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"Where are we going?" Dudley asked impatiently.
"Gringotts, the wizard bank. Your father has to exchange our money for wizard currency and I have to take Harry to his vault." Petunia answered. She and Vernon had decided that they would use Lily and James' money only for Harry, as it was only fair, and she knew they would have wanted him to benefit from it.
They walked in the massive doors and up to a desk, behind which a small, peculiar looking creature sat.
"Pardon me, sir. We are in need of assistance." Vernon said in a skittish voice.
"Yes," the creature said, "how may I help you?"
"My husband needs to exchange our currency for…" she paused and cleared her throat, desperately searching for the right word. "Well wizard money for lack of a better term." She said, "And I need to take my nephew to hi vault to make a withdrawal. Harry dear, hand this gentleman the key."
Harry almost had to ask her to repeat herself. Aunt Petunia had never so much as called him by his first name, let alone "dear." Nevertheless, he pulled the key out of his pocket and gingerly set it on the marble counter.
"Right then," he said, motioning to Vernon and Dudley. "You two go to that desk right over there," he told them, pointing to a small desk in the corner of the massive lobby. "And you two come with me to the vault," he told Harry and Petunia.
They followed the goblin through a door and sat down in the cart on what they tough looked much like a coaster track. Petunia put her arm around Harry and held on tight.
"The cart goes impossibly fast," she explained. "Wouldn't want either of us flying out, would we?"
Harry had no idea what to say. Not only was his aunt treating him like a human being, she was treating him almost like a son. He had never had an adult show him affection, but he liked how secure he felt with his aunt's arm around him.
He had never hated his aunt really. He certainly hated her husband, but with Petunia he always felt as though he reminded her too much of her sister for her taste. He didn't know what either of his parents looked like, but back when we was around five or six, when his aunt had treated him almost as well as Dudley, she told him he had his mother's eyes. He always knew he was a reminder of her dead sister, and assumed that was where her hatred stemmed from. How wrong he had been indeed.
One nauseating ride later, they reached vault 687; all three of them got out, Harry with the lamp, the goblin with the key.
"Good heavens…" Petunia gasped, laying eyes on the gold.
Harry could only stare in amazement at all of his money. His money. He'd never had so much as a nickel back home, and now he was staring at his vast fortune.
Petunia entered the vault, taking a handful of coins from each pile: a handful of Galleons, one of Sickles, and one of Knutts.
"No sense in taking too much at once. Now, let's go meet up with your uncle and Dudley, yes?"
Harry nodded, and away they went.
"These ruddy things don't know their rear ends from their elbows when it comes to money. Absolutely infuriating Petunia, the nerve of some… Well they aren't people at all, are they?"
"They're goblins, Vernon. Let's just go get the boys their supplies; we have a long day ahead of us."