Forthcoming

1.3 Diagon Ally

Part Three.
Book 1.
Chapter Three.

(Hadrian's Pov)

Gringotts. I Hate Gringotts. Sure, it's filled with money, and is the most trusted place in England to store valuable items. And to any other normal person, it would seem weird to just ... hate a bank. But being even near that building makes my stomach churn. And it's all because of those creatures. I hate goblins. 'Hate' Is a strong word, I know. And you might be saying, 'Oh Hadrian stop being cruel!' 'Oh Hadrian they're misunderstood and what to be respected!' I Just couldn't care less. They're inferior to me. Me, a human. A powerful wizard. They are disgusting, ugly creatures, who live and die to serve at this bank. It's pathetic really, and I actually might feel a tiny bit of pity for them.

I walked closely next to my mother, my eyes fixated on my shiny, freshly polished trainers. Out of nowhere she rubbed my arm slowly. I guess she could sense my discomfort. I looked up to her, and smiled weakly, feeling slightly better. I had always had a connection with my mother. We were closer than my father and I.
Growing up, I spent most of the time I could think of with my mother. My father was always busy. Always away. My sisters, though, we were close. They were my bestfriends. My partners. But, my mother and I's relationship was different, and she never seemed to mind my presence. Since the house-elves did all of the cooking and the cleaning, there was barely anything to ever do. Which I didn't mind, the garden was much more interesting to me. My mother had tended it often, out there many hours of the day. If she wasn't, she was in the library, reading many different sorts of literature which seemed strange and surreal.

The grand doors of Gringotts opened wide, revealing... them. I looked down and watched my feet, following closely behind my mother. I think if I even dared to look at those... things i'd puke.

"Mister Tom Riddle." It spoke, "Surprising to see you're still a free man. Rumor has it you were responsible for the death of young Lily and James Potter."

"Most certainly not." My father said nonchalantly, "the courts were able to prove me and my Wife's innocence. No such crimes were done, and I hope you're not spreading such misinformation."

"But how?" said the Goblin obviously intrigued. "Your robes were found at the scene." It seemed to make eye contact with me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable with it's gaze.

"That's absurd!" I listened inventively to my father, i've never heard this.. story before. "I was framed. It was all a plan of theirs."

"By who?" The goblin questioned.

"Sirius Black." He began, "I'm sure you've heard of the stories, he was the secret keeper, and told the Dark Lord the whereabouts to where the Potter's lives."

"Right." The goblin said uncertainty.

I looked down and rolled my eyes, scoffing quietly. "Hadrian." My mother said softly, tapping my shoulder. The goblin called for another, who held the door for my family. Like how they should. We were in a familiar narrow stone passage, and torches seemed to be our only source of light. We followed closely behind this goblin, who led us to the cart. I sat down uncomfortably next to my mother and father, gripping my mother's hand. Bracing for the ride I was about to have to go through.

The cart started at high speeds. My breathe stopped in my throat, and I closed my eyes shut tightly. I'm guessing my mother noticed since she rubbed my arm reassuringly. The cart thrashed and whipped around, making my head spin distastefully. The cart stopped almost as fast as it started. I got up slightly dizzy, trying to stand on my own two feet.