I'm not exactly sane, y'know?

Gringotts

Okay, fyi, Harry isn't completely insane yet y'know(He's mostly sane, for the time being.)? And I decided to close the voting for Harry's CI creature, I alrdy got one-

Soooo, sry Readers! Eep- Ik some of you wanted to choose probably but eh- U can choose your ship tho- But tbh, I'm leaning towards a single Harry story rn, but if not, choose quickly, guys!

Harry's POV

After the familiar, yet unpleasant sensation of the jerking of navels, being squeezed through a small tube and the unability to breathe, we arrived in Gringotts. As soon as I got my bearings, I shuddered, and wondered why we can't just get a portkey or something-

Oh yeah, Umbitch and her Ministry Decrees, I think something she did allowed her to be able to tell when a Portkey enters Hogwarts. Yeah, now she monitors every means of Wizarding communication. Bitch.

Anyways, I'm pretty sure we arrived fine, I lifted up my hands to inspect. Nope, looking great. My legs? Check. My face? Hopefully, I didn't splinch my eyebrows or anything, I don't think I would notice if a bit of my flesh or anything got splinched, I have a rather high pain tolerence. Andddd, nope, I look fine. Okay, let's see, Fred and George?

I turned around to check the two ginger additions I brought along, only to find goblin guards aiming spears at them. Said males had their hands up jokingly, though it was obvious they were wary and nervous at the sharp, goblin-made spears pointing at them, in a sign of surrender.

They noticed me looking at them and gave me identical smiles of relief and nervousness.

"Hey, Harrykins!-"

"-Mind helping us out over here?-"

"-We really don't apprieciate-"

"-Sharp weapons being aimed at us."

I cracked a grin at their splinched face, albeit not very painful. Fred had a splinched left eyebrow and a couple missing tufts of their famous Weasley-red hair, while George had both eyebrows partially splinched. Both twins looked super hilarious and wary at the sharp spears that occasionally poked at them.

"Noble Goblins, I apologize for not informing you of a couple of additions I was bringing along," I said, respectfully, giving them a small bow and gesturing for their weapons to be stowed away.

The goblins looked slightly suprised and pleased at the respect I showed them, and nodded curtly, putting down their spears and stepping away, most of them going back to resume their post at Merlin-Knows-Where.

I smiled at them encouragingly, silently telling them to stay next/behind me. They got the message and obediently followed my lead as I walked up to the nearest Goblin-occupied counter to asked for the Potter accounts manager.

I took a peek at the Goblin's name badge and confidently, respectfully spoke, "Sir Razorjaw, I believe I have a meeting with the Potter's account manager please, Sir Ragnok. As well as a scheduled inheritence test please, thank you."

Razorjaw eyed me in interest at the amount of respect I had, after all, it's not everyday that a well-mannered young wizard came in Gringotts, most of the wizards that come here spoke to them as if Goblins were lower than them, forgetting that Goblins have complete control of their money and are able to destroy their name and power they hold at a drop of a hat.