DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Please Note this is only my second attempt at a story. I am not English so if there is an American edge to it, well I am American - deal.

The Trip to Gringotts

The morning came, and along with it a lite breakfast waiting for me, courtesy of Winky. A set of clothes and a robe set out courtesy of Kretcher.

Outset was also a history book open to a specific page about goblins.

I sat to eat, and read as I did so.

According to the book Goblins are a race of highly intelligent creatures that live side by side with wizards. The goblins are considered to be inferior by many wizards, who foolishly believe that the goblins are comfortable with that arrangement. It was noted to see "Goblin Rebellions" for more information. The book further stated that goblins are extremely clever and more than able to stand up to wizards.

But according to the last treaty were confined to being in charge of Gringotts, controlling the wizarding economy to a large extent, something the wizards had not anticipated. Furthering that notion was the fact that the goblins actually mint the Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts used in the wizarding world; each coin is stamped with a serial number identifying the goblin who cast it. Making melting them down impossible.

Finishing his breakfast he took the facts he read to heart, and was determined to treat the goblins with respect, that he was sure they rarely saw from a wizard.

I quickly showered and dressed, making sure I look as presentable as possible. Winky had done well fixing my clothes, as did Kretcher picking them out.

"Kretcher, would you please take me to the appropriate place for my appointment?"

"I will half-blood master says."

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Harry and Kretcher arrived and was meet by a goblin with very long fingers and feet, and a long pointed beard.

"Right on time I see. Follow me." Said the goblin, who had not given his name or asked my own.

"I will call for you when I am ready to leave Kretcher."

"Yes half-blood master."

I turned from Kretcher and quickly caught up with the goblin, who frankly didn't care if I was following him or not, or if I got lost. Maybe he wanted me to get lost. Hadn't Griphook told me that wizards had been sucked into vaults left to die? Would this be like the same thing?

Shaking my head, the goblin stopped at a pair of stone doors with intricate carvings. It was quite beautiful to look at.

"You may enter." The goblin said and walked away.

I watched him leave and turned my head towards the imposing doors.

With all my strength I pushed it open revealing a ritualistic chamber.

Standing there were three goblins, no beards, and three humans. I guess that would make me the seventh.

The most elder goblin spoke.

"First we will examine the locket the elf spoke of, examine and compare it to your scare. Purify them both after calling to see if any others are connected. While that is happening you will go through a healing after your scare is as your kind would say 'fixed'. The fee will be taken out of your vault. Is any of that unclear?"

"No, I understand." I handed over the locket, but the goblin stepped back.

"Place the necklace on the pedestal." Angry that I would dare hand over a potential dark object.

I did as instructed.

"Now lay down on the marble slab."

There were no details visible as I walked up and lay down.

I heard murmured words to my side. Then a goblin came over to me with one of the humans in tow. More murmured words.

That was the last I remember before my world went black.