Hey! I'm back again! SORRY IT HAS TAKEN SO LONG TO UPDATE THIS! I HAVE THE FIRST & CHAPTERS WRITTEN, I JUST HATE HAVING TO TYPE THEM INTO THE COMPUTER SO I'VE BEEN PROCRASTINATING! SORRY! YOU CAN HATE ME IF YOU WANT!Please review guys. I have only gotten 7 reviews, 4 of which are from the same person (no offense Katie) I really like knowing what you guys think of my work. Thanks to all of you who have reviewed, by the way. It makes me happy, and the happier I am, the less likely I'll forget to update. Such as today. I didn't write a new chapter today, and if it weren't for the fact that my manuscript was a chapter ahead of the published version, I wouldn't have updated today.

Draco: MMmmMm-m!

Vampyress: No, I will not take the duct tape off of your mouth. You were being a jerk!

Evelyn: Vampyress, you have some serious issues.

Vampyress: Well yeah. I'm talking to you guys, and you're just figments of my imagination!

Cissy: Draco! There you are! (turns to Vampyress) YOU DO NOT OWN MY SON! STOP KIDNAPPING HIM!

Evelyn: Well she doesn't really own anything else, either… sooo…

DEICATION: KATY, (different Katy from chapter 2) BECAUSE SHE HELPED ME WITH MY LATIN HOME WORK! I FREAKING HATE LATIN!

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The vault was piled high with coins similar to the ones Cissy had purchased my wand with an hour previous. Besides that, there was some really awesome jewelry and some treasury things like golden chalices and decorative swords.

"Um… I think this is the wrong vault." I turned to Grizbac.

He shook his head. "Nay, this is the right one. The Lestrange vault. Any goblin in all of Britain could find their way here."

I gasped when something clicked in my mind. "D-did you just call this the "Lestrange" vault?" I asked, as the scene from earlier at Olivander's replayed in my mind. Olivander had thought I had said Lestrange and he got all freaked out, and now this Goblin says that every goblin in all of Britain could find their way to Lestrange's vault. Its almost as though that name is following me."

"Aye, that be what I said," he grunted, as I stood there in front of the door trying to make sense of it all.

I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, and looked to see Sister Narcissa sweeping a handful of gold coins into a leather bag that hung on her hip.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"I paid for your wand, remember?" Cissy asked.

"Oh, right." Have I mentioned how much I hate this woman?

Seriously. Who does she think she is? She ought to be begging me to let her pay for my stuff. I was really starting to get sick of her nasty little attitude. Perhaps I should remind her that I am superior to her in every way.

"Very Well. Explain how this strange monetary system works." I looked at Sister Narcissa pointedly, waiting for her to speak and then to bow or grovel or something along those lines.

She didn't. Instead, she intentionally continued to ignore me. I balled my fists, fighting the urge to deck the bitch, right then and there. Instead I looked over at the goblin and nodded in order to signal that since my companion was ignoring me, he was to step up and speak in her place.

He did so, explaining how galleons (the gold coins) were worth the most, knuts (the bronze ones) were worth the least, and sickles, the silver ones, were in between.

I nodded my appreciation and dismissed the funny little man, who scurried out of the vault in order to wait for us outside the door.

I then walked over to the corner of the vault, where I retrieved a black leather pouch and quickly filled it with the varying coins. I then turned on my heel and marched out of the room, motioning for Narcissa to follow.

When we got outside, the "dear" sister pulled me aside and hissed in my ear "Just who do you think you are? I will not tolerate being treated with such an attitude from a narcissistic little brat!"

I was outraged. The world turned red as I turned to her and said "I think that I am your superior." With that, I pulled out my wand and pointed it at her as I yelled "CRUCIO!" She collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain. I stood there shocked, wondering where the hell that came from. I then shrugged, and quickly headed to a candy shop I had spotted earlier. I figured Narcissa would join me again when she was up to it.

As soon as I entered the store, I felt my eyes go as wide as a young child's on Christmas morning.

There candy and sweets all over the place. Some of them I had seen before, such as gumdrops and boxes of chocolates. But some of them, such as Bertie Botts every flavored beans, Licorice wands, and chocolate frogs, I had never heard of before.

I grabbed a basket from the pile next to the door and started filling it up with Dragon Blood Suckers, Chocolate Frogs, Never-Ending Jaw Breakers, and a few other things that looked good.

After about an hour, Narcissa walked in, head high. I worried that maybe she hadn't learned anything from my lesson.

"Evelyn dear, are you in here?" She called out tentatively, clearly not wanting to upset me. I grinned.

"Yeah, let me just check out." I handed the clerk 3 galleons, 9 sickles, and 3 knuts, grabbed the bag that the woman behind the counter had put my candy in, and headed out of the store with Narcissa a step behind me.

"E-Evelyn?" She asked tentatively, waiting for my permission to continue. I nodded and she took a deep breath. "Where did you learn that spell?"

I knew exactly what she was talking about. "I didn't. It was kind of automatic when you pissed me off. Now than, where to next?"

I grinned. Narcissa made much better company when she was absolutely terrified that I would hurt her if she didn't behave.