Harry Potter and the Years at Hogwarts

Goblins, Rituals, Contracts, and MORE!

'Thoughts' - "Speech" - "Parseltongue/Parselmagic" - Letters - Gobbledook

A/N Alright just to prefix this chapter, I want to say, we are getting into the real story now.

As Harry walked into what seemed like a pub, Harry kept his head down, and listened to Sambah's instructions on where to go. He hid near a brickwall in the back, and waited for someone to open it up. As expected, a wizard went through, and Harry memorized the pattern before quickly following through.

As he walked through he noticed a very busy street and was awestruck. "Welcome to Diagon Alley, Master. We need to speak to the Goblins, walk a bit and it's that big tall building over there."

Harry started walking towards it, It was quite busy, and no one seemed to notice a little five year old heading towards the famed Wizarding Bank.

When he entered the place, he noticed a lot of goblins. He walked up to a raised desk and spoke in Gobbledook as instructed by Sambah.

"Greetings, great goblin. I wish to speak to someone regarding me and my family."

"Oh? And what might your name be, speaker of the natural tongue."

"My name is Harry Potter. And thank you for acknowledging me."

"Ah think nothing of it, friend. Since you are from the house of Potter, You will be meeting with Director Ragnok. Please let Griphook here escort you."

"Alright, we are here, you may walk in child, but disrespect the Director, and you will not walk out alive." Harry gulped as he stepped through the grand double doors with an exquisite archway.

"Greetings, Director Ragnok. I am here because I want to know more about my family, myself, and anything else you wish to share with me. My name is Harry Potter, this snake over here is my familiar and is named Sambah."

"Hmm, I will see what I can do. It is surprising however, you are a little boy, and you speak a language most grown wizards don't learn." "Let us start speaking in English again, it might be more comfortable for you."

"Mr. Potter, do me a favor and take this knife and draw some blood while pooring it into this vial, just to know you are who you speak." Harry did what he was told silently. After fifteen minutes or so, The old goblin's eyes went wide, and he had a look of disbelief.

"Erh, Harry James Potter. You are the Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. And according to our files, you are to be living with Lord Greengrass and his family. Why are they not with you?"

"Sir, I am not aware of anyone known as Lord Greengrass, I have been living with my Uncle and Aunt, who are not wizards and learned of magic recently, through my beloved snake. I am a parseltongue, you see."

"Ah I will do my best and research this stuff for you. However here is a vault key, it is for a trust vault left for you and your brother, by your parents. Go to your vault, and take a look around Diagon Alley, come back here in two hours."

So Harry did as he was told, asked the same goblin from earlier to visit his vault. After he showed his key, he was lead by Griphook again, and taken to his trust vault. When Griphook opened it for him, he looked at Heaps of gold coins, Pillars of the silver ones, and Stacks of the red ones. As he was staring in awe, Griphook explained that they were Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts. He also gave the value.

With a small bag, He started taking handfuls of each into his back, and took more gold than the rest. When he thought he had enough for now, he asked the goblin to return him.