Harriet Potter book 1

Gringotts

Finally back! I had to pack up all of my books and move them because my mom wanted her book shelf back. It took me awhile to shuffle through my books for my Harry Potter ones since I own 600+ books. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. I decided on a first person POV for now at least. If any of you hate it I'll be willing to completely rewrite this chapter. Enjoy~

I noticed a figure standing beside the buildings burnished bronze doors, they wore a scarlet and gold uniform, was that-

"Yeah, that's a goblin," Hagrid quietly stated. I wondered if I said that aloud as we climbed the stairs toward the doors. The goblin in question was just a head shorter than me. He had a swarthy, clever looking face, a pointy beard, and incredibly long fingers and feet. He bowed as Hagrid and I passed him him to enter the building. Then we came face-to-face with a second set of doors, this time they were silver, with words engraved upon them:

Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.

"Like I told yeh, it woul' be mad ter try an' Rob it," said Hagrid.

A pair of goblins bowed us through the second pair of doors and we entered a large marble hall. About a hundred or so more goblins were sat on top of high stool that were behind a long counter, scribbling in huge ledgers, examining precious stones through eyeglasses, and weighing coins on brass scales. There were too many doors too count leading out of the hall, and yet more goblins kept showing people in and out of them. Hagrid and I headed toward the counter.

"Morning," Hagrid greeted a free goblin. "We're here ter take some money from Ms. Harriet Potter's safe."

"Do you have her key, sir?"

"Got it here somewhere," Hagrid started pulling things from his pockets and depositing it onto the counter. He scattered a handful of moldy dog treats all over the goblins book of numbers. The goblin wrinkled his nose in disgust. I got bored and started to watch a goblin to my right who was weighing a pile of rubies that were as big as glowing coals.

Hagrid pulled my attention back to him when he finally said, "Got it." He was holding a tiny golden key.

The goblin closely inspected it.

"I also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid said this with a certain sense of importance as he puffed his chest out. "It's about You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen."

The goblin carefully read the letter over.

"Very well," he nodded once and handed the letter back to Hagrid, "I will have someone take both of you down to the vaults. Griphook!"

Griphook was yet another goblin. I waited as Hagrid shoved the dog biscuits into his pockets, before following Griphook toward one of the many doors leading away from the hall.

"What is the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen?" I asked.

"I can't tell yeh," He answered mysteriously. "Very secret. Hogwarts business. Dumbledore trusted me ter to this. More'n my job's worth ter tell yeh that."

Griphook kindly held the door open for us. I was surprised by what I saw because I had been expecting more marble, instead there was a narrow stone path lit with flaming torches. The passageway was a steep slope downward and it had a small rail track that lined the floor. As Griphook whistled a small cart came hurling up the tracks towards us. Once it was settled in front of us with clambered in with some difficulty in Hagrid's case, before we were off.

At the beginning we were simply hurtled through a winding maze of passages. I tried to remember the oath we were taking, left, right, right, left, middle fork, right, left, by that point my head was spinning trying to keep up. The cart seemed to know where it was going though because Griphook wasn't steering it.

I fought the urge to squeeze my eyes shut as cold air whooshed by and stung my eyes. There was a burst of fire at the end of a passage and I turned around to see if it was a dragon- but was too late. We plunged deeper, passing an underground lake where large stalagmites and stalactites were grown from the ceiling to the floor.

"I've yet to know what's the difference between a stalctite and a stalagmite?" I yelled over the noise of the cart to Hagrid.

"Stalagmite's got an 'm' in it," Hagrid answered. "An don' ask me questions just now, I think I'm gonna be sick."

Just then I noticed that he had gotten a little green. When the cart came to a stop beside a small door in the wall of the passage, Hagrid scrambled out and had to lean against the wall to stop his knees from trembling.

Griphook unlocked the small door. A lot of green smoke came rushing out as the door opened, as it cleared I couldn't help but gasp. Inside the vault were columns of gold coins. Heaps of silver. Mounds of small bronze Knuts.

"All yours," Hagrid grinned.

All mine- I stood there stunned. There was no way the Dursleys knew or they would have had it faster than I can blink. They had complained about how much I cost them so many times already. If they had only known about the small fortune belonging to me, buried under London.

Hagrid was kind enough to help me pile some into a bag.

"The gold coins are Galleons, seventeen silver Sickles to a Galleon and twenty-nine Knuts to a Sickle. Easy enough," he explained. "That should be enough fer a few terms, they'll keep the rest safe for yeh." Then he directed his attention to Griphook. "Off to vault seven hundred and thirteen now, please, can we go slower?"

Griphook scowled, "Only one speed."

As soon as we squeezed back into the cart it whisked us even further down and gathered speed as it went. The air grew colder and colder as we were flung around tight corners. The cart rattled over an underground ravine, I leaned over the side of the cart trying to see what was at the bottom of the dark ravine. Hagrid yanked me back by the scruff of my neck.

There wasn't a key for vault seven hundred and thirteen.

"Stand back," Griphook demanded. He gently ran one of his long fingers down the door and it melted beneath his touch.

"If anyone but a Gringotts goblin were to do that they'd be sucked through the door and trapped inside the vault," Griphook explained.

I couldn't resist asking, "So how often do you check the vaults to see if anybody is inside?"

"About once every ten years," Griphook had a nasty grin as he said this.

For this vault to have such top security it must hold something truly extraordinary. I eagerly tried to get a good look at the jewels that had to be inside, but it looked to be empty. Then I noticed a grubby looking package that was wrapped in brown paper was laying on the ground. Hagrid scooped it up and tucked it inside of his coat. I really want to know what was in the package but I figured I shouldn't ask.

"Back into the infernal cart, and don't speak to me on the way back, best if I keep me mouth shut," Hagrid said.

Okay so I know I said I'd write till Draco but I wanted to give you guys something. I've been incredibly busy because I literally just moved across the country. Sorry.