The Boy Who Never Was - A Harry Potter Fanfic

After finalizing the currency exchange, I turned to the goblin.

"I'd like to open an account and get a vault," I said, my tone casual but firm.

The goblin's sharp eyes flicked to me, studying my face before he gave a curt nod.

"Very well. Follow me."

Professor McGonagall's eyebrows rose slightly, but she remained silent, her expression impassive. Hermione and her parents, however, looked bewildered.

"What do you need a vault for?" Hermione asked.

"Storage," I replied simply, flashing her a grin.

The goblin led us to a separate desk where we filled out a brief parchment form.

With the formalities complete, the goblin clapped his hands, and another goblin appeared.

"Griphook, escort the young man to his vault."

Griphook, shorter and sterner than the first, motioned for me to follow.

"This way."

The Grangers hesitated, but McGonagall gestured for them to proceed.

"You'll want to see this. Gringotts has a rather... unique method of accessing vaults and everyone will eventually have one of their own in due time."

As we walked, the sound of clinking chains and distant mechanical hums grew louder.

We reached a platform where a small, rickety trolley awaited us, suspended over a labyrinth of tracks that descended into darkness.

"All aboard," Griphook instructed.

The Grangers exchanged uneasy glances.

"Is this safe?" Mr. Granger asked hesitantly.

Griphook smirked, a glint of sharp teeth visible.

"Perfectly. Unless you're foolish enough to stand up."

I climbed in eagerly, taking the front seat. "Let's go!"

Hermione and her parents settled in nervously behind me, with McGonagall seated stiffly at the rear.

Griphook stepped onto a small platform at the back of the trolley and pulled a lever.

With a jolt, we shot forward, the tracks twisting and plunging into the depths of the bank.

The rush of air was exhilarating, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"This is better than any rollercoaster!" I half yelled.

Behind me, however, the Grangers were faring less well.

Mrs. Granger's face turned pale, and Mr. Granger gripped the edge of the trolley with white-knuckled hands.

Hermione squeaked as the trolley took a sudden, stomach-dropping dive.

"Marvelous, isn't it?" McGonagall said dryly, though her expression betrayed a hint of unease.

We sped past glowing crystals, the occasional dragon roar echoing in the distance, and vault doors with ominous runes etched into their surfaces.

Finally, the trolley screeched to a halt in front of a modest iron door labeled "Vault 2074."

"This is yours," Griphook said, stepping off and producing a key from his pocket.

He inserted it into the lock and turned it with a heavy click.

The door creaked open to reveal a small, dimly lit space about five feet by five feet.

The vault was simple, with stone walls and a dirt floor.

A single shelf jutted out from one side, and a small pile of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts glimmered in the faint light.

This must be worth the 100 Galleons I paid earlier.

"This will suffice," I said, stepping inside and running a hand along the smooth, cool stone.

Secretly, I marveled at the possibilities. This vault could serve as the perfect cover for storing items I didn't want to keep in my inventory directly.

Griphook handed me a bronze ornate key.

"This is your copy. Keep it safe. Losing it is... unwise."

I nodded solemnly, slipping the key into my pocket. "Got it."

The Grangers peered in from the doorway, still looking queasy from the ride.

"It's so small," Hermione murmured.

"Small but secure," I replied with a grin.

Griphook locked the vault and gestured for us to return to the trolley. "Shall we?"

The ride back to the surface was just as thrilling, though I noticed the Grangers gripping each other tightly, clearly relieved when we finally stepped back into the marble hall.

As we exited Gringotts, Hermione turned to me, her brow furrowed.

"Why did you need a vault?"

"Everyone needs a safe place for their valuables and it isn't just money it can store." I said lightly.

McGonagall shot me am inquisitive look but ultimately said nothing.

Why is she so suspicious of me?

I returned her gaze with an innocent smile, wondering if she suspected more than she let on.

With my vault secure and my key in hand, I felt a newfound sense of freedom.

No one—not even the Gringotts goblins—could guess how much I could truly hide.

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