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Lily walked briskly into her office on the Sunday morning. This was getting ridiculous, really. It was Sunday! Maybe she should suddenly become impelled to be religious, which would give her a break for at least an hour every Sunday morning.

As she was contemplating joining a church of some sort, she walked into her office which was now painted a vibrant lime green. Lime green had always been Lily's favorite color; It was just so odd and out there, she adored it. All her furniture was white to match the trim of the room and the once neat office was now cluttered with endless paper work. Her bookshelves were lined with volumes containing information about runes, charms, math, and other magical subjects that pertained to her job. All over her walls and desk were framed photos of Lily and friends from their Hogwarts days. The largest hung right over her desk and was of her and four certain boys that she missed terribly.

Lily didn't bother dressing up for work anymore as she had for her first week of employment. Today she literally came dressed in her pajamas. She was wearing an old pair of gray sweatpants that said CHASER in maroon scrawl across the back with a small snitch under the R. She was wearing a matching maroon tank top that also said CHASER in the same scrawl, except this was in gold. On the back of her tank top was a glorious gold lion. She topped off this fancy look by throwing her hair into a messy ponytail and putting on a pair of gold flip-flops.

She had barely thrown her bag down and sat in her desk chair when she noticed the parchment on her desk that read "Staff Meeting 8:00. Humans Only." A quick glance at the clock on her wall told Lily that she had four minutes to get down to the staff room. Sighing, she pulled herself out of the comfortable chair and out of her calming office.

At exactly 7:59 Lily walked into the Staff Room. Aiden, Taylor, Skippy, and Dolocelli were already in there. All five human workers. No wonder why she had such long hours. With a sigh, Lily realized that even in Gringotts, which was mainly run by goblins, there was prejudice. Hence the reason why this was a human only staff meeting.

Lily fell into her assigned seat which was next to Dolocelli. Lucky her, whenever they had staff meeting they sat in alphabetical order. Mr. Murano always sat at the head of the table with Dolocelli on his right and Lily next to Dolocelli. Aiden sat on Murano's left and Skippy sat next to him. Taylor's seat was on the other side of Skippy.

"Nice outfit Evans," Anthony sneered at her when she sat down.

Looking at what he was wearing, Lily was immediately offended. It wasn't like he was wearing anything better! He was wearing a pair of torn jeans with a faded blue tee shirt. "Like you're wearing anything better," she snapped back at him.

"Where'd you get those clothes?" he spat at her. "I doubt that you have an athletic part of your body and I happen to know that those clothes are only available to the Gryffindor Quidditch Team."

"Well first things first, if I wasn't athletic, how would I have passed my training here?" she all but screamed at him. "And I was Beater for the team for two years!"

To her dismay this didn't impress the proud man at all. "Oh really," he said in a bored tone, "Then why does everything say Chaser?"

Lily immediately blushed red. Why did she have to wear these pajamas today? Why couldn't the meeting have been tomorrow? "If you must know they were my boyfriend's," she muttered.

"I'm surprised you've ever gotten a man," he smirked at her.

Just as Lily was about to reply with a smart comment about Anthony being able to attract men fine, Mr. Murano burst through the door at eight o'clock on the dot.

"Hola, amigos, hola," he greeted them. "Good, good all five of you are here on time," he said offhandedly. "Before I start is there anything that anyone would like to share?"

Anthony raised his hand. Of course, he always had something to say. "Yes Tony?" Carlos asked.

Anthony cleared his throat before he started to speak. "I think that we should establish a dress code," he said with a glance at Lily. "Everyone should have to wear at least a tee shirt. It won't help anyone if some people are giving away free views down their shirts." He finished this off by giving Lily a crude stare.

Lily flushed brighter than ever. Of course he was talking about her, Taylor was flatter than a stick and preferred to come to work in oversized sweatshirts. The stupid sexist man hated her for some unknown reason. It couldn't be just because she was a woman, he treated Taylor just fine. He just loathed Lily!

Carlos shot Lily an uncomfortable look before staring at Anthony determinedly. "Tony, you know as well as I do that that goes against everything that Curse Breakers stand for. If my employees feel comfortable dressed in ponchos and rain boots I don't care as long as they get the work done."

Tony just sulked. "Does anyone have some serious issues?" Carlos continued. No one answered. With an anxious sigh Murano said, "I guess I'm the only one then. The goblins lately have been restless. As you all know, four days ago five goblins went missing. I have a feeling that Galeesh, Spronkle, Firkon, and Jaboltish will not be returning to us."

Skippy interrupted Murano. "What about Wrollongsk? You forgot about him."

Murano's eyes crinkled into a twisted smile, although his mouth remained in a straight line. "No I haven't. I know that Wrollongsk will not be returning to us." Murano stepped outside and carried in something under a huge white sheet. He laid it out on the table and pulled the sheet off.

Under the sheet was the most disturbing thing Lily had ever seen. Wrollongsk had never been the friendliest of creatures, even by the usual standard of goblins. But still, for someone to do that kind of damage to him was a crime against humanity. Not that he was human or anything, but when he was living he still breathed and talked and had feelings and emotions. Not that any of those things mattered now.

His skin had once been the average pale green color that most goblins possessed, but you wouldn't be able to tell that by looking at him now. Everywhere on his body was black, blue, purple, red, any color but what should have been there. There were bruises, oozing wounds, burn marks, and dozens of obvious injuries from spells. Wrollongsk had been short even for goblins, but he appeared to have gained several inches, as if someone had tried to stretch him as to make him taller. He used to be plump, but he was only a pile of bones with flesh barely hanging off of it. The goblin's nose used to be prominently straight and pointy, but it was now about half the size it used to be, with blood stains running down from it. Lily observed his right hand which was the only one she could see; there were two fingers missing. Burned by a wand in the middle of his chest read YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. Underneath that was the Dark Mark.

Lily looked around at her colleagues' faces. Carlos looked around apprehensively, probably wondering if it was too much to show them the actual corpse. Tears were slowly rolling down Taylor's face as she looked anywhere but at the corpse in front of her. Skippy had his arm around Taylor, trying to comfort her quietly. Aiden's eyes were darting angrily around the room, his fists clenched as if he needed to hit something strongly. Every once in a while he would glance down at Wrollongsk and start to shake. Next to her, Anthony's eyes were wide and his mouth was open with shock. All he did was sit there and stare at the body.

"He was on my desk when I came in this morning," Carlos whispered.

Taylor sniffed as she asked, "W-what does it mean 'You have been warned?'"

"Last week I received a letter," Carlos admitted, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. "It…it said that unless we surrendered Gringotts to the Death Eaters there would be trouble. Three days later the five of them disappeared. Four days later Wrollongsk showed back up."

Everyone had terror in their eyes, even Carlos. Suddenly he looked much older than he should have.

"The war is coming to Gringotts."

DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNN! AND THE PLOT DEEPENS! Hehehe, I did a super ooper good job on updating quickly this time! Poor Wrollongsk, he's dead! I miss him already, the nasty little thing that he was...not that I knew him or anything, but it's the thought that counts.

3 DAYS UNTIL BREAKING DAWN. WHOOOOOOOO! Hehe I love Twilight. A lot.

Last time I only got 3 reviews :'(. I guess I deserve that with how horrible I am with updating, but COME ON PEOPLE! This story is favorite of 17 people and on the alert of 30! I'm the favorite of 26 and on the alert of 31! I figure that if you add in the random newer reviewers that should add up to at least 20 bajillion reviews per chapter. Hehehe. No joke. Okay well yes joke. But not really. Please review! YOU PEOPLE INSPIRE ME!

...Sorry I had lots of sugar today. Well I'm off to see BATMAN!

Isabel