Messrs Marauder

Diagon Alley

The street embedded with magic twisted and turned out of sight, the facades of shops stacked up with broomsticks, couldrons, apothecary, potions, magical beasts, the atmosphere thick with the smell of Wizardry delicacies and green flames that errupted suddenly from fireplaces, the hooting of owls, the excited cries of children as they gorgged their eyes on the newest broomsticks, bickering about their newest treasures, the feeling was overwhelming engulfed by magic with a heart roaring and dreamy starry eyes I gaped in awe as the wizarding world welcomed me.

"We have a lot to do but before that we have to go to Gringotts the bank of the wizards." Minerva said and she lead the way through the crowd.

A snowy white building towered over the other little shops against the setting sun, with its burnished bronze doors guarding the wealth of the wizarding world stood the Gringotts.
Two creatures were stood beside the gates guarding in their uniform of scarlet and gold with swarthy clever faces, pointed beards and very long fingers and feet. Goblins the clever wicked magical creatures that guarded the treasures in fairy lands and fantasy worlds, my mind swam with folklore as they bowed to us ad we passed them and were facing a second pair of doors, silver this time with words engraved upon them:

ENTER STRANGER, BUT TAKE HEED
OF WHAT AWAITS THE SIN OF GREED,FOR THOSE WHO TAKE, BUT DO NOT EARN, MUST PAY MOST DREADLY 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.

Well that's excitingly dark I thought and again a pair of goblins bowed us through the silver doors and we entered a vast marble hall. Hundreds and hundreds of goblins seated in high stools behind long counters, scribbling in large ledgers, weighing coins on brass scales, examining stones through eye glasses, counting and marking precious rubies and sapphires, large chandeliers hug from the ceilings, intricately carved pillars held the marvellous ceiling smooth as glass that reflected all the people that walked into the bank of Wizards.

"Prof. McGonagall." hoarsed the voice from behind the counter, an elderly goblin examined us beneath his crooked gaze.

"Yes Griphawk, I have come here for Ms. Devi." Minerva said shortly.

"Mmmhh..." trailed of the goblins as his eyes landed on me, his hands reached beneath and extracted an old book and heaved it over the table. The ancient book fluttered open with a shimmering glow, and a hoarse voice was heard, sound and clear:

Hark seeker and you shall be granted;
Wrath roaring and reigning high,
It descends devouring and destroying everything in its way,
Nothing is spared under its malice as it descends with its perishing touch...
Answer seeker and you shall be granted...

The voice trailed, the words echoing inside my head, wrath...wrath roaring high, perishing touch....
"LIGHTING!!! LIGHTING!! it's lighting!!!" I screamed as the verses all fell into place like a puzzle, my voice reverberated through the hall as everything went silent and only the clinking of gems and coins where heard. Griphawk eyed me with his ugly vision and gave a small intricately carved key made from bronze to one of the goblins that bowed and ordered us to follow him opening a wooden door carved in white with sculptures of goblins and their story as treasure gaurdians.

The door was opened into a narrow stone passageway lit with flaming torches. It sloped steeply downwards and there were little railway tracks on the floor. The goblin whistled and a small cart came hurtling up the tracks towards us and we all climbed into one of the carts as pairs and the goblin rode alone blowing another whistle the cart jerked forward and we were off. The tracks twisted and swirled like a maze, the flaming torches flew past us like flicker of light, the adrenaline coursed through me and I howled with excitement with my arms in the air and yelling my barbaric yawp I swayed as the cart rattled againt the tracks plunging us deeper into the tunnel. After many more twists and turns the cart halted beside a small door in the passage wall, we all descended and the goblin unlocked the door and the chamber was filled with heaps of gold, silver and bronze coins.