In Between Two Worlds (HP/PJO Crossover)

Chapter 25: We Go To Diagon Ally.

Harry and I woke early the next morning.

"It was a dream," I heard him mutter to himself, not noticing me yet. "I dreamed a giant called Hagrid and a girl called Karlee came to tell me I was going to a school for wizards. When I open my eyes I'll be at home in my cupboard."

His cupboard? I shrugged and tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Do I look like a dream to you?"

He grinned at me and was about to say something when there was a loud tapping noise.

We sat up and Hagrid's heavy coat fell off of us. The hut was full of sunlight, the storm was over, Hagrid himself was asleep on the collapsed sofa, and an owl was rapping its claw on the window, a newspaper held in its beak.

Harry scrambled to his feet. He went straight to the window and jerked it open. The owl swooped in and dropped the newspaper on top of Hagrid, who didn't wake up. The owl then fluttered onto the floor and began to attack Hagrid's coat.

"Don't do that."

I tried to wave the owl out of the way, but it snapped its beak fiercely at me and carried on savaging the coat.

"Hagrid!" said Harry loudly. "There's an owl!"

"Pay him," Hagrid grunted into the sofa.

"What?"

"He wants payin' fer deliverin' the paper. Look in the pockets." Hagrid's coat seemed to be made of nothing but pockets -- bunches of keys, slug pellets, balls of string, peppermint humbugs, teabags... finally, Harry pulled out a handful of strange-looking coins.

"Give him five Knuts," said Hagrid sleepily.

"Knuts?"

"The little bronze ones."

I counted out five little bronze coins, and the owl held out his leg so I could put the money into a small leather pouch tied to it. Then he flew off through the open window.

Hagrid yawned loudly, sat up, and stretched.

"Best be Off, Harry and Karlee, lots ter do today, gotta get up ter London an' buy all yer stuff fer school."

Harry was turning over the wizard coins and looking at them.

"Um -- Hagrid?"

"Mm?" said Hagrid, who was pulling on his huge boots.

"I haven't got any money -- and you heard Uncle Vernon last night ... he won't pay for me to go and learn magic."

"Oh my gods. I didn't even think about money!" I muttered

"Don't worry about that, you two," said Hagrid, standing up and scratching his head. "D'yeh think yer parents didn't leave yeh anything?"

"But if their house was destroyed --"

"They didn' keep their gold in the house, boy! Nah, first stop fer us is Gringotts. Wizards' bank. Yet mum's money is in there too, Karlee. She left it all to you. Have a sausage, they're not bad cold -- an' I wouldn' say no teh a bit o' yer birthday cake, neither."

"Left it all to me...but she's still alive," I muttered to myself.

"Wizards have banks?" Harry asked.

"Just the one. Gringotts. Run by goblins."

Harry dropped the bit of sausage he was holding. I quietly laughed at the look on his face.

"Goblins?"

"Yeah -- so yeh'd be mad ter try an' rob it, I'll tell yeh that. Never mess with goblins, Harry. Gringotts is the safest place in the world fer anything yeh want ter keep safe -- 'cept maybe Hogwarts. As a matter o' fact, I gotta visit Gringotts anyway. Fer Dumbledore. Hogwarts business." Hagrid drew himself up proudly. "He usually gets me ter do important stuff fer him. Fetchin' you, gettin' things from Gringotts -- knows he can trust me, see.