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

Being guided further into the cavernous tunnel was an exciting experience in itself. In complete awe, I could barely keep my mouth closed, and I knew that my eyes shone with barely hidden amusement and joy. Being a history buff myself, I couldn't help but notice the intricate designs of the dungeon-like passageway. It had to have been built during King James' era, as the carvings were akin to those in the cathedrals in France.

There was many exits that we had taken, twists and turns that I couldn't even remember a moment after we turned into it. Each brick that made up the bank itself seemed to have been fused with magical aura, and as I trailed my fingers over a few blocks, I could literally feel the magic seep into my skin, and prickle at the hairs on the back of my neck, causing them to stand on end.

The medieval gargoyles, all of different sizes, that adorned each of the corners of every aged pillar stood proud and strong, holding the upper layer above us, had fearful expressions engraved in stone they were made from. At one point I had stepped a little too close to one of them, and trailed my fingers across the face of one, and I heard it state, in a very accosting and masculine voice, "Do you mind, young lady?"

Needless to say, I squealed loudly, disturbing the other sleeping gargoyles, and ran away to join the rest of the group, blushing brightly, and tucked my face into Lucius' shoulder, and he grasped my hand in his own. I only received amused glances in return, to which I blushed even darker at.

We had to have been walking for about ten minutes before we even reached something of substance, and at a sound of coughing from the goblin below, Kreutzer, I realised this was the point where I was meant to do something.

I took a moment to analyse the crypt itself. I could clearly see the number 357 written in a fairly ancient numbering.

On either side of the vault, I could see bright, blazing torches, lit with flames that burnt with a dull green hue, shadowing the entire passageway with a somewhat eerie glow. There was a circular deadbolt which I assumed was the entrance to the depository, and on the left hand side, there were five small incisions in the wall, where I could see that I was meant to place my fingers.

There were two snakes, interwoven with one another, perfectly, designed intricately with stone scales and ochre jewelled, glittering emerald eyes, that shone with an confidence that I couldn't quite understand, considering they were inanimate objects. Located between each meander of the snakes body, there were the sinister eyes of an unknown animal that I couldn't describe, as I didn't recognise it.

There were beautiful flowers; lotuses, peonies and English roses, all decorating the bottom half of the bank, and it took me a moment to realise that there was something else just above the snakes themselves. There were intertwined hands, one woman, with pretty, thin fingers, and squared, prepped nails, and a man, with squared, gruff hands, with light hair coating his knuckles, and their thumbs were touching, intimately.

I glanced at Lucius, and then at our entwined hands, and said, "Those hands, up there. They're my parents hands, right?"

He nodded, and smiled, apologetically. I shrugged, noncommittally, and grinned, happily, knowing that I was finally about to see something involving my deceased parents. I looked at Kreutzer, and said, "Do I put my hands in there?"

He dipped his head, and handed me the key, "Position your hands there, place the key in the hole between the snakes temples, and turn simultaneously."

I nodded, understandingly, and did as I was instructed. What surprised me, however, was that nothing actually happened immediately afterwards. It took all of, maybe, two and a half seconds before the snakes themselves moved, and disentangled themselves, and locked in place, around the circumference of the circular deadlock itself, and hissed, somewhat menacingly.

I stared at the faces of my new family, of sorts, and they all gawked back at me, confusion written all over their faces.

"Who.. Are.. You?"

I glanced back at the snakes, who had taken a more corporeal appearance, and I couldn't hold back the gasp of shock that escaped my lips. Anxiously, I responded, "I am Eve- Amarie Evelyn Totum."

There was a beat of silence, while I held in a nervous breath and played with my fingers, clicking and scratching them, filling the quiet of the empty corridor. The snakes that had both spoke simultaneously, stared expressionlessly at me for a moment, while seeming to size me up, somehow.

"And.. Who.. Is.. With.. You?"

I fought away the urge to retreat back to the comfort of my companions, as I replied, "I guess they're my family."

Their eyes rolled to meet each others gaze, and they asked, "Are.. You.. Sure.. Of.. This?"

I nodded, without even pausing, and they seemed to smile, contentedly.

"Enter."

And the entrance split directly down the centre, and opened inwardly. From what I could see, the inside of the vault was barely lit, and seemed to have been freezing cold - if the grey hue was anything to go by. I stared at the Goblin, almost for reassurance, and he said, with a courteous bow, "After you, milady."

My eyes widened, with a sense of shock, and Lucius tapped me on the back, lightly, and said, "Let's go," and after receiving a reassuring smile, I followed, dutifully. Kreutzer walked in front of us, and ran his fingers along the wall, and pressed on something that I couldn't quite see, and the lights scattered across the room spluttered, then flickered lightly, brightening up the room, immediately.

What greeted my eyes was a sight to behold.

Circular golden coins, piled meters in the air, some having fallen to the floor over the years, and others piled on top of one another, until they were nearly as tall as Lucius. These gold towers went on for a far as I could see, and the reflection from the flames on the torches against the shining surfaces caused me to wince in surprise.

"What the hell is all of this?!," I asked, wonderment clear in my tone.

Lucius shook his head, shaking away some of his own shock, and replied, "It's your fortune, Evelyn."

I furrowed my eyebrows, and glanced at Kreutzer, and asked, "Is that true?"

He simply nodded, gracefully, and responded, "It is yours, Mistress Totum."

I ran a hand through my hair, in disbelief, and whispered, to nobody in particular, "This is trippy," and received a few chuckles in return.

"What am I supposed to do with it?"

Lucius smirked, and threw his arm over my shoulder, comfortingly, and said, quietly, "You can do anything with it. Spend it. Save it. Squander it. Give it away. Whatever you wish, it is yours."

Kreutzer wobbled past us, and walked further into the vault, and reached into a wall of some kind, and pulled out two rolls of parchment.

"This is addressed to you," and handed it to Lucius, "and this, is yours, Miss," and placed it in the palm of my hand.

I tore the seal, and unrolled it, as did Lucius, and he read it off to one side, away from both me and his wife, as well as Valencia, who spent majority of this journey, somewhat detachedly, in her own world. Glancing down, I ran my eyes over the piece of paper, and felt tears instantly prick my vision.

It read, "To our beautiful daughter,

If you're reading this, then that means we are no longer with you, and for that, we are more apologetic than we could ever describe. Just know that we love you more than life itself, and we hope you have had a great life - we only wish that we could have been a part of it. We realise that this must be a very confusing time for you, what with your inheritance and your sudden upheaval from your life, but please, see this through to the end.

We would never ask more of you than we believe you can handle, as you are a strong and beautiful young woman. I can only imagine what you would look like now, at seventeen. We wish, more than anything, that we could be with you, but sadly, we were taken from you too soon. I hope and pray that you can forgive us for being absent during your life, and again, your mother and I love you more than life itself.

We wish for only the best to come to you.

Sincerely,

Your parents, Marco and Adrianna Totum"

The tears that had brimmed in my eyes fell over, and dripped down the length of my cheeks - falling silently to the floor, and I felt an indescribable sense of regret and grief descend over my form. As a cry escaped my lips, I felt a loving hand wrap over my shoulders, once more, and I was drawn into the chest of someone who smelt something like cinnamon and leather.

"It is okay, child," Valencia's light croon whispered in my ear, "It is alright."

Tears fell silently, and stained the material of her pale peach coloured blouse, and I whimpered, "I-I'm sorry. I-I'm ruining your clothes," and forced a smile to my face.

She shook her head, dismissively, and said, "It's fine, my dear, we all need to cry sometimes," with a demure, covert smile.

She ran a hand delicately through my hair, and wiped away any stray tears that had collected under my eyes. She grinned, reassuringly, and asked, "Now, all better?"

Nodding my head, suddenly overwhelmed with a unreasonable sense of being safe and secure, and before long, I convinced myself that I was well and truly fine. She smiled, appreciatively, and stated, "Good. Shall we get on?"

"Yeah, we shall," and glanced at Kreutzer, and asked, "Is this all that it in here?"

Kreutzer's eyes took on a thoughtful expression, and said, after a moment said, "Yes.. Is it not to your liking?"

"Oh God! Yes, it's perfect.. But.. Well I guess I'm just confused as to why there's so much here," and with an eagerness that even surprised me, I added, "Is there anyone else in the family?"

He gave me a grimace, and I took that as all the answer I needed. I didn't have any family left. The fact that I was alone wasn't what upset me, I'd known that ever since I was a child, but to have that fact finalised. It sent a sense of finality and 'end' through my mind, and I felt fresh tears spring to my eyes, of which I had to blink away rapidly, and exhaled, sombrely.

Comfortingly, Valencia asked, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, and said, "Yeah.. I'm fine, it's just a little hard to process, that's all," and when a cleft formed between her brows, I added, comfortingly, "I'm fine, really, don't worry about me."

She huffed, suddenly annoyed, and stated, strongly, "Of course I'm going to worry about you. You're family, what kind of mother would I be if I didn't are about you?"

Flushing deeply, under her concentrated scrutiny, I played with my hands, and, after a pregnant pause, she grinned, immediately lifting any heavy atmosphere surrounding us. Lucius chose that moment to glance up from the parchment him and his wife were currently studying, to give me an appraising smile, before enquiring, "Are you two feeling alright?"

We nodded, simultaneously, and, then, both released peals of melodious laughter together. Today was going to be a lot brighter than I initially thought.