Chapter 2

~~~ Disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter, As well as a warning that this is going off the rails off cannon right from the start especially with some of the characters, timelines will be shifted etc. This story is going to be running loosely along the lines of a story written by Ironicism, however I did previously contact him and was granted leave to run with this story and make it my own, so I hope you all enjoy! ~~~

Harry felt lost, standing in the middle of a quiet street late at night, having just exited the Tube, owl on his shoulder, injuries slowly disappearing, and looking across at a dingy looking old pub, even spotting a man in dark clothing, so long they almost look like a dress enter hood up.

"You sure this is the right place Mr owl?" I ask getting a bit nervous, and tugging my overly large shirt a bit closer to myself to ward off the small chill that night brings. With a hoot and a head bob of confirmation, I slowly make my way forward.

As I step up to the threshold of the building the magical illusion peels itself away to reveal, the same dingey pub, but with an air of life to it that was hidden previously, a warm orange glow leaking from the windows from what must be a large fire, the smell of tavern meals and tang of alcohol that Uncle Vernon would always drink before he got into one of his worst moods. I slowly open the door and skitter my way inside, taking care to try to be unnoticed, and shifting to a corner of the room taking comfort in the shadows, and trying to listen in to the conversations of the room. A few of them stand out particularly a conversation from a few tables over, of an older gentleman, dressed more like what I see uncle Vernon wear then what I would expect from a wizard.

Dressed in a black 3 piece suit with a fair hair and a bit of a gut, but nothing on Vernon, with what almost looked like a judges robes, or maybe they were wizards robes hanging loosely off his shoulders. He was speaking to another gentleman quite jovially, and I catch bits and pieces of what he is saying, something about presenting a case against a wizgnut? And about something going to trial in the misuse of muggle artifacts…. But what really caught my intention is when he mentioned, needing to go to the bank, and deposit more in his daughters school account…

{Maybe I have a school account} I think quietly to myself getting determined to follow him, so I wait and as he is getting up to leave I try to trail behind him, watching in a bit of awe, as we head out a side door and he does something to make the brickwork open up… in fact I almost get stuck as he walks off and the passage way starts to close, and I dash through it.

Hanging back a bit and trying to remain unnoticed which is difficult due to the quiet street, I gaze in wonder at all the stores and their higgldy piggldy placement and shapes, and animated things going on that defy anything I have ever seen… In fact I am so distracted, I miss what he says to what seem to be green short people with hooked noses clawed hands out the front of the bank.

I gulp seeing the large mace and pike they are wielding standing either sides of the doors, and nervously shift over to the one with the pike, it looks less wicked then the multi spiked mace sitting on the shoulder of the other one. "E Excuse m me ummmm Sir I was hoping to know if my p parents left anything for me here?'

The being on the right lets out a bark of some guttural type of language? Almost seeming to laugh at me for a moment before speaking "I ain't no Sir baby wand waver, Im a Goblin Bank guard, what you want is the inheritance clerk, now get out of my face before I pickle your liver and sign dragon horde deals with your blood.

"I I ummm y yess sorry" I Stutter out quickly backing away from the guard doing my best to scurry up the steps, and with a heave push the heavy doors open some to duck in, looking around desperately and spotting a small plaque that states [Inheritance Claims Desk} and making my way there.

I have to hold onto the small ledge sticking out of the desk and looking up to see the goblin standing there, he looks older than the ones at the front with grey hair coming out of both his ears and nose, thin half moon gold plated glasses sitting on the bridge of his knows he looks down at me with a sneer showing sharpened canine teeth. "Who are you and what do you want child?" He states with derision looking me up and down "Another muggleborn looking to score some ancient fortune are you?" He says almost with more annoyance and disdain.

"I ummm ahhh sir…" I shrink a bit away from him letting go of the ledge struggling not to curl up on the floor to protect myself…. [B But I have to b be strong t to get away f from them I uhh] "Ummmm No Mr Goblin I j just wanted t to see if well I heard someone else mentioning a school savings account and I wanted to know if I have one…." I ask carefully t trying to look at him keeping my eyes on the tip of his nose instead of his eyes.

The Goblin almost releases a growl at that "Yes of course you are, and the name child is BloodWeaver you better use it…. Now I would say looking by the state of you, you do not have your key?" He says leaning back and pulling a lever, which lets out a grinding noise and almost knocks me off my feet as the floor under me rises in fact a small fence springs around the raising floor reaching up to my chest leaving me at eye level with blood weaver.

"I uhhh s s sorry ssorrry B B BloodWeaver, I n no no I d don't have a key" I say looking anywhere but at him trying to find some way out of this, even as a small hole opens up in the front of the fence in front of me.

"Hand through the hole then little Wizard, I will do a blood test" He says grabbing a bowl and large red and wickedly curved dagger. I nervously push my left hand through, and with a quick snatch he is holding my wrist and slashes the dagger against my hand causing a splash of blood to coat the wooden bowl crimson runes lighting up on the inside

Bloodweaver pauses for a moment as the last of the runes light up before letting go of my wrist, ignoring my plight as the blood drips down my wrist, and poring the now oddly glowing blood onto a sheet of parchment where upon, my name seems to appear written in a strange coppery ink.

"Ahhhh So Mr Potter it would seem, good I was sick of having to deal with the litany of fakes we have been having this year, I presume you will be wanting a new key minted, that will be 10 gold and off with you, I'll have Griphook escort you to your vault" Bloodweaver seems to say dismissivly the cage for that's what it must be around me drops me to my ass on the floor again, as another goblin presumably griphook comes forward collecting a key from Bloodweaver as he does so.

"Follow please" Griphook says stalking off and with a scramble and smear of my own blood from my injured palm on white tile im off following along.

"I guess I have money now, so I should be able to get the stuff on my list, So where's next?" I mutter to myself as walk out of the bank, hair still windswept from the trill that was the bank, hand slowly sealing up and setting up my next stage.