A/N: Welcome to the first of two chapters dealing with the events at their first trip to Gringotts. I would have made it all one chapter, but the plot-bunny here got a little carrried away... In any case enjoy!

The bank was eerily quiet as the four teens walked inside. The goblin tellers were at their counters, but there were no other customers about. Nor were the tellers counting money, they seemed to just be sitting there. Harry gulped when at the first sound of his entry every single head snapped up to look at him. He felt all their eyes follow him as they walked across the marble floor towards one of the senior tellers.

"Hello. Could you inform Goldbag that I, Harry Potter, have arrived for my eleven AM appointment, and await his convenience. I'm willing to wait for him to be ready to see me."

The teller looked at him, then glanced towards the large clock on the wall. Quarter to eleven. One eyebrow rose. Polite, early and not demanding immediate attention. A nice change.

"Very well." The goblin tapped a bell at his side. A younger goblin seemed to appear at his side. Looking at him, the teller spoke a brief burst of goblin before the younger one nodded before walking briskly away. The teller faced Harry once more. "Goldbag will be notified momentarily."

Harry smiled a bit. "In the mean time, I have a couple of requests I'd like to ask."

Requests, not Orders. The eyebrow rose a little more. "Yes?"

"Can you transfer value from a vault and place it in a muggle electronic account?" Harry asked with a hint of nervousness. "It'd be less conspicuous than walking into a muggle bank with a bag full of money."

"Of course we can. You should know this already Mr Potter." The teller tapped the book on his desk before him. "There is already a monthly transfer of funds to the Barclays account belonging to Mr and Mrs Dursley in place."

Harry froze, his expression darkening. The three witches emitted soft gasps before the metaphorical light bulb went off above Daphne's head. Hermione looked towards Harry... and had to fight a small urge to take a step back.

"WHAT?" Harry finally yelled, drawing the attention of every goblin in the bank. "Why? Who authorised that?"

The teller looked at his book again. "According to our records, one hundred galleons – converted in muggle pounds – per month for 'your food, care and upbringing'. The signee was one Albus Dumbledore, and it started on November 3rd, 1981."

Hermione quickly did a mental conversion. "Harry... that's nearly five hundred pounds a month." The shock was clear in her voice.

Harry was visibly shaking with anger... but in his eyes was also pain. "All those years... saying I was a burden... taking money away, making things tight... I was lucky if they spent five pence on me per month..." Although he spoke quietly, the absolute silence of the bank allowed everyone to hear what he said.

Daphne's eyes narrowed as a thought struck her. "Have there been other transfers or withdrawals from Mister Potter's accounts since that time?"

At Harry's nod, the teller examined his book once more, waving his hand over it and muttering every now and again. A frown grew on his face. "This is odd... it appears that your account records have been restricted."

By now every pair of eyes and ears in the bank was watching the conversation intently. Out of the corner of her eye Susan noted that the next teller over was watching very intently... and something about his posture was triggering alarm bells in her mind. Having an Auror for an aunt, along with an interest in crime fiction, had given her theoretical experience in spotting the guilty party. Subtly she nudged Daphne. When the taller blond looked at her, Susan nodded towards the suspect teller.

By now the senior teller was looking most irate, his glare focused on the book before him. "This is most irregular... no order came down from management... and this is goblin magic..."

"Try asking him." Daphne said loudly, her eyes fixed on the goblin Susan had pointed out. Every eye jumped to him, and even to Harry it was clear he was startled.

"ME? What would I know about Mister Potters' accounts foolish young witch?" The way he said 'witch' , with a sneer, reminded Harry rather forcibly of the way Lucius Malfoy spoke of muggles and muggleborns, Hagrid... just about anyone he didn't like really.

"You tell us." Daphne countered. "But you do know something." Her eyes were narrowed blue slits.

The goblin openly scoffed, but his expression was not ringing genuine. "You really think I do?"

Daphne smiled darkly. "My father, Erickson Greengrass, has taught me everything he knows about reading people; humans, goblins and dwarfs." Every Harry couldn't miss the start that the goblin made at her fathers name. Clearly he was well known in goblin circles. "And right now you are lying. Could it be that you're the one who put the seal on Harry's accounts? Question is why..."

Daphne was cut off however when the goblins face shifted into an ugly expression before he jumped up onto the desk before diving towards her, a large dagger appearing in his outstretched hand, pointed right at her heart.

Time seemed to slow for Harry then. He could see Daphne's eyes fly open in slow motion, the way the blade gleamed as it moved towards her. He moved forwards to block, but it was clear that he'd never reach them in time. Acting on instinct his wand left his pocket and shot out. "Expelliarmus!"

The spell struck the goblin on the wrist. The dagger spun towards the floor as the hand shot open. For a brief moment he saw the goblins eyes widen before he was spun around by the spell to slam into the floor.

The sound of the goblin striking the floor brought time back to normal speed.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled, turning to face him with a mixture of awe and horror on her face. Harry didn't notice however, as his attention was totally on the goblin that had just tried to run Daphne through.

Until he felt a sharp point jab him in the back.

"Mister Potter... are you aware of what you have done?" The Senior Teller spoke in a slow, very serious voice.

"Saved the life of someone I care about very much." Harry's eyes lifted to Daphne, who was looking at him with wide eyes, mouth hanging open.

"You have violated the treaty. No wizard or witch may perform magic within Gringotts without express permission. The punishment for such is..."

"HOLD SENIOR TELLER GRABCLAW."The voice boomed out from above, filling the bank. The Quartet looked up, to see a large bow window high in the wall that faced the doors. A goblin-sized figure was just viable as a shadow.

"Sire?" Grabclaw squeaked.

"NO CHARGES WILL BE PRESSED AGAINST MISTER POTTER. HE ACTED IN DEFENSE OF OTHERS IN HIS GROUP. THERE IS NO DISHONOUR IN HIS ACTIONS." The voice paused. "BRING MISTER POTTER AND HIS PARTY BEFORE ME. GUARDS, BRING TELLER RATFOOT BEFORE ME AS WELL. AND SUMMON THE DUTY CURSE BREAKER AND THE MASTER LEDGER."

"Ye..yes sire!" Grabclaw stammered. Before gesturing to two of the armoured guards to pick up the teller. "Follow me." He told Harry as he stepped down from his high seat.

"Harry!" Susan half-whispered urgently as they followed Grabclaw through a door at the back of the bank floor. "Do you know who we're going to see?" There was an excited, yet terrified note in her voice as they were joined by another, more ornately armoured goblin.

Harry shrugged. "No idea."

"Ragnok! Grand Master of Gringotts and High King of the goblins!" She explained in a rush. "He's the most powerful goblin on the planet!" She stopped as the group stepped onto a platform that rose slowly once they were all on. "He was a champion of the goblin warriors during the last war, and has not met with a human since then!"

Hermione's face was white, and Harry had that deep look of shock that is rarely achieved. "Oh."

The lift platform came to a stop, and they looked out into an open, high ceiling chamber. The walls curved outwards then back in, forming a roughly oval shape. They were on one of the long sides, while on the other there was an opening into a second, slightly smaller chamber. The floor before them however was sunk down a good three feet, with a narrow ledge running around the edge. Two large figures stood where the edge walkways reached the second cavern. Behind them steps could be seen, rising up to another level, the far wall being a window out into the main bank floor. Silhouetted against that window was a high backed throne. Following Grabclaw they began to walk around the sunken pit. Harry noted that there were large alcoves cut into the walls, each with rows of seats facing inwards, and what looked like coats of arms were carved into the lintels above each alcove.

Harry shuddered as he realised just what this place was. A Duelling Arena. And each of these alcoves must belong to the various goblin clans or families.

Hermione whimpered slightly when they reached the figure that barred the way forward. It was only when they got within a few feet that they realised just what the guard was. It was a Troll, wearing full plate armour and holding a massive halberd. Unlike the troll that Harry had saved her from back in first year however, this troll had a gleam of intelligence in his eyes. After a moment the Troll stepped aside, allowing them passage. For a moment Harry thought Hermione wouldn't or couldn't move, but a gentle touch to her elbow allowed her to suppress the memories and step forwards. Once beyond the troll they were led up to the second level. On each side trophies were displayed in racks and propped against the wall. Four complete suits of goblin armour – and many pieces of human armour – were pride of place closest to the throne.

Grabclaw halted a good eight feet from the throne before kneeling. The guards escorting Ratfoot did as well, forcing the captive to do the same. After a second Harry followed suit, prompting Hermione, Susan and Daphne to do as well.

"Grabclaw. Explain your findings in the matter of Mister Potter's accounts." The voice that came from the throne didn't boom as it had in the bank itself, but there was no mistaking the air of command and power behind it.

The nervousness was rolling off the goblin in waves. "Sire... I was attempting to pull up the Potter Account records on my positions ledger. I found that the Potter Family accounts have been sealed."

"I see." For a moment there was silence; then there was a shifting sound before footsteps began to approach. Harry caught the edges of the expressions of shock the goblins wore before Ragnok stepped out of the shadows in front of the now cowering Ratfoot.

At that moment any similarity between Ragnok and The Emperor died in Hermione's mind. When Susan had said that he'd fought in the last Goblin War, Hermione had pictured a wizen, ancient being, much like Yoda, bent and wrinkled with age. The goblin that stepped forwards however was anything but. For one he was the tallest she'd seen, a head taller than the rest. The only sign of age was the thick, steel gray hair. But the most eye catching part of him was the massively ornate, jewel speckled, sculpted breastplate. She could see runes finely engraved around the collar rim and down the centreline over the sternum. He moved with an easy, predatory grace that showed that although it had been centuries since the last war, he still kept in excellent shape.

"Explain your actions Ratfoot. Now." The words were spoken softly, calmly, but the threat was clear.

"Sire, it wasn't me!"

"Now you are a liar as well as a thief." Ragnok looked up at the more ornately armoured goblin standing behind the two guards. "Take him to the cells captain. And make sure my torturer knows I want truthful answers." The goblin just nodded before walking back around the arena, the two guards dragging a screaming Ratfoot between them. Harry however was more focused on the pair of armoured boot clad feet that stopped before him to really listen to the desperate plea's from the now doomed goblin.

"Harry Potter, scion of the House of Potter. You violated the treaty with the Goblin race, your offence compounded as a goblin was the target of your magic." Ragnok paused for a handful of seconds.

"However... your actions were to save another's life from an unprovoked attack by the goblin in question. And the spell you used was a non-lethal, defensive one. Thusly, this time there will be no punishment. Do not let it happen again... for I may not be as merciful."

Harry swallowed nervously. "Yes sire."

Unseen by them all Ragnok's eyebrow rose ever so slightly. Despite his own mistrust of humans - and wizards in particular – Harry Potter had impressed him already.

The sound of heavy doors opening echoed through the chamber, and the four teens strained to see what was happening. Four young goblins worked together to wheel a huge rolling table from a now open passageway to their right. Hermione gasped when she realised that the object on top of the low table was a book, a truly massive tome. Alongside the table walked an old, slightly wizen goblin, while a bit further back was Bill Weasley.

At a gesture from the older goblin, the table stopped. "Sire?" He asked quietly. His mouth flashed with golden teeth.

"It appears that the Master Ledger has been tampered with, Lord Accountant Goldtooth." As the older goblin sucked in his breath, Ragnok looked at Bill. "Breaker Weasley, the Potter Accounts have been sealed by a goblin without my permission. Break his seal." He waved to the massive book before motioning the goblins back.

Bill audibly swallowed. "Yes sire." He said before withdrawing his wand. Stepping over to the Ledger, he began chanting in a low, guttural dialect. The Ledger glowed red, and he thrust his wand at it. A hum filled the air as the magic of the goblin fought against Bills own. Then with the sound of shattering glass the red glow broke into fragments that faded into nothing. Bill waved his wand a little more before stepping back, beads of sweat dotting his brow.

"It is done, Sire."

Ragnok nodded slowly. "Very well. Lord Accountant, see that Breaker Weasley is awarded the value for breaking a high-risk tomb." Ignoring the stunned look on Bill's face Ragnok looked at Grabclaw. "Now... answer Mister Potter's questions. I'm curious as to the answers myself."

Grabclaw lifted a smaller ledger from the table, running his hand over it as he did. After a long few moments he started speaking.

"In addition to the transfers to the muggle bank account of one Vernon Dursley, there have been numerous withdrawals by one Molly Weasley. Two years ago there was a payment of fifty-seven galleons to Madam Malkin's robe shop..."

Harry nodded "Dress robes for the Yule Ball."

"That same year and last, withdrawals of two hundred galleons..."

Harry frowned. "I know she got my school supplies this past year and for fourth... but surely that's too much?"

Daphne and Susan nodded. "Thirty galleons would have been enough..."

Hermione was frowning, a suspicion lurking in her mind. Bill was looking pale, clearly startled.

Grabclaw waited a moment before he continued. "There have also been numerous late July withdrawals. Six hundred galleons each in '82 and '83, one thousand two hundred for the following three years, eighteen hundred in '87 and '88, and two thousand four hundred for the next three. The value rose again for '92 and '93 to three thousand, but dropped back to two-four in '94. Last year she withdrew two thousand four hundred on July 28th, with an earlier withdrawal of three thousand six hundred July the 2nd. Her last withdrawal was on the 10th, a total of two thousand galleons. There have also been the scheduled transfers of your Hogwarts tuition, of twelve hundred galleons each year, for the last five years. These were in accordance with the trust vault contract, set up by your parents."

All four teens were staggered by what Grabclaw had just said, but Bill was the most affected. He was sliding down the wall behind him, his face an open display of shock and horror. His elbows were resting on his knees allowing his hands to hang down as his head bowed.

Predictably, it was Hermione who first totalled up the amount. "Harry... she's taken just over thirty thousand galleons over the last fourteen years... that's nearly a hundred and fifty thousand pounds..." She felt faint at the thought.

Harry was stunned. He'd trusted Molly Weasley for several years now; she'd seemed like such a warm, caring figure when he first met her. He now knew that she'd been using him, but to find out that she'd been stealing his money since just after his parents had died... Only two words escaped the his throat. "How? Why?" His voice was weak, stunned.

Grabclaw examined the ledger, then turned slowly to Ragnok. "The teller for all her transactions was Ratfoot, sire. But appears that there is a contract that authorised her to withdraw the funds." There was a nervous note in his voice.

"I see." Ragnok was silent for a long moment before slowly turning to face the clearly stunned Bill. "Breaker Weasley? Can you explain?" His tone was laced with steel.

Bill slowly looked up. Tears were running down his cheeks and his expression was totally distraught. "Sire... I swear I knew nothing of this. I offer oath that I had no knowledge of this matter."

Ragnok looked at him keenly before speaking. "Your offer is sufficient proof that you are truthful. But you suspect something?"

Bill nodded slowly. "The first date of the large withdrawals... I started Hogwarts that year. The dates when the value increased or decreased matches the dates of my siblings entering or leaving Hogwarts."

Hermione bit her lip as she rapidly reviewed what she knew of the Weasley children's Hogwarts years. "He's right. But why not the full amount? Unless... you mentioned a contract… what is it?"

Grabclaw shook his head. "I do not have access to discover that."

"Nevertheless, Molly Weasley has potentially stolen money from the Potter Family, using a corrupt goblin to cover her tracks." Ragnok intoned as he stalked back to his throne. Once more his voice was filled with command and power. "Henceforth, Molly Weasley is barred from Gringotts for life. House Weasley has forty-two days to either repay what Mrs Weasley stole, with interest, or to prove that one Molly Weasley acted without the knowledge or consent of the Head of Family or any other member, in which case it will be herself who will be held accountable. Breaker Weasley, until such time, you are suspended from service with Gringotts from the end of this day. You will inform your Head of House of the actions of one Molly Weasley, and the ultimatum I have issued."

Bill paled, but nodded, clearly understanding the reason for the suspension. "I understand, Sire. I have one question."

"State your question."

"Does my mo... Molly Weasley's ban include attending the Sirius Black will reading next week? She is named in the will as an attendee according to Goldbag."

"Hmmm... normally yes, but as I am looking forward to her reaction to the contents of that will... She will be granted amnesty for the will reading only."

"Thank you Sire." Bill rose before facing Harry. He paused, swallowing before lowering his gaze. "Harry... I... I'm sorry. Had I know... I'd never have..."

Harry cut him off mid-apology. "I don't blame you Bill. It's your mother who should answer for this." Bill summoned a small smile before slowly walking away, dejection radiating off him.

"Mister Potter, the funds transferred to this Vernon Dursley... what is his relation to you?"

Harry scowled. "My uncle. Well, Uncle-by-Law really. He married my mother's sister."

"And is it true that they mistreated you, despite being paid handsomely to care for you?"

Harry's expression darkened. "Had it just been mistreatment, I'd have been happier! Beatings, starvation, mental & emotional abuse...!" Fuelled by the betrayal by Mrs Weasley, Harry's anger at the Dursley broke the floodgates and his history with them came roaring out. "For the first ten years of my life there, they forced me to sleep in a tiny cupboard under the stairs! Ever since the start, anything that went wrong was blamed on me! I didn't even know my own name till I was five! My cousin's favourite game was 'Harry Hunting'... in essence they played as the hounds chasing the fox, me! They stuff their faces, yet I got the few meagre scraps they left behind or failed to finish before it got stale and mouldy! Any hint of curiosity was punished, any hint of even thinking about vaguely magical things was cause for being locked in that cupboard for up to a week, after a thrashing with a belt! Marge, Vernon's sister, would set her Bulldog on me!" Furiously he yanked up a trouser leg, twisting his leg to allow the light to play over the silvery scars of old bite marks... clearly from when he'd been much smaller. "Then there's the other stuff, telling all the neighbours that I'm deranged, unstable, schooled at St Brutus Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys! Having me blamed for the things Dudley and his gang do! Making me do all the cleaning, cooking, gardening..." He trailed off, tears of rage silently running down his cheeks.

"Oh Harry..." Was all his warning before he was engulfed in crying witches. Hermione, Susan and Daphne wrapped themselves around him, holding him close. As Susan all but burrowed into his back Harry snaked his arms around Hermione and Daphne, drawing them close.

Normally, such displays of emotion were... discouraged, within Gringotts. It was counter to the Goblin Code of Honour to show weakness. Such actions during Will readings and the like were often written off as examples of the wizard's fundamental inferiority to Goblin-kind.

However, Ragnok had easily seen that this wizard was of great importance to the three witches, and thus their reactions were excused for that reason alone.

Besides, he'd be a hypocrite if he denied that he'd been as affected by Harry's tale as they had.

The only difference was that his reaction was to be much more... violent.

Most wizards didn't even think about Goblin customs, but underpinning the Goblin way of life was Honour. While they thought nothing of butchering a helpless foe or torture, there were aspects that were just like the human code. The Goblins just held themselves to higher standards, and had greater punishments.

The abuse or harm of children, physical or mental, was the worst crime.

Ragnok had to restrain himself with every iota of his will from snatching up his favoured war-axe and storming to the Durleys residence in a raging blood-lust. They would not die, oh no... death was too good for such monsters. He would drag them back to his dungeons to extract every morsel of pain out of them he could... and Ragnok was no slouch in inflicting pain.

Their limbs, however... would remain at Privett Drive.

"Lord Accountant, cease all payments to Vernon Dursley AT ONCE! Then extract every single galleon – at the highest rate of interest and the worst exchange rate – from him that is owed to Mister Potter. Spread the word to all the banks that he is untrustworthy! I want him destroyed financially! Use every loophole and contact we have! Have anything he has repossessed! His car, his home..."

Grabclaw looked up nervously. "Sire... we can't take his home..."

"WHY NOT?"

Grabclaw looked like he was one inch away from curling into a tiny quivering ball. "Be... because Si.. sire, nu... number four Pri... Privett Drive is l... listed as be... belonging to Hou...House Potter."

Ragnok blinked, silent for a moment. Grabclaw continued to speak, slightly calmer now as it looked like Ragnok would not take his head off. "The books record that Lily Potter, with the consent of her husband Mr Potter and the Head of the Family Charles Potter, bought the property as a wedding gift for her sister in May, 1979. The Dursleys took the keys and moved in beginning of June that year, but never collected the deed from Potter Manor."

A truly evil grin spread across Ragnok's face, though it was hidden in the shadows. "Then it's time they paid their rent. Issue them a bill for rent due, plus interest, and make sure they know we will collect what they owe! If this is acceptable Mister Potter."

Harry nodded slowly, his eyes hard. Around him all three witches had eyes equally as hard. "Take everything Sire. They spent ten years treating me like nothing, worth nothing. They deserve to have nothing."

"Very well. Now, as time is pressing on, conclude your business with Teller Grabclaw, as it is almost time for the reading of Sirius Blacks pre-will. Goldbag will be most distressed if you two are not in attendance." Harry and Hermione looked at her wrist, the watch there displaying the time: just after five to eleven.

Turning back to Grabclaw, Harry tried to focus on what he needed the goblins to do. "Well, yes... I need an amount transferred to the account belonging to the Grangers, Hermione's parents." Silently Hermione drew out the details.

Grabclaw looked at him. "How much do you wish transferred?"

Harry blinked. Hermione however was a step ahead and pulled out the various receipts and such like. She'd totalled everything on the train ride into London: the final value had given her pause. While her parents were well off thanks to their private dental practice, this was a lot of money. "Here are the totals from Harry's, Susan's and Daphne's trust vaults..." She started, handing over the final totals. But Harry jumped in.

"I'll pay for everything. And put... twenty percent on the top."

The three young women turned to face him. "Harry, you can't!" Hermione begun.

Harry smiled sadly. "It's because of me that you're in this position." Then his smile turned a little feral, and a gleam entered his eye. "Besides, I suspect that a lot of money will soon be entered into my vault... more than I can ever spend. Which reminds me..." He turned back to Grabclaw. "Could you draw out six hundred galleons in two bags, and make sure that both Miss Greengrass and Miss Bones gets them?" He looked at the two young witches once more. "You're not going to argue with me about this?" He asked lightly.

"Only the value." Daphne shot back before her face took on a worried expression. "Harry... are you sure? That's a lot of money..."

Harry silenced her with a finger to her lips. "I trust you Daphne. And until we look, we don't know just how much it'll cost to get what we need."

Daphne smiled, her eyes looking suspiciously damp. "Thanks Harry."

Meanwhile Hermione looked at Susan. "You have the lists?"

Susan nodded, patting the pocket were she'd placed both sheets of notepaper. They'd spent yesterday evening brainstorming of all the things they might need in the war that was coming. It wasn't just wand holsters and potions, but books, magical items and other knickknacks that might come in handy. Harry was already thinking about collaborating with the Twins: those two geniuses had devious minds. He had cautioned both witches however not to turn their noses up or overlook any shop, no matter if they had in the past. Who knew what treasures might be lurking in the depths of those old shops?

Turning back to Grabclaw, Harry nodded. "That's every... no, wait, I just remembered. Do you send out statements to vault owners like the muggle banks?"

Grabclaw adjusted the glasses he wore. "Only at the request of the Vault Holders Mister Potter. Normally once a year, though they can request a more frequent correspondence. If the Vault Holder grants us use of the stored gold for investment, we recommend more frequent statements. And before you ask, the Potter Vaults are sending out such statements, bi-annually for the main vaults and monthly for your trust vault, all to your magical Guardian... one Albus Dumbledore." He glanced in Ragnok's direction – with the senior goblin in the shadow, it was hard to know exactly where he was – before removing his glasses and cleaning them with a small cloth. "Normally, only a Guardian can change this for vaults of a minor..."

"...But in this case, allow Mister Potter full control." Ragnok's voice emerged from the shadows.

Harry grinned: he was really starting to like the goblin ruler. "In that case... can you shift the statements to come directly to me? When will Dumbledore expect the next statement?"

"Morning of August 1st."

Harry nodded, then froze. "Wait. You said 'Vaults'. There's more than the vault I know about?"

"Of course." Grabclaw seemed to sigh. "In addition to the Trust Vault that you are currently using, there is also the Main Potter Fortune vault, where the primary bulk of the Potter Families liquid capital is stored. There is also the Heirloom Vault, containing many items of value and importance to the Potter Family." Seeing the look of longing and hope on his face, Grabclaw hated to have to say what he had to next. "Unfortunately, you are unable to visit said vaults without a Parent or Guardian present until you have reached your majority."

Harry sighed in resignation, before looking up. "Thank you. I've taken up enough of your valuable time."

"On the contrary, Mister Potter." Ragnok said in an almost jovial tone. "What came to light today was... most enlightening." He kept to himself however the urges within him to send out his army to drag Albus Dumbledore and the Dursleys into his presence... so he could fully make known to them his... displeasure with them.

Dumbledore really should know the dangers of riling the Goblins. He was there the last time there had been a clash between the wizards and goblin-kind. It was the day Ragnok earned his latest title... the Slaughter.

Harry bowed, before allowing Grabclaw to lead him and the three witches with him back to the main Bank Floor.

A/N: And there we go. Hope you've seen things a little different from the norm, and expect the next chapter on the 28th. Until then, keep those reviews coming! Oh, and one thing; if you disable prviatge messaging, I can't reply to your reviews! Just to let you know...

The teller looked at his book again. "According to our records, one hundred galleons – converted in muggle pounds – per month for 'your food, care and upbringing'. The signee was one Albus Dumbledore, and it started on November 3rd, 1981."

Hermione quickly did a mental conversion. "Harry... that's nearly five hundred pounds a month." The shock was clear in her voice.