Daughter of Voldemort

The Crimson Necklace

Re-cap:

Voldy sighed, "A familiar is the creature that has a bond towards the magician, they are their own being with their own rights. They are quite intelligent."

I thought for a moment, "Could my Hellhound, Softy, be my familiar?"

Voldemort paused, "Hmm. I've never heard of such a large familiar. This would be a special case, you'd have to ask personally from Dumbledore."

Great.

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Next we went to some sort of bank called Gringots. I craned my neck to see the top of that building, geez, it looked like an old building, but the moment I stepped inside I was stupefied. Wow, it was HUGE! The inside had marble columns, the ground was made of marble. And there were a bunch of short people with suits sitting behind tall counters.

Voldemort strode to one counter in the center, "Deposit 204." And he shoved his wand into the desk.

I tugged at Voldy's sleeve, "Why did you put the wand on the desk?"

"It's a way to identify who I am." He explained.

"Oh." I said thoughtfully tapping my chin.

The short man inspected the wand from head to toe. We literally stood there for ten minutes while this moron was looking over a dang wand!

Voldemort snarled under his breath, "Hurry up will you! I haven't got all day!" 

The short man looked up and smirked, "That's Tom Riddle alright. You have gained entry, Hubble will help you."

I felt like I was going to explode, the man made us wait for ten minutes just to make sure Voldemort's reaction was normal!!

Wait, did shorty just call Voldemort, Tom Riddle? 

Before I could ask, the man I guessed was Hubble walked in. Jeez, is every worker here short?

The little man had a blond mustache, and had his hair tied back, with blue eyes. 

The little man stomped towards us and glowered, he pointed his pudgy hand at us and said,"Listen up peep squeaks (ironic how he's the one who is the peep squeak),my name is Hubble the Goblin and  we will be entering territory you might not even survive in!"

God, this guy sounded like we were entering a war zone. So these people were called Goblins...

"Hey wait a minute! Aren't Goblins evil?" I asked tapping my chin.

He pointed his finger at me and said, "Contrary to popular belief, that is not true. Only idiots that read too many muggle bedtime stories would believe such things."

My fists went up defensively, "Hey! You shouldn't judge people like that!!! You don't know how they've lived! If I judged you I would've thought you are single, women hate you, and you spend most of the time at work or drinking yourself to death. "

 The goblin's face turned red, "Y-you...you..," he spluttered.

He let out a huff then whirled around crossing his arms like an angry child, "Lets go."

Then he stomped towards the back of the building and there before us were mining tracks. And on top of it was a mining cart. We're going under ground, whoopee.

Did I mention I hate the dark?

I randomly grabbed someone's hand instinctively. It was Draco's hand.

He shot me a questioning look, I just smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm scared of the dark."

"Aw, poor baby." He cooed.