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Old January 30th, 2007, 4:01 am
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Re: Runaway

Chapter Eight

As they strode briskly down the street, Sirius was very curious as to where his uncle was leading him. But he said nothing as they wove through the crowds of witches and wizards hanging out in the streets, or going in and out of various shops. Diagon Alley was one of the few places in the world where witches and wizards could interact without worrying about any encounters with muggles. There were dozens stores located on the sides of the streets, where you could buy spell books, wands, potions, cauldrons, owls, and much, much more.

After several more minutes of walking, (or in Alphard’s case, staggering drunkenly) they came to a halt outside of a snowy white building that towered above all the other little shops. Gringotts, the wizarding bank.

Sirius stared at the enormous building in awe. Of course he had seen Gringotts before, many times, on trips to buy his school supplies. Although he had never been inside of it, as Mrs. Black preferred her husband to fetch their gold from the bank while they waited for him at the entrance to Knockturn Alley. Knockturn Alley was similar to Diagon Alley, but with a darker look, with stores that sold items concerning the Dark Arts.

“Ya comin’?”

Sirius shook his head to clear his thoughts. He was not going to even think about his old life. He had run away from it and was not going back, not even in his mind.

Sirius followed his uncle up to the large bronze doors, outside of which stood a goblin in a scarlet and gold uniform, who bowed as they walked inside. The goblin was very short, with a pointed beard and extremely long fingers and feet.

Now they were facing a set of silver doors, upon which was engraved these words:

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.

This time there was a pair of goblins outside the doors, who also bowed as they walked by. The two wizards then emerged into a vast marble hall, which contained a long counter where about a hundred more goblins were sitting on high stools, writing on papers, using scales, and doing other tasks pertaining to a bank.

Alphard walked to the first free goblin and said, “I’d like to make a withdrawal from Vault 421.”

The goblin, who had particularly long fingers, took in Alphard’s stained robes, his bloodshot eyes, and the bottle that he still held in his hand.

“Do you have the key sir?” he asked in a scratchy voice.

“’Course I do. Sirius hold this.”

He shoved his bottle into Sirius’ hands and began searching in his pockets for the key.

“Here.” He said at last, placing a small, golden key upon the counter.

“Seems to be in order.” Said the goblin, after a quick examination of the key. “Griphook here will take you down to the vault.”

Another goblin appeared from behind the counter, took the key, and started off to another set of doors at the other end of the hall.

Alphard turned around, and then looked at Sirius incredulously.

“What do ya think ya’re doin’ with that bottle? Ya shouldn’t be drinking at your age. Gimme that!”

Bemused, Sirius handed over the bottle, knowing full well that he would never get drunk and become as crazy and forgetful as his uncle.

“Well, come on!”

And so Sirius followed his uncle and the goblin Griphook down into the vaults of Gringotts.


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