Hello everyone. Welcome to my new chapter. This is the part where Harry will go to Gringott and find out more about his family and the wizard world. I don't really got anything else to say, so enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and the Gift of Memories. That honor go to the Engulfing Silence.
Chapter 4: The Founding Chapter
"Okay, I'm done," McGonagall said, putting the book down on her lap. "Who will read next?"
"I will," Lisa T said. "She pick up the book and started chapter 4.
"Chapter 4: The Founding Five…" Lisa T reads. The wizards and witches automatically know what the Founding Five is while the muggles are confused.
I had finally done it! I've finally gained power! Months of experimenting with my strange abilities has no granted me the power to free myself from the control of these sorry excuses for humans!
Everyone automatically got worried. Are these Harry thoughts? And is he talking about
As I sat within the confines of my cupboard, I felt a grin spread across my face as the small ball of light slowly flickered in and out like the flame of a candle caught in a breeze.
"I am still amaze," McGonagall said with a bit of awe, but she is still worried about the first part.
Ever since I had been dumped with these people, I knew that I was different, unique. Special. I could do things they could not. It had not taken me long to learn that this was the reason they hated me so much.
"Petty reasons to hate you," Lisa T muttered bitterly. It was stupid to hate someone who had no control of what they were born with. The others agreed with Lisa T, feeling the same way.
Jealous. The lot of them were jealous that I possessed this amazing power and they did not. They had tried to beat me down so that I would not realize this, but now I knew, and I would not let them walk on me again.
"Um, is this actually Harry?" Tracey said, with obvious worry with in her voice. "I mean, our Harry is more calmer than what we are reading." Well, except the time he humiliated Malfoy for hurting Hannah and Neville, but the book will tell that for them.
Wei answered Tracey question, "Harry is calm and collected person today, but when he was younger he was surrounded with rage." He still remember the anger those eyes hold. He never imagine a child holding so much of it, "Luckily, I manage to teach not to let his anger control him. If it wasn't for that, he probably wouldn't be the boy you knew today." It was also thanked to that Lisa C girl as well.
From the moment I had realized why they hated me so much, I had been practicing with these strange powers. Working hard, practicing, all in the hopes of eventually showing my relatives that they would no longer be able to push me around. I was glad to see it had finally paid off.
"He must've work on it a lot," McGonagall said, impress. No wonder Harry finish his work quickly. He been using his magic ever since he was born.
At first the only thing I could do was make small objects like a feather, or a spring or those spiders, float. I got very tired just keeping them in the air for a few minutes. Now I could hold them for as long as I wanted; I could even make them move! What's more, I could use that same power to push things away from me or pull them to me. I could even lift larger objects like desks ― which I had tried when the Dursley's left on their family trips to the cinema and thought they had locked me in the cupboard ― and now, now that I could do all this and control light, I was ready.
Finally, I would never be a doormat to the Dursley's again.
Finally, they would no longer be able to walk all over me.
Finally, I had power.
Everyone is glad that Harry changed. They did not want to meet the angry Harry. McGonagall felt guilty again, remembering that she and Dumbledore left him in that fate. She, like the others, is glad came to be an angry youth.
It was very hard for Harry Potter to keep his eyes from widening in astonishment when he first entered Diagon Alley. In fact, Harry was quite sure he had failed to keep his eyes from widening because his field of visions seemed to have expanded in the last second from when he had first entered the alley to now.
"That would be the reaction everyone who first went in Diagon Alley, maybe worse," McGonagall said with a bit of amusement. Hermione blush. Harry's reaction was nothing compared to how she acted. Let it be known that she can't hold her composure, ever.
He was very thankful that within the hustle and bustle of the crowd, no one would notice that of a small child walking out from the archway that led to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Can't have no noticing your amaze look. That would be embarrassing," Tracey said, with a teasing grin, making everyone laugh.
Harry's eyes swept back and forth across the wizarding alley, each sight, every smell, every feeling he experienced was committed to memory.
"I am really jealous," Hermione said with a pout. She want that ability real badly.
It was wondrous. Incredible. Never before had Harry ever seen anything like the place he was in now. For the first time in his life, Harry felt very much like a small child that was getting excited over seeing something new.
"So much blackmail," Tracey said with a grin. Lisa C has the same grin and agreed with the girl. Daphne sighed in exasperation. Great. Two Tracey's.
Diagon Alley was, in essence, an alley. It had one main road made of a cobblestone street upon which hundreds if not thousands of witches and wizards tread daily. This road was inlaid with more roads, small branches that wove an interconnecting path. Alongside the road were large buildings that were spaced so close together there was barely any room between them. These buildings were shops, stores that sold all kinds of goods that could only be considered magical. Harry saw everything from shops selling cauldrons that could only be made for potions, to shops selling a vast array of different animals such as mice, toads, and owls, to bookstores, and clothing stores whose clothing looked like something out of the fifteenth century, stores that sold potions ingredients, anything and everything he could think of that might be sold in the wizarding world seemed to be here. And Harry, his eyes moving in vast sweeps around the alley, made sure that nothing escaped his gaze. He wanted to commit everything he saw this day to memory, one he would look back on as his first steps into the wizarding world.
Anastasia's and Lisa C's eyes widen when they saw Diagon Alley on the screen.
"Whoa," "Amazing," Lisa C and Anastasia said respectfully. The place is amazing, if some years behind. Master Wei is also impress, but didn't outwardly show it.
He looked beyond the throng of people. Far above their heads, standing in the distance was a large, white building. Gringotts, the wizarding bank, and the first place Harry needed to visit.
"Kinda look like a regular bank," Anastasia said, as she saw the bank. The wizards and witches hid their snorts. It does, from a distance.
Setting off at a brisk, yet unhurried pace, Harry Potter wove his way between the throng of marching people with ease. Like always his movements were made with a grace that was the combined gift granted to him through his eidetic memory and martial arts training.
"One would mistake him for him a pureblood," Daphne said, with a bit of amusement. That is true. His personality, his skill in persuasion, even the way he walks speaks pureblood.
As he moved, his left hand came up, fingers brushing up against the red cloth now hiding the scar on his forehead. Now that he knew how famous he was, and what the consequences would be if anyone were to find out, he had conjured a bandana to hide his most prominent feature. His scar. It wasn't much of a disguise, he was willing to admit, but it seemed to be working, and that was all that mattered.
"Smart," Hermione, Lisa T, Terry, Daphne, and McGonagall said. The scar is the most prominent feature and nobody will automatically recognize him if he got a bandana on.
As Gringotts bank loomed ever closer, Harry began to realize just how imposing the building truly was. It was large, easily towering over everything else. Made of snow-white marble and at least six stories high. Long, sweeping columns were set into each story of the building, and Harry had to wonder if they were there as a support, or merely decoration. At the front of the building, cast in bold lettering above the entry way was the words Gringotts Bank.
Lisa C's and Anastasia's eyes widen when they saw the building up close while Wei merely raise an eyebrow. Anastasia take back what she said. This is nothing like their bank.
Harry ascended the large, white stone steps and reached the set of burnished bronze doors that led into the wizarding bank. On either side of the doors were a pair of what Harry could only guess were Goblins, the race that owned the bank and governed wizarding finances. They were rather strange looking creatures, to him at least. They were short, with dark, leathery skin. They had long fingers and feet, and the one on the left had a pointed beard. Some of the more common traits, he deduced from the pair before him, was that most goblins seemed to have a long nose, equally long, pointed ears, and very little hair on their head.
Lisa C shiver a little when she saw the goblins. Even with their short size, they're still scary.
All this was taken in with a mere seconds glance, before Harry looked away. It was impolite to stare after all.
Hermione blush, but luckily nobody took notice of it. She was staring at the goblin with wide eyes and open mouth for five minutes. She was glad that the goblins didn't notice or just ignored her. That was an embarrassing.
He continued walking, the goblins parting the doors for him. He found himself in another room. An entrance hall, if he had to guess. On the other side of the hall was another set of doors, these ones were silver.
Continuing on, Harry closed in on the doors and noticed they had words engraved on them:
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.
The two Crawfts, along with the children shivered. The goblins were scary enough, but this that can terrify anybody. They didn't doubt that any thief that try to steal from there, would be most likely dead.
On either side of the door was another pair of goblins. They opened the doors, bowing as Harry made his way through.
On the other side of the doors a vast marble hall sprawled out before him. Harry's sharp eyes swept through the room, his perfect memory allowing him to count the exact number of goblins that were currently roaming around. One hundred and twenty five of those goblins were sitting on high stools behind a long counter, scribbling on large ledgers, weighing coins with brass scales, examining precious stones through eyeglasses. Three hundred and fifty two doors led out of the hall, more goblins could be seen coming and going from these doors, sometimes leading witches and wizards through them. Harry took in everything, then made his way to the closest free goblin.
Tracey whistled, "That is some memory. Imagine the things you could do with it," The first years are thanking Merlin for not letting Tracey have eidetic memory. That would be bad in many ways.
"Excuse me," he called out, bringing the goblins attention to him. Harry only just reached the top of the counter, so the goblin had to tilt his head down quite a ways to see him. "I was told that my parents owned a vault I can withdraw gold from."
According to Professor McGonagall the Potter family was quite rich. It had been she who had first suggested he head over to the bank. She didn't go into much detail other than to tell him that he needed to go to Gringotts in order to withdraw that money.
"I want for him to see how much his family has," McGonagall said, with a little amusement in her eyes. The first years chuckled. Who knew McGonagall have a mischievous side.
The goblin peered down at him with a sneer on it's face. Of course, it had been sneering before it even looked at Harry, so he assumed that was just it's natural facial expression. The goblin's eyes flickered to his forehead, where the bandana was still wrapped around to conceal his scar.
"They probably know," McGonagall said, "The goblins are much smarter than most wizards, so they either figure it out quickly or suspects it." The purebloods nodded in agreement.
"Do you have a key?"
"No," Harry looked the goblin in the eyes and straightened his back. "But I was told that for the right price, one can be made for me."
The goblin paused, his brow ridges raised. Harry stared back, not allowing it's intimidating countenance to bother him.
"Harry doesn't like to be intimated," Neville said, with an amuse smile, "He once stare down at a teacher that was glaring at him," Hermione nodded, since she was there too. Meanwhile, the two Crawfts are shock. Harry, glaring at a teacher? And the teacher was glaring at him? What happen?
After a moment, the stare down ended.
"Very well," it said, then hopped off the stool. "Follow me, Mr. Potter."
Harry followed the goblin through one of the many doors, this one leading to a long hallway. They passed along even more doors, these ones holding plaques with names on them. Burton. Middles. Kenths.These must be the doors that led to a families accountant, he assumed. Soon enough, they reached the door with the word Potter engraved on the plaque. The goblin knocked, once, then opened the door and gestured for Harry to enter.
The room he was led into was a large, cylindrical room. A large bookcase that was bursting with scrolls and tomes was located along the wall, presumably where all the information on the Potter accounts had been stored throughout the years. In the center of the room was a large desk made out of a wood so dark it looked black. Sitting behind that desk was a goblin that looked quite a bit taller than the other ones Harry had seen so far. He was completely bald on top, and had a small, pointed goatee. As Harry walked up to the desk, the goblin looked up from his work. He took one look at Harry, then reached under his desk and slid open one of the drawers. From the drawer he produced two items, which he laid on the desk, a slip of paper and a dagger with ancient symbols Harry had never seen before drawn on it.
"Cut your finger and place three drops on the paper," the goblin instructed.
Before any of them could ask, Daphne explained. "It's a safety precaution. To make sure that it's actually Harry. And nobody knows how that works, except for the goblins."
Harry raised an eyebrow, but did as told. Picking up the knife and slicing his finger open without flinching, he held the open wound over the paper and squeezed three drops onto the parchment. Before anything else could happen, the goblin snatched up the parchment and looked at it. He nodded, once, and then looked at Harry.
"Everything seems to be in order. What can I do for you, Lord Potter."
Harry frowned at the title he had been given, but didn't respond to it. While he was curious, this goblin was giving off an air of impatience. It would not be wise to tempt fate and make it annoyed by asking too many questions.
"Smart as always," McGonagall said with an approving nod. The goblins does get impatient and wouldn't be wise not to take long.
"I would like to check my account, as well as make a withdrawal, however, I do not have a key."
"Hmmm..."
A long, thin fingered hand reached over to a large ledger that sat on one side of the desk. The book was flipped open with a loud 'slam!' and the goblin began rifling through the pages. It would stop on a specific page, trail it's finger down, then begin flipping through more pages. Harry waited patiently, feeling it would be best not to rush the goblin in it's task.
"Here we are."
The goblin flipped the book around so Harry could look at it. The page the goblin had flipped to seemed to contain the information Harry wanted, written in a neat cursive:
Harry James Potter, Heir Apparent to the Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter
Eligible for vaults:
Potter Family Vault upon reaching the age of majority:
6,347,234 galleons, 87 sickles, 62 knuts
Various Heirlooms
Total liquid value: 8,987,341, 119 sickles, 306 knuts
Evans Vault:
76,889 galleons, 75 sickles, 11 knuts
Items Collected from Godric's Hollow
Total Liquid Value: 80,234 galleons, 87 sickles, 14 knuts
Potter Trust Fund:
50,000 galleons to be maxed out every year for school and living expenses.
Eligible deeds for inheritance:
Potter ancestral home – Manchester – destroyed
Potter Flat – London
Potter cabbin – Godric's Hollow – destroyed
The wizards eyes widen at that amount of money, except for Daphne, who raise both eyebrows in surprise. They knew that the Potters was rich, but they didn't know they were that rich.
Anastasia and Lisa C are surprise as well. They don't really know anything about wizard's currency, but a million of anything is worth a lot. Wei is surprise as well, but didn't show it.
Harry found himself staring at the large number that told him how much money was in the Potter Family Vaults. He didn't know how much a galleon was worth, but a million of anything was a lot. And a billion of anything was more than a lot.
"What's the conversion rate from galleons to pounds?" he breathed, his voice a hushed whisper.
The three muggles and Hermione leaned forward, wanting to know how much.
"One galleon is four pounds ninety-seven pence, one sickle is twenty-nine pence, and one knut is one pence."
Harry ran a quick conversion in his head. The net worth of the Potter vault was just over thirty one billion pounds. The Evans vault had a little over four hundred thousand pounds. Combining the two would equal a number just short of fourteen billion pounds.
"WHAT?!" Lisa C, Hermione, and Anastasia screamed out, their eyes wide and mouths open. Wei's eyes widen slightly as well, but only slightly. How can one family be so rich?
That kind of money was ridiculous. There was just no way anyone could have that much money on hand. It was…
"There must be some kind of mistake."
"There is no mistake, Lord Potter."
Harry's head snapped up towards the goblin. His eyes were wide, clear signs of shock. The goblin seemed to find it amusing, for he was giving Harry a smile that showed off the sharp teeth he had.
"How...?" he croaked. "How can anyone have that much money?"
"That what we want to know!" The two muggles and the one muggleborn shouted out. Wei nodded in agreement. How can someone get that much money?
That amount of money was capable of running a small country for nearly a year. It was unfathomable.
The goblin was surprisingly patient as it began giving Harry an explanation to his question. "The Potter family is very old, older even than the Ministry of Magic. They are one of only five families that are more than just Ancient and Most Noble. They, along with the Longbottoms, the Bones, the Blacks, and the Peverelles, are what we call founding families, for it was they who had a hand in creating the Ministry of Magic as it is today. Some believe that these families were even alive during the time of Four Founders themselves, though that is up for debate."
Hermione is scribbling all this down like crazy, getting some amused looks from her friend. Oh Hermione.
"Founding families?" Harry furrowed his brow. "Ancient and Most Noble? Is that like some kind of title given to old, rich families?"
"I see you do not know much about your heritage," the goblin stated with a frown.
"Blame Headmaster Dumbledore and that poor excuse of a family," McGonagall grumbled, still angry at the fact that his relatives abused him for being born with magic.
"It seems I know next to nothing about my heritage," Harry responded to the goblins statement a bit bitterly. Honestly, he wasn't quite sure what to think when it came to this new bit of knowledge. His parents had never mentioned their status within magical society, almost like they hadn't cared about that (knowing his dad and mum they probably didn't), and it wasn't like he could blame them since they had a psychopath coming after them and, according to Professor McGonagall, they had been in the middle of the war. Their status in the wizarding world probably hadn't mattered at the time.
"Harry isn't unreasonable," Daphne said, "He wouldn't jump to conclusion like most people would." Everyone nodded in agreement to that.
Still, if his family was so important to wizarding society, then why was he sent to live with his non magical relatives? Relatives who not only knew next to nothing of magic (beyond what little Petunia knew thanks to his mum), but also hated magic with a passion. Why not have someone who could teach him about his place within the wizarding world raise him? At the very least Dumbledore should have sent someone over to him to help teach him about magical society a year or two before he started going to Hogwarts so that he would have all the necessary information to make informed decisions that would help solidify his position among his peers.
"Believe us Mr. Potter, we are wondering the same thing," McGonagall said, getting nods all around. The least the man could do was send someone to tutor him.
It bothered him that he, on top of being a magical celebrity who had done nothing to earn his fame, happened to belong to a family that was apparently partially responsible for creating the very government that Britain's magical society was founded upon.
"Most guys would actually get excited, and a bit arrogant," Terry said, which Tracey respond by saying, "But Harry isn't most guys." Again, everyone agreed on that.
"Hmm..." the goblin looked at him for a few seconds, before apparently coming to some kind of decision. "Well, there is not much I can do to help you with your lack of knowledge. Even if I did have all the information you would need to know your station in life, it would take far too long to explain."
"I understand," Harry forced himself to say. He didn't like not knowing everything, especially when it came to something as monumental as this,
"Like always," Tracey teased, getting some laughs.
but they had already wasted enough time and the goblin looked like he was beginning to get impatient. It was hard to tell since they all seemed to be scowling constantly. "I would like to access my vaults."
"Unfortunately," the goblin started, and Harry had to resist groaning as he realized that there was more bad news ahead. "You will not be able to enter the Potter vault until you come of age."
"So I won't be able to access the Potter vault until I'm eighteen?"
"Seventeen," the goblin corrected, and Harry raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
The muggles and muggleborn are curious as well. Guess there is another difference between the magical and non-magical world, but not by much.
Eighteen was the age where people were considered adults in the non-magical world. Was there a reason it was different in this one? Deciding he would find out later, Harry smoothly changed topics.
"You said nothing of the Evans Vault."
"Indeed," the goblin smirked. "As the Evans Vault was one opened by your mother, and not tied into the Potter family accounts, you are eligible to open it despite not being of age."
"Very well," Harry didn't even need to think before making a snap decision. "I would like to see the Evans Vault first, and then my Trust fund."
"Very well," the goblin reached into another drawer and pulled out two keys, which he handed over to Harry. "These will allow you to access the vaults in question. Griphook!" As he shouted what Harry could only assume was a name, the door to the office opened up and another Goblin walked into the room. This particular goblin looked very much like most other goblins, short with a large nose and pointed ears. He had several skin spots on his head, which was bald at the top and had hair sweeping down near the back.
"How can you tell one goblin, one from another?" Lisa C asked. All of them almost look exactly the same.
Blaise answered, "From what my mum told me, it'll take practice. You would need to in order to do business in Gringott."
Harry turned back to goblin in charge of his vaults as said creature spoke. "Griphook will lead you to your vaults."
"Follow me," the goblin turned around and walked out without waiting to see if Harry would follow him. Frowning, the young wizard took off at a brisk walk to catch up with the much shorter goblin. He was soon led out of the hallway and into another hall that was much different from the splendor he had seen so far. The hallway itself was sloped, moving down and informed him that the vaults were underneath the surface of the bank. Granite and rock covered all sides of the hall from floor to ceiling. The floor was uneven and pocked with marks that let him know this cave was likely very old, and the only light in the dank, dark space were the lit torches that were evenly spaced along the hall.
"Kinda like a dungeon," Lisa C said, looking at the place on the screen. Wizards and witches look at the screen, never really thought about it. It does look like a dungeon, now that she mention it.
They eventually came to what looked like a cart on a railway. The cart was old and rickety, and looked like it would be thrown off it's hinges at the slightest provocation. Likewise, the railway seemed to travel along an erratic path that looked almost like a roller coaster of some kind. At least, the part of the railway he could see did. It was so dark in the cavernous space that he could only see maybe fifteen meters in front of him.
All the wizards, except Tracey and Hannah, shivered when they saw the cart. The goblins love to torture them with that ride, they were sure of it.
"Get inside of the cart please," Griphook spoke in an impatient tone. Harry got the feeling this particular goblin didn't like humans very much, or maybe he was just naturally rude.
"Why would he hate humans?" Anastasia asked, curious. Being the history girl, Lisa T answered.
"The goblins and the wizards fought in the goblin war centuries ago," Lisa T said, "The wizards won, so the goblins were forced to serve wizards in Gringott and was stripped of their privalege of getting a wand." Anastasia nodded in understanding. That would be a reason to hate humans.
He was going to have to look up more information on goblins when he got the chance so he could understand them better. Despite his thoughts and musings, Harry entered the cart and sat down. Griphook moved into the cart as well, standing at the front where he pulled a lever.
There was no gradual increase, no warning. One moment the cart was at a standstill, and the next it was blazing it's way along the tracks at a speed that made Harry's eyes water. He did not know how fast they were going, but even to his incredibly perceptive eyes everything just seemed to be blurring by. They were going extremely fast. The only thing he could really make out were when they had passed over a large pit of flowing lava.
The wizards and witches shivered once again. That thing was evil!
Despite this, or perhaps because of it, Harry found himself actually enjoying the ride.
"What?!" Lisa T, Terry, Daphne, Susan, Neville, Blaise, and Hermione said in shock. How can you like that ride?!
It was one of his few vices, and a secret that only Lisa and her parents knew of, but Harry was an adrenaline junky.
"He is?" The wizards and witches asked, surprised by that information. Harry is the picture of calmness, so they are surprise by this. Well, that explain why he enjoy flying a broom so much.
There had been a few times in the past few years where the Crawft family had gone to various amusement parks that had a lot of roller coasters, and more often then not they had taken Harry with them.
He still remembered the very first time he had ever gone on a roller coaster before. It was one of the best times of his life, and one of the worst times of Lisa's.
Lisa C's stomach churned when she remember her first time on the rollercoaster. Yep, one of the worst times in her life.
The girl had actually gotten quite sick, and ended up throwing up her lunch after the ride had finished. She probably would have thrown up on the ride itself, save for the fact that she had been far too busy screaming her lungs out.
Two image of Lisa C screaming and her puking her guts after the rollercoaster, made everyone laugh. Lisa C blush in embarrassment and curse the book for mentioning that.
Harry remembered telling her that she didn't have to go on another roller coaster if she didn't want to, he had even offered not to go on anymore if it made her happy.
"That's sweet," Susan said softly. It was nice of Harry to consider his friend.
Of course, Lisa being Lisa had taken that as a challenge, and pretty much demanded he go on the largest and fastest roller coaster he could find.
"The more I hear about you, the more I think you're just like Tracey," Daphne said dryly, "Which isn't a good thing." The two girls pouted at that.
"You're mean Daph."
"I try."
Even to this day, whenever they went to a theme park and Harry went on a ride with enough twists and turns to make a persons stomach jump into their throat, she would go on it too, even if most of the ones he enjoyed ended up making her sick.
Really, Harry had no idea what to do with that girl.
"Trust me Harry, I know how you feel."
"MUM!"
All too soon the cart came to a screeching halt. The action was so sudden that were it not for his quick reflexes in grabbing onto the guardrail he might have actually been thrown off. They stopped in front of an ancient looking door. It was large, and round, and looked like it was made of some kind of metal.
"Key," Griphook held out his hand, and Harry put the key in it. The goblin was quick to move over to the vault, where he proceeded to lift a flap behind which the lock was hidden.
Inserting the key, Griphook twisted. There was a loud grinding noise that Harry could only presume were the locks to the door. It made him wonder just how old this vault was.
"Older than Dumbledore and McGonagall combine maybe," Tracey joked, getting snickers from Lisa C, Terry, and Hannah. The three cowed under the stern teacher's glare.
Hadn't it only been opened within the past twenty or so years? The grinding noise came to a halt and was soon followed by a loud 'clang' of the locks settling into place. Green smoke billowed out of the doorway as it opened, and Griphook stepped aside to allow him entrance.
The room Harry found himself was quite extraordinary. It was a cylindrical room, fairly large, and was neatly organized. On one side was what Harry could only presume to be money, large piles of golden galleons, columns of silver sickles, and heaps of little bronze knuts.
"Wow," The muggles and Hermione said, amaze at the amount of money inside it.
Looking at it now made Harry realize just how much money was truly in here, and it also made him wonder, if this was what the amount of money in his mother's vault looked like, then what would all that money in his family vault look like?
Everyone imagine what that vault would look like. Probably filled with bunch of gold, silver, and bronze, with jewelry and special items as well.
On the other side of the room were boxes, plastic boxes to be exact. Harry was quite surprised to find non-magical containers within Gringotts. Then again, he was only assuming the containers were non-magical because so far it didn't look like the magical world had discovered the wonders of plastic yet.
"They didn't," Susan, Hannah, and Tracey deadpanned. They know a little about the non-magical world and they know that the magical world discover plastic yet.
There were only a few containers in any case, six in total. They were white with a black lid covering them. Nothing remarkable, at least on the outside, but whatever was on the inside could easily be considered treasure, at least to him.
"Please be quick and gather what you need," Griphook said from where he stood outside of the room. "We still have another vault to travel to."
Anastasia huff at that. What are rude goblin! Then again, it look like most of the goblins there are rude and/or impatient. Makes you wonder how can you deal with people like that.
Harry frowned at the goblin's rudeness, but didn't comment as he made his way over to the boxes. Without preamble he began opening them and going through the contents. There didn't seem to be anything to remarkable, most of it was clothing, both of the male and female variety. He did find a few small gems though, some family photos and a few picture books, the real treasures as far as he was concerned. He was quick to grab those and place them within the back pack he had taken with him this morning. After shoving the items into his bag, he was about to stand up when something else caught his attention.
It was a small case about the size of his forearm. It looked almost like a jewelery case that could be found in non-magical stores. It was black, with golden script written in elegant cursive. Ollivanders. With slightly shaky fingers, Harry opened the box in order to see what was inside.
Sitting on a plush, purple cushion was what anyone unfamiliar with the object would call a stick. It was dark brown, a little over ten inches in length, and had gently curved grooves running down it's length. Despite having not seen it for a little over ten years, Harry would recognize his mother's wand anywhere.
"Wait, you don't think he would…" Hannah trailed off and everyone is on the same track as her.
Harry gently picked up the wand, and as he did a strange feeling came over him. He was not sure how to properly describe the feeling. Acceptance, perhaps. Love. Safety. There were many feelings that he could perceive while holding the wand. And he was not sure if the feelings he could detect were coming from him or from the wand itself. Maybe a combination of both.
"Awww," The women cooed out. It seem like Harry feel a connection to his mother.
Releasing a slow breath, he placed the wand back into the case and closed the lid, before stowing it in a small pouch near the front of his back pack.
"And he did it," Daphne stated, "I'm not really surprise, considering it is Harry we're talking about." Everyone nodded in agreement to that.
McGonagall frown. She have a feeling that Harry is going to use that wand.
He looked around the vault one more time, before determining that he was done here. Walking out of the vault, Harry stopped in front of Griphook, who looked to have been waiting for him impatiently.
"I'm done here now," he said softly. He looked back into the vault one last time as it closed, then got into the cart that would take him to his trust vault.
"And done," Lisa T said, closing the book. "Who's up next?"
And that's the end. I'm sorry that this chapter isn't really exciting, but I couldn't really think of anything. I hope you enjoyed it a little. Review, Follow, and Favorite and I will see you later.