"Vault one? That is the Kirkland vault. Nobody that isn't part of their family can open it!" Griphook protested.
"We've got it covered, just take us there." Harry urged
"As you wish."
In front of the vault Hermione took out a pocket mirror "Peter are you ready?"
"Yes! Leave it to the great Sea-kun!" a voice from the mirror answered.
Very slowly the door to the vault slid open. It stopped barely wide enough for them to squeeze through. They hurried into the room and, ignoring the mountains of money, Harry went over to examine the shelves. It didn't take him long to locate the ring. Harry picked it up in a handkerchief but not two seconds later it was back in its place on the shelf. They heard laughter coming from behind them. A man that looked like professor Kirkland but with pastel pink hair stepped out of a mirror.
"You didn't think it would be that easy, did you? Nobody that isn't part of the Kirkland family can take anything here and once they let go of it it returns to its assigned place."
He picked up a time turner from the shelf to demonstrate and they watched as it left his hand in a matter of seconds to reappear on the shelf.
"But if you're not a Kirkland… What are you doing here?" Questioned Ron.
Suddenly Hermione gasped. They turned around to see that the door was now closed behind them.
"Peter!" She exclaimed, frantically scrambling for the pocket mirror only to come face to face with an angry looking professor Kirkland. "Miss Granger, I assume. Might you be so friendly to explain why my brother is unconscious and- WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY VAULT!"
"OOOOOH! ARTIE! Don't swear. I might have to cut your tongue out again…" The pink haired man said in a sing-song voice.
"Ol-Oliver? O.K., you three listen to me. He can't leave the vault so as long as you still can: RUN!"
They looked towards the door and indeed it was open completely now.
"Oh… we can't have that~"
"Harry!"
The pinkette had grabbed Harry and was holding a knife to his throat now.
"BLOODY HELL!" Cursed Ron which made the madman swivel over and point the knife at the readhead. That was all the distraction Harry needed to kick him in the crotch and the three made a mad dash out of the door.