Why not join the dark?

Gringotts

Harry gripped the portkey in his hand and took a moment to breathe in, as he considered the room around him.

He had decided, once he had finished packing, that he was going to come back for his belongings afterwards. Only then would he decide whether he was going to stay or leave, once he had met with the goblins.

For that purpose, he had packed a cheap black backpack, that he bought the previous summer, with the things that he would be taking with him for his day's outing. He had decided that he would take his sack of remaining wizarding money, the few hundred muggle pounds that he had accrued over the years, his invisibility cloak and the muggle phone that he had bought despite the fact that he couldn't use it around magic.

With one last glance around his room, he nodded that he had everything he needed for the day, his packed trunk sitting securely at the base of his bed, Hedwig out hunting and a locking charm on his bedroom door that would keep his relatives out while he was gone.

Once sure, he looked down at the Gringotts letter, his grip crinkling the paper, before he sighed slightly, looked up and said, "Galleon".

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He appeared with a crack-whip sound and a thud as he impacted the hard stone floor. The thin carpet acting as a pitiful buffer to break his contact with the suddenly approaching ground. He had never been good with portkeys and he didn't see that changing any time soon. Actually, he rather seemed to suck at all forms of magical travel, which was strange, especially considering how good his balance and core strength were. He obviously just missed the mark on how to use them and no one had ever actually attempted to help, so he was left to fumble and make a mess of it.

"Quite graceful, Mr.Potter." An amused, gravely voice spoke from behind him.

The sudden sound startled Harry, leaving him to spin around in surprise and come face-to-face with an ancient looking goblin. His eyes took in the sentient creature. He was taller than the average bank teller, with whitened hair and a monocle in one eye. He held many scars that appeared to originate from crude weapons and there was an air of power about him.

Harry's eyes moved to beside him, where another goblin stood, one he recognised.

"Ah, Griphook! Nice to see you!" He bowed politely and the smaller bank teller looked a little startled, before a nudge from the older goblin prompted him forward and he reciprocated the niceties being shown by the young wizard before them.

"Mr.Potter." He greeted and stepped back to his position beside and slightly behind the other goblin.

The older one nodded at Griphook's response and turned his attention back to Harry.

"Allow me to introduce myself, Mr.Potter. I am Assistant Bank Manager Slawhook. You already know my grandson."

Harry looked between the two goblins in surprise, before nodding and smiling with the honour of being treated so civilly.

"Our bank manager is occupied for the day, meetings and such. Due to this, I will be overseeing your visit. Feel free to ask any questions of myself or Griphook. His attendance was advised as he had served you before."

Harry nodded and then moved forward to take the seat before the large oak desk, when he was promoted to by the older goblin.

"As I'm sure you were informed in our correspondence, you have reached an early inheritance. We looked into you parents' will and documentation and discovered that there was a substantial amount of time-turned usage, within the dates of 29/10 and 31/10, 1981."

Harry looked at the older goblin in surprise, not quite sure about where he was going with this, but understanding that the time was significant. In more ways than one, which was particularly infamous.