𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎. 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚈𝚘𝚞.

Year 1 - Magic Bricks

Lyla Potter's POV

I slept in really late the next morning. I was always woken up by Aunt Petunia's sharp rapping on the cupboard door early in the morning, telling me to get up and make breakfast. I heard an owl screech and I silently groaned, yelling at it to shut its bent beak in my mind. 

"Hagrid!" Harry called, "There's an owl!" 

"Pay him," Hagrid said, his face smashed into the broken sofa. 

"What?"

"He wants payin' fer deliverin' the paper. Look in the pockets." 

"Give him five Knuts," Hagrid said sleepily. 

"Knuts?" 

"The little bronze ones." I gave up on my mission for sleep when I heard Hagrid get up. I opened my eyes and squinted at the bright sunlight streaming in. 

"Good morning," I said, my words slurred with sleep.

"Best be Off, you two, lots ter do today, gotta get up ter London an' buy all yer stuff fer school." 

"Um -- Hagrid?" Harry said.

 "Mm?" Hagrid responded. 

"We haven't got any money -- and you heard Uncle Vernon last night ... he won't pay for us to go and learn magic."

 "Don't worry about that," Hagrid smiled, "D'yeh think yer parents didn't leave yeh anything?" 

"But if their house was destroyed --"

"They didn' keep their gold in the house, boy! Nah, first stop fer us isGringotts. Wizards' bank. Have a sausage, they're not bad cold -- an' I wouldn' say no teh a bit o' yer birthday cake, neither." 

"Wizards have banks?" I said.

"Just the one. Gringotts. Run by goblins."  

"Goblins?" I said. 

"Yeah -- so yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it, I'll tell yeh that. Never mess with goblins. Gringotts is the safest place in the world fer anything yeh want ter keep safe -- 'cept maybe Hogwarts. As a matter o' fact, I gotta visit Gringotts anyway. Fer Dumbledore. Hogwartsbusiness." Hagrid looked proud. "He usually gets me ter do important stuff fer him. Fetchin' you gettin' things from Gringotts --knows he can trust me, see. Got everythin'? Come on, then." Harry and I followed Hagrid out onto the rock. 

"How did you get here?" Harry asked, looking around for another boat. 

"Flew," said Hagrid. 

"Flew?" 

"Yeah -- but we'll go back in this. Not s'pposed ter use magic now I've got yeh."

"Seems a shame ter row, though," Hagrid speculated, "If I was ter -- er -- speed things up a bit, would yeh mind not mentionin' it at Hogwarts?" 

"Of course not," I said, eager to see more magic. Hagrid pulled out his umbrella, tapped it twice on the side of the boat, and they sped off. 

"Why would you be mad to try and rob Gringotts?" I asked. 

"Spells -- enchantments," Hagrid replied. "They say there's dragons guardin' the high security vaults. And then yeh gotta find yer way -- Gringotts is hundreds of miles under London, see. Deep under the Underground. Yeh'd die of hunger tryin' ter get out, even if yeh did manage ter get yer hands on summat." 

"Ministry o' Magic messin' things up as usual," Hagrid muttered, turning the page of his newspaper. 

"There's a Ministry of Magic?" I asked.