AN- All conversations in bold italic are in goblin.

PHOENIX and DRAGON: Through the World Gate

Chapter 18

Sirius sighed and turned his face up towards the weak winter sun, enjoying the feel of it on his face and the touch of the cold breeze blowing through the small valley the cave entrance looked out on. It had been over eight years since he'd felt either of them and it didn't matter that it was cold, or that there were grey clouds threatening to cover the pale sun…he was free.

"You should come inside before you catch a chill, Sirius."

Sirius opened his eyes and turned to look at the twin standing beside him. He had discovered that their voices were so alike it was difficult to tell them apart. Standing side by side, there were differences though; Gavin was slightly smaller than Gwydion, and his chin was a bit more pointed while Gwydion had a chipped tooth, acquired during a visit to the goblins. This one was Gavin.

"What's your brother doing?" Sirius asked as he stood carefully, leaning a little on the smaller boy until he was steady.

"Gwydion is talking to his Lord…we may have to move pretty soon, the Hunters are checking all the marker stones, trying to trace us," Gavin explained as he walked beside Sirius, ready to catch him if he stumbled. This was the first day he'd been able to walk as far as the rocks in front of the cave. Sirius shook his head in wonder. He still couldn't believe how casually the twins spoke about the deities they served.

Gwydion lifted his head off the shoulder of the large black wolf with a sigh, tucking a strand of black hair behind his ear as the wind tugged it loose from his braid. "They're getting close, aren't they?"

":- Yes, they will be here by tomorrow,-:" the wolf replied, turning to look at Gwydion as the boy sighed unhappily. ":- You should leave tonight.-:"

Gwydion nodded, and stood up, brushing dry leaves off his leggings. "I wish they would just give up and leave us alone."

":- They are frightened of the Shadow that approaches; they reach for a weapon to hold it back,-:" the deep voice explained. ":- They believe you and Gavin will be that weapon.-:"

"The prophecies…I wish…," he began, but stopped with a sigh and began to walk back towards the cave entrance, the wolf pacing beside him.

":- You know that the prophecies are meant to be…guidance only. It is your destiny to reach the goal they set, but the path you take is up to you. Your fate is not set in stone, it is written on the wind, and like the wind, and it can change.-:" Herne stopped and turned to look at his young avatar. ":- I am proud of you child, never forget that.-:"

Gwydion bowed as the wolf nodded farewell and faded from sight in a swirl of black mist. He stood there for a few minutes, gazing at the forest blankly, his thoughts confused and troubled. 'The path I take is up to me….' He shook his head finally and turned, climbing quickly into the cave.

"We need to move," Gwydion said as he entered the main chamber of the cave. He began vanishing the improvements they'd made, leaving Gavin to pick up the items they taken from the centaur's pack.

"Where are we going?" Gavin fastened the top of the pack closed and slid the strap over his shoulder, watching his twin get rid of the fireplace.

"Are you strong enough to apparate us somewhere?" Gwydion turned to look at Sirius, motioning him to stand up so he could vanish the bed.

"I can take us to my family manor, Grimmauld Place," he said, making a face at the idea of going back to that terrible place. He hated that house. "It is likely to be in bad shape, but it will be safe. The Hunters are unlikely to find us there."

Gwydion took a last look around, making sure he'd gotten everything and left no trace of their presence. It was possible they'd need the cave as a refuge again. Gavin was standing in the middle of the cavern with a look of concentration on his face while waving his hand in a complicated pattern, turning so he faced each wall, the ceiling, and the floor.

Sirius watched him for a minute before turning to look at Gwydion with his eyebrow raised in curiosity. "What's he doing?"

"Removing all traces of the magic we've used in here. When he's done there won't be any way to tell we've been here." Gwydion took Sirius's left arm as Gavin finished and walked over to them, taking the man's other arm. "Any time you're ready Sirius."

A loud bang echoed through the empty chamber, sounding like someone had set off a small explosion.

"Oh, that hurt." Two muffled moans were the only answer.

"Could you get your elbow out of my face please?" Gavin pushed his brother off him, and untangled their legs enough that Sirius could roll to one side, allowing them all to sit up.

"Well, that could have gone better…," Sirius mumbled, standing up with the help of a tattered leather chair. "Ugh. This place is worse than I expected it to be, and my expectations were set pretty low…." He brushed the dust off his clean but tattered robe as he looked around the room they'd landed in, sending a cloud of dust into the musty air.

Dim light filtered through the panes of a filthy window, revealing a good sized bedroom with a four posted bed with torn and moth eaten hangings against the wall to the right of the window. Several small landscapes, and a portrait of a man in dark robes leaning against a bookcase, hung on the walls. Side tables and a large wardrobe matching the bed, a book case stacked haphazardly with books, a roll top desk with dust covered parchments and a ragged quill stuck into a dried ink well, and a leather chair with a cracked seat completed the picture. Thick dust covered everything, cobwebs hung from the ceiling, and there was something moving in the window drapes. A door opposite the window was cracked open enough to reveal a bit of a hallway with peeling wallpaper.

'Probably doxies,' Sirius thought as he watched the drapes with apprehension, before turning to the boys. "This used to be my room," he said apologetically. "It's going to take some work to make this place livable, but it shouldn't take more than a couple days once I find a wand that works for me."

Both boys turned and gave him looks of disbelief. "Well ok…maybe more than a couple days. There used to be a house elf here…," he stopped when they looked confused. "House elves are…not really elves," he stopped again, realizing how stupid that sounded. "They're what wizards use as servants. My family had one, and it might be here still. If it is it can help clean."

"KREACHER!"

There was a small pop, and a short knobby headed creature with large bulbous eyes appeared in front of them, twisting the filthy pillow case it was wearing in its boney hands. "Nasty blood traitor is back, Mistress will be angry…," it muttered sullenly. "What does Master want?"

Gwydion and Gavin looked at the ugly creature in shock. Wizards called this an elf? "Um, Sirius? That's a durdalis…not an elf." Gavin pointed at Kreacher, drawing the demented house elf's attention for the first time and causing him to scream in fear and cower to the floor with his arms wrapped over his head as he realized who, or what, stood there beside his hated master.

"They're a… type of gnome…," Gwydion explained, his voice trailing off as he looked at the now sniveling house elf in confusion.

"Great Lords…Kreacher insults GREAT LORDS! Nasty blood traitor …brings Great Lords to Noble and Most Ancient House of Black…doesn't tell me…insulted GREAT LORDS!" Kreacher sobbed despairingly, crawling across the floor to kneel at the feet of the half-elves. "What can Kreacher do for the young Great Lords?"

"Start cleaning! We will need a place to sleep," Sirius ordered with a frown, puzzled by the reaction his family retainer had had to the boys. The house elf totally ignored him, looking up at the boys with an adoring expression on his face. The boys both shrugged, they had no idea why the durdalis was acting this way. "Maybe if you told him, Gavin?"

"Kreacher, we need a place to sleep. Would you clean a couple bedrooms for us?" Gavin asked finally. Kreacher sprang to his feet and instantly popped out. They immediately heard thumps and muffled yells from further down the hallway.

There was a long silence as all three exchanged puzzled glances. Finally, Sirius clapped his hands together and started for the hallway. "Well, let's take a look around and see how bad the rest of the house is."

Gwydion and Gavin used most of the first day they were in Grimmauld Place to set additional wards on the old house. Sirius's father had paid a small fortune to have protections set on the manor when he became Head of House, and they were still strong to this day, but the boys added elven and goblin wards as well to make the house nearly impregnable and virtually undetectable by magical means. Sirius found the Head of House ring in a cabinet in the drawing room, and once he put it on the wards were tied to him and they began to recharge.

It took a week to make the house livable…barely. Sirius found an old wand that would work for him that had once belonged to his father, Orion Black, so he was able to help once he got more of his strength back. Kreacher had continued to bow and grovel before the twins, much to their embarrassment, but he kept a civil tone with Sirius after several admonishments from both boys.

They had discovered the portrait of Sirius's mother in the front entry hall; she had woken up with a scream when Sirius stumbled over a hideous umbrella stand and started howling out curses at them until they managed to close a set of moth-eaten velvet drapes over her. Gavin eventually persuaded Kreacher to remove Walburga from the wall and place the portrait in the attic, along with those of a number of the other more unpleasant Black ancestors and a grotesque plaque with house elf heads. It turns out the portrait in Sirius's old bedroom was of his namesake, a fellow prankster who had died a few years before Sirius was born, and one of the few Black ancestors Sirius admitted to getting along with.

Money soon became a problem however. Sirius had managed to find a stash of galleons hidden in a false drawer in a desk, but they had soon spent them on food and other needed supplies Kreacher was sent to buy in Diagon Alley. They would need to go to Gringotts.

"Yes Gavin, I know it will be dangerous going out in public, especially to Diagon Alley, but we need to get to my vault or we won't be eating." Sirius paced back and forth across the drawing room, while the boys listened from where they were perched on an antique sofa with their elbows on their crossed legs. Gavin had his head supported on his hands, idly watching dust motes floating in the sunlight streaming through a newly cleaned window. He'd been arguing against this since Sirius had first brought the idea up. "You could both use some clothes too."

"We need to talk to the Goblins as well, Gavin," Gwydion added quietly, even though he was just as worried about this idea as his brother was. "We could all put glamours on, but the goblins can see through them. They consider it an insult to deal with someone under glamour, and I'm not sure how they will react to you, Sirius. I'm not familiar with this clan, and who knows how far from normal customs they've drifted due to their contact with wizards."

Gavin stirred, lifting his head to look at his twin. "An additional worry is that we might be detected by Hunters if any have been positioned in the Alley to watch for us. They would be able to spot a glamour if we used one. The elven version of the disillusionment charm is very hard to detect," he explained for Sirius's sake, "so they could easily hide and we would never spot them until it was too late, and we can't use it because of how many people you say will be there. It would be impossible to move through the crowds without drawing attention."

"How about we use disguises then, instead of glamour's; I can go in my animagus form, since it's not registered and only a couple people know about it, put a small wizard charm on your ears and the runes to hide them, and maybe change your hair color with muggle dye?" Sirius suggested finally. "I found enough pound notes to buy hair dye." Gavin still looked doubtful so he explained that the type of charm he had in mind was one used by a lot of the witches, and the more vain wizards, to conceal acne or a blemish. Probably half the wizards and witches in Diagon Alley would be using them.

Gavin looked at his brother for a long moment. "Stand up," he urged, pushing on Gwydion's knee to get him off the sofa. He rose as well, and pushed his brother into the center of the room and then began circling him slowly. "It might work…we don't look at all like we used to when we're dressed in wizard clothes. If we put on cloaks and put the hoods up…," he nodded finally. "I think it would work."

In the end, they decided to go during the most crowded time of day. They would be hidden in the crowd, and any invisible watchers would have trouble reaching them without notice.

The street door of the Leaky Cauldron opened quietly and two children with wavy brown shoulder length hair entered with a large black dog on a leash. They were dressed in muggle clothing with hooded cloaks on over open wizarding robes and looked like young muggle-born wizards. The patrons quieted for a moment as they glanced at the newcomers, but resumed their conversations when they saw nothing interesting.

The boys walked over to where Tom was wiping the bar and politely asked him to open the way to the Alley for them.

"Aye, I can do that you. Is this your first visit?" Tom asked curiously. He didn't remember seeing them before, and he prided himself on never forgetting a face.

"No, but it has been a long time since we were here last," one of the twins said politely. "We were really young."

"We'll be going to school next fall, so I'm sure you'll see us again," the other added, tugging on the dog's leash when it tried to sniff the innkeeper's leg. "We're in a bit of a hurry, if you don't mind," he prompted when Tom made no move to open the door through the wall.

"Oh, right. Here you go…," Tom said, tapping the correct bricks with his wand. "Have a good time boys, and stop by for a butter beer on your way out!"

"That went well," Gavin admitted with a sigh as the wall closed back up behind them. "Where do we go now, Sirius?"

The black dog stepped past the boys and began leading them down the cobblestone street towards a large white building further down, across from where another alley branched off, twisting and dodging around numerous people trying to get their shopping done before the heavy grey clouds opened up and it began to rain again.

Remus stopped suddenly, half-way out the door of Flourish & Blotts with several books tucked under his arm, causing another customer to run into him. 'Did I just see what I thought I saw? A large black dog? No…it wasn't likely,' he thought. 'Sirius isn't that stupid, even if he was the bastard who betrayed James and Lily to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. But still….'

"Could you move, sir?" An overweight witch with frizzy yellow hair pushed impatiently past him, knocking the books out of his hold. He bent down to pick up his books and by the time he looked up again, the dog was gone. "The nerve of some people…," she huffed, dragging an overweight toddler after her.

Sirius led the boys up a set of white stairs to a set of burnished bronze doors, flanked by two goblins in a uniform of scarlet and gold.

Gwydion and Gavin looked to make sure nobody was watching, then nodded to both guards and greeted them quietly. "Greetings, Rock-Hands-Who-Protect."

Gavin addressed the one closest to him. "Have you seen any of the Wood folk today?" Goblins refer to the Elves as the 'Wood folk' because of the names they have taken after different types of trees.

The goblins looked at the boys in surprise. Few wizards, such as they appeared to be, learned Gobbledegook. Even fewer learned it with the proper accent, and none would have recognized their clan ranking unless they had lived within the goblin tunnels.

The goblins turned toward the boys, one of them putting his hand on the handle of a large knife and partially drawing it. "Who are you wizard, that you ask about the Wood folk? Speak with a golden tongue, or feel my steel!"

Sirius growled low and moved to stand between the boys and the goblin. Gwydion put his hand on his godfather's back and tightened his hold on the leash. While this challenge sounded threatening, it was actually a courtesy. They were being given the benefit of the doubt, as this was a standard greeting for when members of one goblin clan were visiting the tunnels of another.

"We are aur ffrinds, mabwysiadus cymciwdod Bogrod," Gavin replied, smiling in a way that showed all his teeth and moving his hand subtly in the way that meant 'friend' as opposed to 'foe' in the goblin battle language. "May I ask your names?"

The goblin slid the knife back into the sheath and bowed respectfully, his voice courteous as he answered. "I am Recslot, and this is my cousin Marsnip. We have not seen any of the Wood folk in the alley today, but they have been here as recently as yesterday." He hesitated and looked closer at the twins. "If you are the ones I think you are, Chief Ragnok wishes to speak with you."

Sirius looked up at Gavin and whined softly, a confused expression on his doggy face. 'What had just happened?' he thought. 'I've got to learn Gobbledegook; I've never seen a courteous goblin before.'

"That may be so, we will inquire about this. May your enemies die a hundred deaths, Rock-Hands-Who-Protect Recslot, and Marsnip," Gwydion nodded again and continued into the foyer of the bank. On the wall before a second set of doors was what he recognized to be a rune spell, over written by a poem in English. Each time someone read it a protective spell was reinforced.

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

"Very sly," Gavin said softly, tilting his head at the poem as they went through the doors.

Gwydion nodded slightly, his attention on the lines of people waiting in front of the goblin tellers. He looked around, and finally spotted two guards standing on either side of a doorway, and nudged Gavin with his elbow. "Over there…they're Steel-Hands, they'd have the authority to call Ragnok."

Gavin nodded, and they moved casually over to the guards, bypassing the rest of the wizards. Gavin moved to stand so as to shield Gwydion from prying eyes while his brother addressed the guards.

"I greet you, Steel-Hands-Who-Protect," Gwydion said softly, catching the guards attention discretely. "We have a need to speak in private with the Clan Chief, Ragnok. If you would, please tell him the aur ffrinds of Ripthroat are here. I believe he is expecting us?"

One of the guards nodded slightly and stepped through the door for a moment. Shortly afterwards the door opened and the guard waved them in.

A small goblin waited inside. It turned and beckoned them to follow it down a long corridor, to a large door that looked to be carved from solid gold. Two more guards stood silently beside the ornate door, gripping long spears in addition to the large knives the other guards had worn; one moved to open the door as they approached.

"Sirius, you need to change back as soon as we are inside. Bow when I point to you, and whatever you do, don't speak unless you are asked a direct question…do you understand?" Gavin asked softly. "Take the concealing charms off of us as well, please?"

Sirius gave a soft woof, and followed the boys through the door, changing immediately back to human shape as the door closed and straightening his robes. A quick wave of his wand and the boy's ears were back to normal and the runes on their faces reappeared.

The office they had entered was large, and quite impressive. The walls were polished white marble, with numerous niches filled by pedestals topped with what appeared to be ornate goblin battle armor. Light from several crystal chandeliers glinted off the numerous swords, spears, bardiche's and throwing axes hanging on display. A large ornate desk faced the door, and three comfortable looking chairs were placed before it.

A door at the back of the room opened as they approached the desk, and a regal looking goblin entered, walking to the desk and standing beside it, hands clasped behind his back.

"We greet you, Ragnok, Battle Chief of clan Gringotts. I am Gavin Deoladwyth ab Emrys," Gavin said, clasping his hands behind his back as well and bowing deeply to the goblin chief, receiving a bow in return. "This is my brother Gwydion Aneirin Crochenydd ab Emrys."

Gwydion bowed just as Gavin had, and introduced the remaining member of their party. "This is my Godfather, Sirius Orion Black," he said, switching to English as he gestured gracefully toward Sirius. "Lord of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black."

Sirius, catching the signal, bowed deeply as well, receiving a nod from the goblin in return.

"You are all known to me, by reputation, if not by name," Ragnok said politely. "Please sit. Would you join me in tea?" He gestured toward the chairs and when they all nodded, he reached out to touch a small grey globe sitting to one side on his desk.

By the time they had settled in their seats, a small goblin had entered with a tray containing a silver tea service and four cups. A second goblin followed with a tray of finger sandwiches and tiny cakes. "Please, help yourselves," Ragnok said with a gesture towards the food, taking a small cake for himself, and a cup of tea as the small goblin filled them.

Sirius took a cup and raised it to his lips. "Be careful, Sirius," Gavin whispered. "This is goblin tea; it may be a bit strong."

The wizard nodded slightly and took a careful sip. His eyes widened in shock and he struggled not to grimace at the bitter, biting, taste of the hot liquid. He noticed Ragnok's smirk, and deliberately took a second deeper swallow of the…tea. Gwydion and Gavin watched with amusement, emptying their cups with evident enjoyment and holding them out to the young goblin for refills.

"So, you are aur ffrinds?" Ripthroat smiled, showing a large number of sharp teeth. "Ripthroat has told me about you."

Gwydion nodded to the chief, and dug in his cloak. "I have brought a gift, the merest trifle of course," he said as he handed a small wooden box to the goblin. "Ripthroat has said you enjoy these."

Ragnok reached across his desk and picked up the box, carefully opening it. He looked into it for a moment, his face expressionless, but then his lips lifted into a smile that showed more teeth then seemed possible, and he began to laugh. "Indeed," he said eventually, still snickering. "Please express my appreciation to Ripthroat."

Sirius leaned forward, trying to see into the box, curious as to what would get that reaction from the goblin leader. The goblin closed the box abruptly, smirking at the wizard.

"I'm afraid it is a…goblin thing, Sirius," Gavin said with a grin that showed all his teeth in the goblin manner. "You wouldn't understand." Sirius sat back, scowling slightly.

"Enough pleasantries…," Ragnok said abruptly. "How may I be of assistance?"

Gwydion shifted in his seat, setting his elbow on the armrest and twisting a piece of hair between his fingers as he thought. "We need information. Our Grandfather is missing, somewhere in a healer's hall. We don't know what happened to him, or where he is. We have Hunter's looking for us on behalf of the High Council. We need a way to break their power over us and send the Hunters back to Cymru."

Gavin leaned forward and took another small cake, turning it in his fingers as he spoke. He nodded as the young goblin lifted the teapot with a questioning look, and held his cup to be refilled. "There are other's who search for us, factions from various Groves. They need to be stopped before open warfare breaks out between the Groves and draws the other races into the conflict. One of those groups killed our Great Grandmother, Etain of Eldergrove and kidnapped us, leading to our flight to this world. We believe one of these groups was also responsible for the death of my godfather. I would like… revenge…if this is possible."

Ragnok nodded, his face suddenly grim. Revenge on enemies was quite acceptable among the goblins; in fact they had refined it to an art form.

Gavin glanced over at Sirius, smiling slightly at his confused expression. The wizard didn't realize they were negotiating with the goblin leader for his assistance, but he was staying quiet as they'd requested. Value given for value received, the basic principle of commerce. Of course, it was always best to receive more than you gave. Once they were done listing their needs, the goblin leader would list his requirement for compensation, either monetary, political, or something of a more esoteric nature given their avatar status.

Gwydion spoke again, still playing with his hair. "Lord Black is believed to have betrayed my parents, totally untrue of course, but nevertheless the Ministry is searching for him. We need a way to prove his innocence so he can openly protect us in the wizarding world. We are searching for Peter Pettigrew, the one who led Voldemort to my home, but we are not able to do this openly while the other issues remain unresolved. There is also the matter that we removed Sirius from the wizard prison in a…less than legal manor." Sirius started to turn red as his anger rose, and Gwydion waved his hand, casting a silencing charm on the hot tempered wizard. There was too much at stake for him to blow up and insult Ragnok.

Ragnok smirked at Gwydion's comment; the silencing charm hadn't gone unnoticed. He didn't have much respect for the wizarding government, so the boys successful …circumvention… of their 'justice' system was amusing to him. He actually had a bit of respect for the newly risen Lord Black, and wasn't unsympathetic to his plight.

"Ripthroat had reason to suspect that someone, either Dumbledore or the Ministry, would attempt to claim my inheritance from my parents? Have there been any attempts so far?" Gwydion stopped for a moment as Sirius started choking, trying to break the charm. He waved his hand again, releasing the man so he could speak. "Do you have anything to add, Sirius?"

Sirius cleared his throat and glared at Gwydion. He knew who had silenced him, and intended to bring the matter up once they got back to Grimmauld Place. "You've said that you need to be enrolled at Hogwarts in two years. We will need identities for both of you, and an official guardian to keep the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore, at bay. Even if I'm cleared, we will need a way to explain you two…we can't let it get out that you are Elves. I don't trust Dumbledore, or his vigilante group, the Order of the Phoenix. We need a way to keep them away from us." Sirius paused for a moment as another matter came to mind. "There's also the issue of the Potter's will. Was it ever processed, if so, why was James and Lily's son sent to her muggle sister? I know they had made arrangements for his care, should something happen to them, and they did not include the Dursleys." He stopped and turned to look at Gwydion. "Dumbledore blocked me from claiming you, after your parents were killed. I think if I'd had you, I'd never have gone after Peter."

Ragnok nodded thoughtfully. "I will think on your requirements, and get back to you when I have solutions." He sat up straighter in his chair and set his teacup back on the tray. Gwydion and Gavin immediately did the same. Gwydion nudged Sirius and prompted him to follow suit. "Is there anything more I can assist you with today?"

Gavin and Gwydion rose from their seats, Sirius following suit a moment later, and bowed respectfully.

"We will need access to the Black and Potter vaults, if it is not too much trouble," Gavin requested. "Possibly some galleons converted to muggle pounds. And, of course, we were never here today."

"Of course," Ragnok nodded agreement, and touched the grey sphere once more. The door they had entered through opened immediately, and a goblin stepped inside. "Griphook will take you to your vaults." Ragnok stood, bowed slightly to the boys, and nodded to Sirius. "I shall get back to you when I have made a decision."

"May your gold roll in like the tides of the ocean, clan leader," Gavin intoned, bowing deeply to the goblin. Gwydion also bowed deeply, a half second behind his brother, and nudged Sirius until he caught on and bowed as well.

Gwydion put his hand on Sirius's arm and pushed him gently towards the door. Both boys nodded to the goblin clan leader once more, then turned and walked rapidly to the door, pulling Sirius along with them.

"What was all that about," Sirius hissed, pulling Gwydion back so the goblin leading them got a bit ahead. "You told him too much…what if they sell us out!"

Gwydion sighed. "We were negotiating for the goblin's help. We have a lot of people after us, and they may or may not be in a position to help. It's a matter of gauging how much profit there is in it for them if they help, or what if might cost them if they refuse. This is the custom; we're in their home, so we go by their rules." He waited for a moment as Griphook opened a final door, revealing a rough stone passageway with a cart of some sort attached to a rail. "They won't sell us out without giving us the chance to counter the offer."

Sirius frowned and started to protest. Gwydion shook his head and nodded toward the goblin who was obviously listening to their conversation. "Later."

Sirius nodded reluctantly and climbed into the cart after Gavin, leaving Gwydion to sit on the other side of the seat.

"Which vault are we going to first, Griphook," Gavin asked quietly, aware that Sirius was angry, and trying to distract him.

"We will go to the Potter trust vault first, and then Black vault. Do you wish to visit your family vault as well, Lord Potter? You are aware that you cannot take any galleons out of that vault, or anything of great value, until you are 17?"

Gwydion blinked, startled by the question. He looked at Sirius questioningly and his godfather shook his head, leaving it up to him. "Yes, the trust vault, and then the family vault."

AN- Here's the translations for the Welsh phrases in this chapter.

"We are gold friends, affiliated with clan Bogrod."

aur ffrinds (gold friends)

mabwysiadus (affiliates)

cymciwdod (of the clan)

Gavin's middle name is Deol + adwyth (banish misfortune)