Catching Water (Discontinued, rewrite in progress)

Gringotts

Percy's POV

I wake up, wondering to all the gods on Olympus why I'm so tired. Then it all comes flooding back to me. Bethany.

I stretch, and walk into the kitchen, finding Bethany dressed to go to London. She looks a bit nervous, but she smiles cheekily when she sees me.

"Happy birthday Percy!" She yells. 

"Bethany!" Mom says disapprovingly. "Don't yell inside the house."

"Sorry."

We go about our breakfast as normally as we can. It doesn't however, stop us from wondering about the man. Ten a clock comes and goes. Right at ten thirty, the doorbell rings. Bethany starts hyperventilating.

Bethany's POV

The moment the clock hits ten thirty, a familiar crack fills the house, the sound bouncing against the walls like a ping pong ball. Dumbledore appears in the kitchen, chuckling at my brother who's scarfing down a bit of blue toast.

"Are you ready to go, Bethany?" Dumbledore asks. I nod. "Take my arm." 

What? He's crazy.

"Why?" I ask. Dumbledore chuckles again. I roll my eyes. If this guy is trying to kill me, he'll find that it hurts to be punched in the face by an angry demigod. I take his arm. I feel a sensation of being squeezed through a tight, airless tube, before I land next to Dumbledore, fighting to keep my food down.

After a couple of seconds, I begin to take in my surroundings. We're in a busy London street full of regular mortals. A few give Dumbledore a weird look, but he doesn't seem to mind. We approach a small doorway that appears to be unnoticed by any of the passerby. I notice a sign over it. The Leaky Cauldron.

I have little time to puzzle over this before I walk inside. 

I am overwhelmed by the amount of people in the pub. 

"Hello Dumbledore! Escorting a student I see!" The barkeeper says. Dumbledore nods. 

I am led into a small room. Dumbledore gets out his wand and taps a certain brick. It quivers, and soon, a hole appears, turning into a large archway that reveals a long twisting alleyway.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley." Dumbledore says.

I walk down the alley, partly amazed at the wonderful shops, and partly worried about being attacked by monsters. 

"First we're going to get some money out of your vault. Then you can explore around as much as you want." Professor Dumbledore explains. We nod, and head toward a white marble building.

"Gringotts." Dumbledore explains.

"Okay...." I say, unsure. We walk up to the building, where two odd creatures, goblins, Dumbledore tells me, open the door, where a poem (which I sadly am too dyslexic to decipher) is imprinted. The room was made of rich marble, and more goblins sat behind a large counter, weighing coins, and many large jewels. We approach a particular goblin, who seems to know Dumbledore, because when he looks up, he jumps.

"D-Dumbledore! What brings you here?" He asks.

"I am here to escort Bethany Rose to her vault." He replies. The goblin gives a start of surprise before looking over at me.

"But she doesn't look anything like her mother!"

"I can assure you she will be recognized." Dumbledore says. He draws out a golden key decorated with emeralds.

"Very well." The goblin says. "I'll have Rookwood take you down there."

We are led by a short goblin with a white beard, who I assume is Rookwood, into a stone passageway lit by torches. I am herded into a cart, which goes so fast I think I'm going to be sick. I definitely prefer walking. Oh well. Finally, the cart comes to a stop.

"Vault 54" Rookwood says. Holy Hera, how old is this vault?

The vault looked like the ones we'd passed, but that was from the outside. When Rookwood put the key in the lock, I was in for a surprise. When years of smoke cleared out, I saw a room made of white stone. Many marble statues lined the walls. Goblets stood proudly on the table.

At the head of the room, a very old statue of a great king sat, holding his marble sword proudly up in the air. Pages upon  pages of parchment were put upon dusty wooden shelves. And in the middle of the room, heaps of gold, silver, and bronze sat.

Dumbledore chuckled at my face.

"I really don't need all this." I say.

"Oh, you can pass what you don't need to your children." He replies.

"If I even survive long enough to get married." I mutter. I take a few coins and put them in my purse. I'm about to leave, when I decide something.

"Wait!" I run over to a table a pick up a goblet. Of course it had to be made of silver and rubies,and full of weathering from being in here for Hades knows how long,  but it would do.

I then consent to follow Dumbledore out of my vault.