White Scars

Diagon Alley

"Alright now, stick together please. Fred and George keep an eye on Ginny and Ron."

"Alright." They both lazily replied, affirming out of obligation rather than any concern.

"Dearie, you come with me. We need to make a visit to Gringotts. Arthur, make sure you watch those two troublemakers."

"Aye, aye. ma'am." She really is like a drill sergeant.

"Come dear, we need to get your things after this as well."

I assume Gringotts is a bank, but what exactly are we going to do there? Get a loan? I can't imagine the Weasleys have the excess to pay for me. I suppose he might've done something. Surely he could've just left the Weasleys with the money though...

A marble white building sits at the edge of the street with large imposing doors at the front. This must be it. Pushing open the door, which required less effort than it should've revealed a hall filled with many small people. Their visage was rather grotesque, saggy skin and shriveled features with rather large pointy ears.

"Goblins. They're a rather proud race so watch your tone. They handle Gringotts, all wealth in the wizarding world is handled through the Gringotts' company." All of the wizarding world depends on goblins for their economy. There must be several advantages to this or it'd never stick. Perhaps they have traits or specific magics that are suited to the role?

At the end of the hallway lay a lectern where one goblin sat above the rest, currently reading through a scroll of parchment and writing using a quill. It certainly feels magical, but isn't it a bit outdated? I can't imagine how much of a mess logistics would be without electronics.

Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat twice to get the attention of the goblin residing above us.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Ayanokouji Kiyotaka would like to make a withdrawal from his vault."

"I see... And does he have his key?" The goblin peered over his parchment getting a good look at the both of us.

"Yes, I have it here." Presenting a small bronze key from her pocket.

"And a letter of recognition from his guardian?"

"Yes. He has been left in my care for the time being." Mrs. Weasley finished whilst also handing a sealed envelope over to the goblin. The front addressed Gringotts and had a sender of Albus Dumbledore, my current guardian.

"Very well. See them to the vault."

"Understood." Another goblin came at the behest of the overseer, snapping quickly to the left and opening dual wooden doors and descending down the steps. Mrs. Weasley and myself trot along, matching our pace to the goblin's.

At the end of the pathway lay a minecart sort of contraption, albeit slightly more complicated. It was enclosed and looked more like a theme park ride.