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As soon as they sat on the boat, Harry remembered, "Hagrid... I don't have any money. What do I mean...!?" Hagrid started laughing in Harry's amusement, "Do you think your mom and dad will not leave anything for you?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "So do wizards also have banks?" Harry asked. "Yes, Harry, there is only one Gringotts in Britain, which operates goblins." On hearing this, images of goblins from different fictional stories came to Harry's mind.
"But yes Harry, Goblins are very dangerous, one has to be careful and respectful with them. Gringotts is the safest place except maybe Hogwarts." Harry frowned, obviously one should be respectful with everyone. Harry was able to trust Hagrid, when Harry paid attention, he could see Hagrid's brown aura, which seemed very cheerful to Harry.
"How did you come, Hagrid?" Harry asked the question, "By flying!" Hagrid said simply. Harry was having difficulty imagining how Hagrid could have come flying. Hagrid then requested Harry to use magic once more and get the job done quickly, and Harry nodded. Hagrid then opened the Daily Prophet, which apparently was the wizarding newspaper. Harry noticed that the pictures were moving, but Harry knew that it was not a good idea to disturb someone while they were reading the newspaper, so he kept quiet.
"Ministry o' Magic messin' things up as usual," Hagrid muttered, turning the page.
"There's a Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked, before he could stop himself.
"'Course," said Hagrid. "They wanted Dumbledore fer Minister, o' course, but he'd never leave Hogwarts, so old Cornelius Fudge got the job. Bungler if ever there was one. So he pelts Dumbledore with owls every morning, askin'
fer advice."
"But what does a Ministry of Magic do?"
"Well, their main job is to keep it from the Muggles that there's still witches an' wizards up an' down the country."
"Why?"
"Why? Blimey, Harry, everyone'd be wantin' magic solutions to their problems. Nah, we're best left alone."
At this moment the boat bumped gently into the harbor wall. Hagrid folded up his newspaper, and they clambered up the stone steps onto the street.
"Hagrid," said Harry, panting a bit as he ran to keep up, "did you say there are dragons at Gringotts?"
"Well, so they say," said Hagrid. "Crikey, I'd like a dragon."
"You'd like one?"
"Wanted one ever since I was a kid — here we go."
They had reached the station. There was a train to London in five minutes' time. Hagrid, who didn't understand "Muggle money," as he called it, gave the bills to Harry so he could buy their tickets.
People stared more than ever on the train. Hagrid took up two seats and sat knitting what looked like a canary-yellow circus tent.
"Still got yer letter, Harry?" he asked as he counted stitches.
Harry took the parchment envelope out of his pocket.
"Good," said Hagrid. "There's a list there of everything yeh need." Harry unfolded a second piece of paper which he had already read.
"Well, Harry, I noticed that you get along well with your owls, huh?" mentally adding that he got Harry a lovely owl as a birthday gift. Harry flushed, "Eh... it's not just owls, I like animals a lot." Hagrid was simply beaming.
"This is it," said Hagrid, coming to a halt, "the Leaky Cauldron. It's a famous place."
It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Hagrid hadn't pointed it out, Harry wouldn't have noticed it was there. The people hurrying by didn't glance at it.
Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side to the record shop on the other as if they couldn't see the Leaky Cauldron at all. In fact, Harry had the most peculiar feeling that only he and Hagrid could see it. Before he could mention this, Hagrid had steered him inside.
For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a
long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, who was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, "The usual, Hagrid?"
"Can't, Tom, I'm on Hogwarts business," said Hagrid, clapping his great hand on Harry's shoulder and making Harry's knees buckle.
"Good Lord," said the bartender, peering at Harry, "is this — can this be — ?"
The Leaky Cauldron had suddenly gone completely still and silent."Bless my soul," whispered the old bartender, "Harry Potter . . . what an honor."
He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed toward Harry and seized his hand, tears in his eyes.
"Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back."
Harry didn't know what to say. Everyone was looking at him. The old woman with the pipe was puffing on it without realizing it had gone out.
Hagrid was beaming.
Then there was a great scraping of chairs and the next moment, Harry found himself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry noticed that some of them had waved at Harry a couple of times before in the muggle streets. Harry then met the stuttering professor, Professor Quirrell. When Harry looked closely, it seemed that Quirrell's aura was dark, but Harry did not yet understand how to read aura.
Hagrid, meanwhile, was counting bricks in the wall above the trash can.
"Three up . . . two across . . ." he muttered. "Right, stand back, Harry."
He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella. The brick he had touched quivered — it wriggled — in the middle, a small hole appeared — it grew wider and wider — a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
"Welcome," said Hagrid, "to Diagon Alley."
He grinned at Harry's amazement. They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the archway shrink instantly
back into solid wall.
The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop.
Cauldrons — All Sizes — Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver — Self-Stirring — Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.
"Yeah, you'll be needin' one," said Hagrid, "but we gotta get yer money first."
Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, "Dragon liver, sixteen Sickles an ounce, they're mad. . . ." Harry had a vague feeling that he knew that woman.
A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium — Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys of
about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. "Look," Harry heard one of them say, "the new Nimbus Two Thousand — fastest ever —" There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes
and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon. . . .
"Gringotts," said Hagrid.
They had reached a snowy white building that towered over the other little shops. Standing beside its burnished bronze doors, wearing a uniform of scarlet and gold, was —
"Yeah, that's a goblin," said Hagrid quietly as they walked up the white stone steps toward him. The goblin was about a head shorter than Harry. He
had a swarthy, clever face, a pointed beard and, Harry noticed, very long fingers and feet. He bowed as they walked inside. Now they were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time, with words engraved upon them:
"Warning: Beware of the Goblin Guards! Gringotts Wizarding Bank is a place of ancient magic and strict security.
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
Enter at your own risk!"
There were a lot of Goblins inside. Harry noticed that the Goblins were talking to each other in a different language but Harry was able to understand, and Harry thought that after all they were also animals of the some kind just like humans. Harry observed that the Goblins always bowed to each other. Harry walked past Hagrid to a counter, where Harry saw a Goblin.
Harry bowed politely and while smiling wished the Goblin in a phrase that he saw the Goblins exchange, "May your vaults never be empty and keep growing." The Goblin was shocked, and it was clearly visible on his face. Hearing this, several Goblins started looking towards Harry, and Harry felt that he had somehow messed up. So Harry immediately said in a polite way, bowing to his head, "Please forgive me Mr. Goblin, I did not think that you would feel bad about my action, I am sorry." This time the shock was even more predominant. This time, however, the Goblin bowed and said, "You don't need to apologize, Mr., eh?" And then Harry felt a little relieved and extended his hand and said, "Pleased to meet you, Harry Potter here!" The Goblin was surprised again but he extended his hand and shook hands with Harry, "Ragnok the Third, the pleasure is ours."
Seeing all this, the other Goblins started whispering amongst themselves and the bank manager came from the head table. Seeing him coming, Harry bowed and said politely, "Harry Potter, Mr. Manager, May your vaults remain full." And the manager shook his hand with a Goblin smile and said, " Bagnod here, Mr. Potter." Then the manager said something to Ragnok in Gobbledegook i.e. Goblin language which Harry understood, but not in words, but in his expressions just like he understood the language of other creatures. And Harry knew what to do, but did not seem rude, so he waited till the Goblin arrived.
Ragnok said, "Mr. Potter we are calling you to Gringotts Private Room, rest of the details will be shared there." Harry nodded. "Well, Mr. Ragnok, Hagrid is my friend and guide here, can he also come here?" Harry bowed. "Of course Mr. Potter!" said Bagnod from behind.
Hagrid was speechless, what Harry did just now, Hagrid had never seen anyone do that in so many years. Harry impressed the Goblins in the first meeting, and Hagrid was sure that Harry was going to be made a friend of the Goblin Nation, which is very rare to become.
A few weeks ago, in a large mansion two house elves were taking care of their mistress. The mistress has been ill for quite some time and is on the verge of death. The mansion is close to Surrey but hidden.
Mistress Isabella is longing for her family. Isabella's husband died last week. Isabella's children and the rest of the family died in the battle against Voldemort. Now only she is left and wants to make up for the mistake of her husband who drove his own daughter out of the family fifty years ago because she was a Squib.
The original Fawcett Manor which is located on Ottery St. Catchapole, was destroyed in the war against Voldemort, so a few years ago the family shifted in their ancient manor , built somewhere in the forest of Surrey.
Isabella Fawcett wanted to meet her daughter one last time. This was the reason why Isabella wrote a letter to her daughter after fifty years. Kailey Tucker left for the manor as soon as she received the letter from her mother. In a few days Isabella died and this palace was named after Kailey.
Kailey did not know much about what was going on in the magical world at this time, because Isabella spent most of her time resting and in her last days she spent talking about old times with her daughter. But then Kailey found out that Grindelwald started a war and after many years of terror , Albus Dumbledore stopped this war, defeating Grindelwald, but then a dark wizard named You-Know-Who started an even more dangerous Wizarding War in which the Fawcett family was wiped out.
Last day Isabella told that 10 years ago he failed to kill a small child and disappeared, some believed that he was still alive. "And who is the child and where is he?" Kailey wanted to ask but Isabella was no more. Only Kailey and two house-elves were at the funeral because they didn't know anyone else. And the house-elves were also new, so they didn't know anything special. Kailey came back immediately after the funeral and forgot everything in the tension of Harry being missing for two weeks.
After that when Harry arrived, Mrs. Tucker engulfed Harry in a fierce hug. Mrs. Tucker aka Kailey started treating Harry like her grandson, a grandson who never existed before. But then Kailey was shocked when she saw Harry talking to animals. From then on, Kailey suspected that Harry might be a wizard. But before her suspicion turned into belief, Harry left the library, at first Kailey felt the same. But when he did not come even for a week, Kailey decided to take the matter in her own hands. And the day she reached Privet Drive, unluckily the Dursleys left for Cokeworth's hotel on the same day.
Then came the 31st of July, which was Harry's birthday, which Kailey somehow managed to get out of Harry's mouth the previous month. So Kailey thought of giving Harry something as a birthday gift, and then she got a perfect idea. She called, "Twinky, Dimpy!" and both her house elves came to her Muggle house. Now she was just waiting for one thing, when would Harry return.
On their way to private room , Bagnod started explaining," Located deep within the bank's vaults, the private room is accessible only through a discreet entrance, protected by intricate spells and charms. "
As they stepped into the cart, they're enveloped in a soft, velvety darkness, punctuated only by the faint glow of lanterns flickering like fireflies in the distance. The cart's plush, crimson seats cradle them in comfort, and the smooth, dark wood beneath their feet seems to absorb any sound, making the journey eerily silent.
With a gentle lurch, the cart begins its winding journey through the bank's vast network of underground tunnels and caverns. The air is cool and damp, filled with the scent of age-old stone and the faint tang of magic. Harry thought.
As they glided deeper into the heart of Gringotts, the walls around them changed, shifting from rough-hewn rock to polished marble, adorned with intricate carvings of goblins, dragons, and other mythical creatures. The cart's soft rumble echoes off the walls, creating an otherworldly ambiance.
Suddenly, the cart bursts into a vast, cavernous space, and they're re surrounded by a dazzling array of glittering treasures: gold coins, precious jewels, and ancient artifacts that shimmer and glow in the soft light. The sheer scale of Gringotts' wealth takeing Harry's breath away.
The cart continued its smooth journey, winding past towering shelves stacked with gold bars, mysterious chests, and strange, glowing orbs. Harry caught glimpses of goblins busily counting coins, sorting gems, or carefully placing items in vaults.
Finally, the cart came to a gentle stop before a large, ornate door adorned with the Gringotts crest. The door promising Harry to imagine , revealing the private room, and you step out into the luxurious space, ready to conduct your most sensitive and confidential business.
And they didn't disappoint Harry either. The door, adorned with gleaming gold accents, swings open to reveal a spacious, dimly lit chamber filled with the warm glow of soft lanterns.
Rich, dark wood paneling lines the walls, adorned with ornate carvings of dragons, phoenixes, and other mythical creatures. Plush, high-backed chairs and velvet sofas in deep crimson and emerald green hues invite clients to linger, surrounded by the finest wizarding furnishings.
A magnificent stone fireplace crackles with a low, blue-flamed fire, casting a mystical ambiance. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, gold, and a hint of magic.
A polished, ebony wood desk, adorned with a delicate, crystal inkwell and a set of silver quills, stands at the room's center, where clients can conduct their most sensitive transactions. Shelves lined with leather-bound tomes, ancient artifacts, and mysterious, glowing orbs add to the room's mystique.
Of course, the pièce de résistance was the breathtaking view of the bank's vast, glittering treasure hoard, visible through a floor-to-ceiling, crystal window. It's a reminder of Gringotts' unparalleled wealth and security.
" In this private sanctum, Gringotts' most esteemed clients can conduct their business in utmost confidence, surrounded by the finest wizarding luxuries and the bank's legendary security. And Now we have chosen you as a ' Friend Of Goblin Nation ' " Bagnod explained Harry and Hagrid as they sat on Velvet sofa.
Then Bagnod called a Goblin and said something, which Harry did not hear as Harry was busy admiring the beautiful magnificent room. The Goblin nodded in question and left.
"This is amazing, Mr. Bagnod, but what do you mean by Friend Of Goblin Nation??" Harry asked very carefully and politely, afraid that the Goblins might cancel all this. Hagrid shook his head fondly on seeing Harry's antics while Bagnod chuckled, "Worry not Mr. Potter, we goblins are sure of our words. Being a Friend of Goblin Nation will be many benefits for you."
"Wait a little longer and you will get the answers to all your questions. Until then, enjoy yourself", said Bagnod and got up and left and Harry nodded. Harry noticed that Hagrid was looking a little sick, maybe because of the cart ride, Harry thought. "Harry, it's going to take us longer at Gringotts than it should, and then we have to drop you back at the train station, that too before 4 o'clock, it's only 9:30 now, I hope we get all the work done", Hagrid said with concern. "I will be late anyway!" Harry protested, "But I have to go to school for some work Harry." Hagrid said, "That's fine then leave me here, I'll go." Harry said but there was no use, "I'm sorry Harry, but today you are our responsibility so I will have to drop you." Harry sighed, then a plan formed in his mind and Harry agreed to it with Hagrid as if , he follows his plan there won't be any problem.
"Harry has only ate a sausage in the name of breakfast today." Hagrid thought, although Harry was used to starvation so he did not say anything. Meanwhile two Goblins who were probably employees here arrived with some food. Harry thanked them and both of them left happily. "These are the special dishes of the Goblin Nation which you can only get in the Goblin institutes." Ragnok explained. Of course the dishes were such in appearance that Harry had never seen before but they were amazing to eat. Both of them had their hearty breakfast.
Hagrid had originally planned to go to the Leaky Cauldron after returning from Gringotts, but little did he know that he would be able to get breakfast at Gringotts as well.
After some time, Bagnod returned with a keychain that looked like a tag made of red stoned metal. "Mr. Potter this is the Friend tag. By wearing this tag on your keys, you will be recognised as a Friend of the Nation in all the Goblin Institutes. Your key please!" Hagrid gave Harry's key to the Goblin. "Ok so this tag is on your trust vault's key and as for your other vaults, now they too will now be opened with this key only. However, the Potter Family Vault doesn't need a key." Ragnok explained. Harry nodded and took all the information in his mind. " And what if I lost this key , would someone else be able to use it ? " " No Mr. Potter as a friend of Nation Goblins can identify you , and if key is lost your can request another one. And as you are friend we will always do an imposter check whenever you arrive. " Bagnod explained and Harry thanked him for their courtesy.
Ragnok then told him the benefits of being a Friend of Goblin Nation which included Goblin rights, meaning Harry could own Goblin made things in the normal way, apart from that he also had access to Gringotts and the Goblins' services and some books which only Goblins could read. One of those books was a beginner's guide to the Goblin language, after which Harry could read the rest of the books.
"Now your vaults, so you have inherited Potter family Vault (89), Evans Vault (1256), Trust Vault (687), and maybe a few others which are yet to be tested," Bagnod explained. "What do few others mean?" Harry asked while, Hagrid understood that it was a personal matter, so he sat down on another couch.
"Mr. Potter, every child in the wizarding world has the potential to become an heir of ancient magician, but we only pass this inheritance on to Friends of the Goblin Nation. You will also need to take a blood test to access your parents' things," Bagnod explained. Harry asked politely, "Can you tell me how much time will this take?" The Goblin smiled and said, "Exactly, this whole process could take 2 to 3 hours." Harry looked at Hagrid and then back at the Goblin and said very carefully and respectfully, "Well, sorry Mr. Bagnod. The thing is that my guardian has to leave from here at 4 o'clock today, so I won't be able to do much today, but I promise that I will come tomorrow to complete my unfinished work." Harry kept talking.
"We don't see any excuse for that. You can come tomorrow or anytime.Any questions?" Bagnod said without hesitation. "Yes please, may you just give me my Trustvault details today?" Bagnod nodded and Ragnok came with a paper and handed it to Harry. Harry looked at it for sometime and was going to put it in his bag when he realized that he didn't have any bag with him. "Mr. Potter, you don't need to worry about this. Your mother has kept a 7 poster trunks made with advanced magic which she owned in your trust vault. Give these and your books to Griphook, your Account Manager." Harry did as directed.
"And can you tell me if wizards have a method of travel that will work with the Muggle world?" Harry asked. "I think the Knight Bus will be right for you." And then Ragnok explained how to summon the bus , Harry nodded. "And is there any Muggle money exchange here?" Harry asked, and the Goblin nodded. "Okay then for now just take me to the Trust Vault." And then Griphook took Harry and Hagrid to Vault 687.
Harry noticed that Hagrid did not like cart riding at all, to which Harry jokingly said, "These stalagmite and stalactite always confuse me." and Hagrid said, "Well first one has an M in it, and please don't ask me for anything now." Harry was finished seeing the Vault and filled the money bag with as many Galleons, Sickles and Knuts as Hagrid told him to, which was given to him by the Goblin Nation, which was charmed to keep unlimited coins.
Harry got tears in his eyes after seeing his mother's one thing i.e. 7 Poster Trunk. It was a proof that she lived. Finally, they reached Vault 713 which Hagrid called You Know Which Vault and collected the grubby little package present inside it. When Harry asked, Hagrid told him, "Top Secret, Dumbledore trusted me, can't tell." And then both of them found themselves outside Gringotts, only after receiving many bows and praises which he thoroughly returned to the Goblins.
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. I decided to change history of Fawcetts I hope that's not a problem as Fawcetts were never more than a background character both in movies and books. Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!