Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommend both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.

This story takes place after the war

Valencia held my hand in her own, in a loving and calming way, and stated, her Italian accent heavy in her tone, "So we have been to Ollivanders and gotten your wand, now onto Gringotts. Shall we?"

I nodded, grinning, and she led the way to the north side of Diagon Alley, the complete opposite direction to Ollivanders. As soon as we arrived I knew that this was something different. The building itself had to have been at least 50 feet tall, and was leaning at some kind of slant, like the Leaning Tower of Pisa itself.

There were, once again, amber-tinted windows all the way from the hilt to the tip, all in sequential order. The insignia above the brass, heavy door was that of 'Gringotts Wizarding Bank.' Beneath the title was 'Fortius Quo Fidelius' which I already knew to mean 'Strength through Loyalty', due to my intricate tutoring in the language of Latin.

"This is a bank?"

Valencia nodded, and said, "Only bank in the wizarding world. It doesn't look like much, does it? Well, wait till you get inside."

I nodded, completely enthralled by the splendour of the magic that surrounded this place. It followed behind every person - no, it should be witch or wizard, right? - and weaved through every word they spoke. It flared brightly in every thought that passed through their minds, and in every shadow I could see. Even in the darkness of it all, I could see the beauty behind the word.

Magic.

What an inconceivable concept, yet it was right here, literally at my fingertips.

Valencia interrupted my thoughts, as she said, "In we go."

I chuckled as I was led in through the hefty entrance, and, once more, my skin flushed at the modification in warmth. What met my gaze was something of a mystery, that I even I couldn't quite describe. It was like I was looking into the eyes of a mythical creature, once I could only describe as some kind of elf-dwarf type thing.

"What exactly are they?"

My voice full of wonderment and curiosity drew laughs from the three adults, and Valencia replied, carefully, "Goblins. They're the keepers of Gringotts."

I nodded, not quite understanding anything, yet being completely content with it all.

I asked, "How does this all work then?"

Valencia shrugged, and said, "Nobody really knows what they do here. They work day in, day out, without any kind of disruption, ever. I'm sure they don't even take days off for leisure, but it suits them, which in turn, works for us."

I dipped my head in acknowledgment, and I smiled, while being led towards the desk, which was so high, that I had to crane my head upwards to look into the eyes of the goblin above us.

The goblin, who wore spindly framed glasses at the tip of his ungraciously large nose, his eyes beady and dark, and his ears flattened against the side of his head, said in a surprisingly eloquently and serious voice, "And how can I help you, Lucius Malfoy? Is there a problem with one of your accounts?"

Lucius regarded the goblin with an air of respect, as he replied, "There is nothing wrong with my accounts, thank you Kreutzer. We are here on the order of something more serious. I have a key here, for the joint account of the Totum's and Sol's."

Shock crept into the expression of the goblin above, Kreutzer, and he seemed to struggle to keep his gaze neutral and businesslike. He swallowed, slightly, and he stammered, "Totum and Sol's, you say? May I see this key?"

Lucius reached into his side pocket, and pulled out a regular sized, metallic key. The teeth attached to the blade were on both sides, with foreign markings all over the entirety of the key itself. He handed it to the goblin, who collected it in his emaciated fingers, keenly. Kreutzer inspected it, with great caution and care, and his eyes widened with each moment.

"How did you get this key?"

Lucius leaned forward slightly, and he said, "Can you assure me that this conversation shall be kept.. Under wraps, for now?"

Kreutzer nodded, feebly, and Lucius indicated that the goblin should follow on. He made his way down the many steps leading from the pedestal, to the floor, and I found that he was even smaller than I had first thought. He barely reached my knees, for Christ's sake! He glanced at me, once, with an air of indifference, and walked alongside Lucius.

"I was given this key almost 15 years ago by a very close friend of those two families, and I was instructed, upon the 17th birthday of their only child," he pointed at me, "I was to bring her here, and reopen the accounts in her name."

The goblin nodded, and regarded me with more interest than beforehand, and asked, "I have to ask a few questions, of course."

Lucius nodded, understandingly, and replied, "I understand."

We followed on, quietly, and listened on to the conversation going on. Kreutzer began his inquisition immediately.

"So you are her legal guardians?"

Lucius nodded, and added, "Yes, I, Narcissa and Valencia Zabini are her wizarding guardians, as would Severus Snape, may Salazar bless his soul."

Kreutzer acknowledged this, and pulled a small pad from his pocket, writing something down in messy scrawl that I couldn't decipher.

"And you are going to be overseeing the occurrences in her account, correct?"

I whispered to Narcissa, "What does that mean?"

She replied, "Just that until you're 18, legally an adult according to British and Wizarding Law, we'll watch over your accounts. We take none from it, if that's what you're worried about. We're just the name on the tin until you can take over, that's all."

I nodded, dismissing any thoughts of wealth. I wasn't interested in that kind of thing. It didn't bother me if I was insanely rich, or incredibly poor in this world, because I could do magic. How many people can say that? It was like, this blessed gift that had been bestowed upon me, drawing me from my fairly repetitive life back home. I had always felt somewhat abnormal, in relation to my family.

I paid more attention to the conversation going on in front of me, and I overheard Kreutzer ask, "There are a few security questions her parents have set. They need answering before I can give you access, you do understand?"

Lucius nodded, and nudged me forward, saying, "She's the one to answer them, if anyone must. It is her account, of course."

My eyes widened fractionally, surprise flooding my eyes, and I asked, "What can I do? I mean, I don't know anything."

Lucius rubbed my shoulder encouragingly, and said, "Don't worry about it. Just go with what your instincts say, you'll do fine."

I shrugged, but nonetheless agreed, and glanced down at the rather intimidating goblin below me. Just because he was smaller than was normal did not mean he was any less frightening.

He addressed me, casually, "So what is your name? Your full name, please?"

Instinctively, I replied, quickly, "Evelyn Kendall."

Lucius coughed, alerting me to something, and I glanced backwards, and he said, "Your real name, Evie."

A cleft appeared between my eyebrows, and suddenly it hit me. I amended, "Oh! Amarie Evelyn Totum?"

The words were so foreign coming from my lips, but I felt a sudden blossoming of recognition and.. I don't know, something akin to pure happiness nestled in my chest. He moved on, swiftly, "Okay, date of birth, please?"

Again, I answered honestly and quickly, "4th August 1995."

He nodded, simply, and enquired, "Adoptive parents names?"

My heart clenched painfully in my chest as I answered, "Lucas and Daniela Kendall."

He nodded, again, and stated, "Final question. Where were you born?"

I glanced at Lucius, then to Narcissa, and finally at Valencia, and they all wore identical expressions.

Guarded confusion.

They couldn't help me with this one. I had to think hard about this, on my own.

I paused, momentarily, and ran a hand through my hair, rubbing at the back of my neck out of habit. Stammering, nervously, I replied, pathetically, "I-I mean, I don't know."

Lucius said, "Think about it. Just relax. Cast your mind back. You can do it."

I closed my eyes, briefly, and inhaled deeply, trying to do as I was asked, and cast my mind back. But back to where exactly? How far into the recesses of my mind would I have to go before I found what I needed? I must have been standing still for all of a minute, breathing deeply, in and out, on a constant repeat, before I started to smell something akin to cow dung.

Grimacing deeply, I flittered my eyes open, only to find myself fixed in the centre of a large, encompassing field, surrounded by long tendrils of grass, that tickled the bare skin of my calves. I glanced around, trying to find somewhere distinguishable, that would tell me where I was, however I found nothing of the sort.

"Hello!"

My voice carried on the wind, silent to all those that may have been able to hear it. I sighed, heavily, and trudged through the mud and grass, walking as quickly as I was able, trying to find someone that might be able to help me.

I knew that I was trapped inside of my own mind. I couldn't have been literally in a forest, when a moment ago, I was in a bank full of people. I couldn't have been. Even magic wasn't that strong. It couldn't be. Could it?

I looked to the side, and found myself staring at a rectangular, white poster sign with the word 'Dublin' written in red writing. As soon as the words registered in my mind, the reality around me seemed to fizzle and fade away and I was back in the middle of the bank.

"Ireland. I was born in Dublin, Ireland."

That seemed to quell the goblin, and he nodded, content with the answer I gave. Narcissa stepped forward then, and grabbed my attention, and asked, "You okay, sweetie?"

I nodded, and said, a little quietly, "Just a little tired, that's all."

Valencia gave me a look of complete disbelief, and I bristled slightly against it. She stared at me, as if she could see directly into my very spirit. I couldn't imagine what was going through her mind at this moment, and if I were being honest, I didn't want to. Kreutzer cleared his throat, respectfully, and said, "This way, please."

And I followed, completely enthralled with the schematics of it all.

Yeah.. Severus isn't alive in my story, yet he is a portrait in the very much alive Dumbledore's office, so she can talk to him when she wants to. Thanks!