'Crack' I appeared at the apperation point in Diagon Alley and swiftly made my way to the Gringotts bank. I must have looked a sight. In my ruffled dark navy pinstriped suit, my red mottled face, tears still leaking from the corners of my bloodshot eyes. I waited in line behind the Longbottom matron, her stuffed vulture hat being very identifiable. She glanced at me over her and recoiled slightly and turned away. I must have looked worse than I thought.
As she walked away to the vault carts with another goblin, the one in front of me was writing in his ledger. "Name?" he drawled in a bored tone.
"Joseph Horner" I croaked in a scratchy hoarsed voice.
"Key" he said not looking up.
I set the little golden key from pocket onto his desk. "I'll be closing my account and withdrawing all funds converted to muggle pounds please."
He looked up at me. His greedy eyes squinted looking at my face and down to the key on his desk. "Very well, one moment." he walked into a door behind his desk and returned with a stack of pound notes in his clawed hand. "20,873.95 pounds, good day. Next!" he called going back to scribbling in his ledger.
As I walked trough Diagon Alley I thought about what I used to feel walking through here holding my daughter's hand buying my wife icecream on our fist anniversary.
I felt a great weight on my shoulders, and a feeling of cold. Like a dementor running his hands down my back.
I left for muggle London through the Leaky Cauldron entrance.
I had some supplies to buy.
I was always good at animation charms.