It was a really different sight from what Megan was used to. The people wore long cloaks, hats, there were owls everywhere, the shops were incredible. Books, glass vials, animals, all kinds of things no one would expect to see in a normal street.
“What is this place?” she asked in amazement.
“This, is where most of the wizarding folk come to get their magical supplies.”
“But I don't know what I need to get...”
“Oh, 'course, silly me!”
He produced a slightly crumpled piece of paper.
“Here yeh go, that's the list of stuff yeh need. But firs', we'll need to go to the Gringotts bank.”
“Bank? But I have no money...”
“Ah, then Gringotts is just the place.”
He led her up the streets. A few people greeted him along the way. Others just looked away.
“Ah, some people like their normality,” he'd shrugged when she'd asked about it. “Don't mind 'em.”
Gringotts was a tall white building that was surrounded by large white pillars. It was elegant, but in a snob way. Like it was trying to surpass everything else.
“Ah, they're very proud in Gringotts,” Hagrid had said when she'd expressed her feeling. “Best stay close to me.”
That, if it was supposed to reassure her, didn't. But she soon saw why. Like the outside, the inside of Gringotts was very pretentious. Gold and marble everywhere, a regal precision everywhere... and in the stalls on either side of the long hall, were... what were they?
“Hagrid...?” she asked in a whisper. “What are they...?”
She felt very uneasy and uncomfortable.
“Goblins. Brilliant with numbers, but not exactly the social type. Don't worry, though. They stay still most of the time. They love calculations.”
Somehow, that didn't make her feel any safer. They reached the final counter, straight ahead. Another elderly goblin sat there, his long wrinkled nose bent over papers. When he heard them reach him, he looked up.
“Hello there, Miss Potter here wishes to make a withdrawal.”
“You have your key, I trust?”
Key? What key? She was about to say no, when Hagrid said:
“Oh, I have it.”
He rummaged through his enormous pockets and pulled out a small gold key.
“Here. Oh, and there's the, uh... the business in the you know which vault."
He nodded.
“I'll have a goblin escort you.”
Soon, they were led to a cart that wobbled into an underground tunnel. After what felt like an eternity, they reached vault 515.
“Key, please.”
The goblin unlocked the vault. And Megan gasped.
“Wait... wha... what is...”
There were piles and piles of gold, silver and bronze coins.
“What is all this?!”
“That, is what your parents left yeh. Didn't think they'd leave yeh resourceless, did yeh?”
She was unable to speak.
“You mean... all this is mine?” She finally asked.
“Yep. Yeh should just take enough for your supplies, for now. Yeh never know when yeh might need it.”
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Megan Potter - A saga of the Heart - Book 1 - A Witch's Heart
Fanfiction- Be who you are - "Hogwarts is real". Those simple words changed Megan's life forever. Living with her awful aunt and uncle, she thought magic was only in story books. Until a strange giant of a man comes to find her. And if that wasn't strange eno...
