor," she gestured.
"Harry Potter," Taylor said, with a little curtsey, which was, as always, a bit funny-looking in trousers.
"And Lisa."
"Luna Lovegood," Lisa bowed, with a flourish of imaginary hat.
"Let's go," Amy said, then held out her left elbow.
Taylor tucked her hand under, and leaned against Amy's shoulder.
Lisa grabbed Taylor's free hand, and leaned into Taylor's shoulder as Amy led them all off.
~*i*~
"Good Morning," Lisa greeted the goblin behind the desk, who growled back. She clapped her hands and laughed.
"What'd'ya want?"
"To rule the world," Lisa answered, "But I'll settle for access to our vaults."
"Your vault, miss?"
"Lovegood. Luna Lovegood," Lisa said, giving the goblin a toothy grin, "My partners are Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Potter has a vault, and I believe Granger has inherited one, due to the recent unpleasantness."
"You may well be right. Let us see if we can get your gold flowing, then," the goblin passed over a single black quill, and three pieces of parchment, which glitter with strange, almost invisible, golden letters, "Write your names."
"Given or chosen?"
The goblin laughs, "Either. It tells the spell what name to use for you and provides a blood sample that is matched against anyone who's ever signed an official document in Gringotts," He bustled about behind his counter, and set a box on top of it.
"Oh, nice," Lisa said, and signed "Luna Lovegood," before handing the quill to Taylor.
Taylor quickly signed "Taylor Potter," and passed the quill to Amy.
Amy signed "Amy Granger," and passed the quill back to the goblin, who put it away.
"Lovegood, you first," the goblin held out a hand for her parchment.
She handed it over, and he put it in the box, which made "tick-tock" noises for a minute before going "Bing."
He pulled the parchment out, set it down, and held out his hand for Taylor's parchment.
It is handed over, and he picked up Lisa's paper while the box ticked, "Lovegood: vault 712, restricted to 24 galleons a day; vault 333, unlimited access; vault 13, unlimited access."
He held out his hand for Amy's parchment even as he pulled Taylor's from the box. While the box ticked he read off, "Potter: vault 687, unlimited access; vault 19, unlimited access; vault 3, unlimited access."
He set that parchment down, and read the last, "Granger: vault 451, unlimited access."
He added the last parchment to the stack, and slid it to Lisa, "This will be eight galleons each."
"Take it from vault 712. We need to inspect our vaults before we order keys, or consolidate them. If we do not have the 14 knuts available after checking our vaults, I authorize two sickles from vault 712 tomorrow."
"Very well. Griphook! Vaults 712, 687, 451, 333, 19, 13, and 3."
Griphook blinked, pulled out a pad of paper, "Say again all after 712," he said, writing down that number.
"687, 451, 333, 19, 13, 3. Inspection. Collect 24 galleons from vault 712, that's the withdrawal limit there, no limits on the others."
Griphook nodded, "Understood," He looked at the two adults and three girls, "Come on."
~*T*~
Notes: In The Princess Bride Goldman has a point where he talks about how S. Morgenstern spent three pages talking about Buttercup's wardrobe, and how it was regarded as a great point of satire in the original, but was boring, so he elided it.
In similar vein, the visit to Gringotts and the shopping trip has been quite done to death, so here only the points of difference are left: Vault 712 is Xenophilius's vault, so Luna has restricted access ($1200/day in 1991 money, but they are very well off), but the others trickled down to these three as their late owners, and subsequent heirs, died in the recent unpleasantness. Per canon, the lower the vault number, the older the family.
And Vault 451 is a nod to Bradbury.