I'm so sorry this took so long to get out. Hopefully the next chapter will come quickly. Please continue to send your suggestions for pairings, keeping in mind they won't be for a while.

BTW – if anyone knows any good Harry as a girl stories, do you mind sharing?

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Chapter Two – The Goblins of Gringotts

Reaching the area indicated by the goblin, Petunia and Vernon sat, setting the carrier with Rosalie on the floor next to them. Looking around at the various goblins and magical beings, Petunia scooted closer to Vernon in fear.

The longer they waited, the more uncomfortable the two became. At their feet, Rosalie began to fuss at her bonds within the carrier. Petunia glared down at the child and snapped, "Quiet, freak," not paying any attention to those around them.

The curt words had drawn the attention of a young couple sitting a short distance away. The woman looked at Petunia disapprovingly. Petunia huffed in anger, and turned her attention away from the woman.

A short time later, a goblin came to the entrance of the seating area. "Dursley," he intoned tonelessly. Petunia and Vernon hurriedly stood up, and bringing Rosalie, they rushed over to the goblin. He glared at them before saying, "This way." He turned and began walking down a tunnel, not bothering to ensure the Dursley's were following him.

At the end of the long tunnel, they turned the corner into a long hallway, filled with doors. The doors read names such as: Malfoy, Smith, Bones, Longbottom, and many others. Their guide stopped at the door labeled, "Potter". Opening the door, and glaring at the Dursley's the goblin grunted out, "In."

Vernon glared in return, and entered the door first, Petunia following with the baby. Behind a large desk sat a large goblin, examining them as if they were specimens under a microscope. In a deep voice the goblin introduced himself, "I am IronKnife. I am the keeper of the Potter accounts. What is your business?" For a moment, Vernon and Petunia sat silently. With a slightly greedy look in his eye, Vernon asked, "Accounts?"

IronKnife simply looked at the human, "Yes. Accounts. What is your business here today?" Vernon smiled smugly, "Yes, the girl was left for us and we need to ensure we are compensated for her upkeep."

Petunia turned to her husband, unable to hide the question at his abrupt turn of attitude.

IronKnife raised an eyebrow, "The clerk you spoke with said you did not wish to keep the child. That you had no wish to raise a magical child as your own."

As Vernon attempted to sputter out an answer, the goblin continued, "Your greed aside, the account cannot be accessed by any except the magical guardian for Lady Potter until she is of the age of 17."

Vernon purpled, but the goblin continued to ignore his fit of temper. "As you have stated you do not wish to raise the child, a suitable guardian must be located. A heritage test can be performed to determine an appropriate parental figure. The supplies will be brought momentarily."

Vernon simply scowled at the goblin, his idea of taking the girl's accounts for his own dying a slow death within his head. Petunia looked over to her husband, and seeing the goblin otherwise engaged at his desk, hissed at him, "What were you thinking? I don't what that brat anywhere near my child!" Turning to his wife, Vernon whispered, "I had thought to take the brat's money Petunia. If we ended up with the child, we may as well get something for it."

Any further conversation was halted as another goblin entered the room, carrying a large stone basin. Speaking to each other in a guttural language neither Petunia nor Vernon understood, the second goblin nodded before exiting the room.

Turning to his desk, IronKnife pulled a long sheet of parchment out of his desk. Turning to the Dursley's he said, "Bring the child here." Petunia picked Rosalie up out of the carrier, and brought her to the goblin. Rosalie did not appear to be concerned, looking around the room in fascination. IronKnife smiled indulgently at the girl.

"We will need a drop of blood to complete the heritage test. It will be enough to only provide the parents and grandparents of the child." Once the necessary blood had been taken, Rosalie only staring curiously at the goblin, the blood was put into the stone basin.

After a few moments, a puff of steam was emitted from the basin. The goblin then took a roll of parchment from his desk, and directed the liquid onto the parchment. As he read, his eyebrow raised.

Unable to stand the silence, Vernon barked out, "What? What is it?"

The goblin looked up and glared at the impudent human.

Scowling slightly, the goblin began, "The child has two fathers, in addition to her mother. James Charlus Potter, as we expected, and Sirius Orion Black, which was not expected. Heir Black is currently incarcerated and therefore cannot take custody of the child."

The goblin paused before continuing, "There are several members of the Black family that could take custody of Lady Potter. However, rumors have Lord Malfoy as one of the Dark Lord's followers. As a result, and due to her status as the destroyer of the Dark Lord, Lady Potter may be in danger if custody was awarded to her cousin, Lady Narcissa Malfoy. The other option, Andromeda Tonks was disowned from the family, and therefore cannot take custody without approval from the current head."

The goblin took another roll of parchment and began writing. He paused briefly and looked up at the Dursley's. "Lord Black will have to be contacted to determine the fate of the child. I shall inform him of Lady Potter immediately. I will notify you via owl when you are to return."

Vernon began turning red, "What do you mean return? We don't want to come back and deal with you freaks. We want to get rid of the brat!"

Seeing the goblin's expression turn deadly, Petunia paled, "Vernon, we can get a hotel for the evening. I'm sure Marge won't mind the additional time with Dudley."

The goblin's expression did not change, though he pointed his gnarled finger at the door. "Out. A guide is waiting."

Petunia put Rosalie back in the carrier as quickly as possible, before walking with Vernon to the door.

They followed the guide as quickly as possible to the entrance of the bank. Once again outdoors, Petunia felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She shuddered at the thought of dealing with creatures again.

Rosalie made a soft sigh as she drifted back to sleep. Petunia glared at her. It was all her fault.

***End***

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