52Chapter 6
Chapter Six: The next day.
Harry's POV
Harry woke up the next morning surprisingly refreshed and comfortable. Not something he was used to giving the nightmares he normally suffers from, when he sleeps. He was tempted to just relax and fall back asleep, but he noticed that he was also warm and pressed against another warm body.
He sucked in a breath and slowly opened his eyes, he was pressed close to Malfoy, his arm over the other's chest. He tried not to breath as he slowly lifted up his arm and rolled away from his rival. He let out a breath when Malfoy didn't move or wake up.
He silently walked across the room, a skill he had mastered from living with the Dursley's and then had used far too many times at Hogwarts, when he entered the bathroom, he closed the door and leaned against it.
He hadn't ever slept in the same bed as anyone before, so he hadn't thought about the possibility of ending up that close. He was just grateful that he woke up first and not Malfoy because no way would the blonde have been okay with that. He would definitely end up sleeping on the floor for the rest of the time they were stuck here.
He took his time going to the bathroom, letting his mind wake up. Then he rinsed his hands and face and left the bathroom. When he sat at the table. He noticed a small roll of parchment in the center and reached out then grabbed it.
It seemed Malfoy had been busy, he had written down a few accounts of people saying they had travelled in time and had even written down a few basic spells that were said to manipulate time.
He put the blondes notes back where he found them and picked up a small stack of coins Malfoy must have left out. He hoped that they were left for him, because before this he hadn't even see Malfoy's money. Deciding to let Malfoy sleep, he changed and pocketed the money.
He didn't plan on being gone long, but he still left a small note on another piece of parchment before he left.
He ate breakfast at a small shop before he went about to buy some toiletries they needed for the bathroom. He was on his way back when a wave of dizziness hit him. He stumbled and barely caught himself on a wall, it didn't last long and when it was gone, he felt tired.
He stayed leaning against the wall until he was sure he was alright, then finished heading back to their room.
Malfoy was awake and reading, when he opened the door. The blonde looked up long enough to make sure it was him, then went back to his book.
Harry put his bags in the bathroom and then sat on the edge of the bed. He was debating telling the blonde about his dizzy spell or even asking if Malfoy was having any side effects, when Malfoy stopped reading and looked at him.
"What?" the blonde asked, brow raised and a strange look on his face.
"Huh?" he asked, he didn't think he said anything out loud.
"I can practically hear your mind working, what is it?"
"Oh, it's nothing," he mumbled, looking away from the blonde.
There was a snort, "you're a horrible liar Potter."
He looked up ready to snap and argue, but slammed his mouth shut. Which caused the smug Slytherin to laugh. "You can't even deny it."
Harry groaned.
Then snapped, "You know most people don't see that as a bad thing."
"Most people don't have to rely on it to keep them alive," Malfoy countered.
He wanted to ask, but the way Malfoy was glaring at him, told him it was not a smart idea.
"So, what's your plan for money?" he asked, changing the subject.
The blonde relaxed a little. "Family vaults are accessible to those that can prove by magic and blood that they are allowed. I believe if done correctly I can gain access to my family vaults." He sounded so smug, that Harry wanted to kick him.
"Won't some notice the missing money?" he asked instead of kicking,
Malfoy actually paused to think it over.
"If I don't remove more than we need it should go unnoticed." It sounded like Malfoy was speaking more to himself than to Harry, but he nodded his head anyway.
"So, are we are off to Gringotts then?" he asked.
He was tempted to ask if he could stay behind, he was dead tired and wasn't looking forward to spending more time with Malfoy, but if the Slytherin's theory was correct, he wanted to try getting money from his own vault, he didn't want to have to rely on Malfoy for money the whole time they were stuck here.
"Of course," Malfoy said, then like the day before he was up and moving towards the door, expecting Harry to follow him. He was so very tempted to not move, but the need for money outweighed him messing with the blonde, so he pushed himself off the bed and followed.
It wasn't until they reached Gringotts that he started to feel nervous. If Malfoy's plan didn't work they would be in trouble and they might have to seek help from someone in this time. And given that their parents were too young, it would have to be the headmaster, and that thought alone made his stomach hurt.
He followed behind Malfoy as the blonde found an open teller.
"We would like to speak to someone in private," Malfoy said with a slight bow to the goblin behind the counter, Harry felt his brows lift and his mouth open. Did Malfoy really show respect to someone other than a pureblood wizard?
The goblin tilted his head in a slight bow. "One moment." Then he turned and disappeared behind some large doors.
"Shut your mouth, Potter." the blonde muttered, without turning around.
He groaned, did Malfoy really know he had been standing there gaping at him or was he telling him not to say anything. Whichever it was, he closed his mouth.
A few seconds later, the goblin that had been behind the counter came out followed by a slightly taller goblin that was well dressed and held a frown on his face.
"My name is Grimmhook, please follow me," the taller one said, and then lead them into a private room. The room was larger than Harry had been expecting. At one end it held a large desk, large in width, not height. Two chairs in front of it. But at the other end, there was a sitting area, two decent sized couches facing each other, with a table in the middle. Harry could see a few items scattered across the table, but besides a few bowls, he couldn't really tell what was there.
While he took in the room, Grimmhook took his seat behind the desk and gestured for them to do the same. They moved in sync, as they crossed the room and took their seats.
"Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter, what may I assist you with," he asked, pointedly looking at Malfoy.
They both froze and stared at the Goblin. "How did you know our names?" Harry asked. He looked at Malfoy and saw the other teen was tense, probably thinking of a way to get out of the room and bank if needed.
"You will find many spells in Gringotts, one of which identifies bloodlines as they enter. It is to help ensure the safety of our vaults and your items, we are interested in." Well, he thought, that should make proving who we are easier.
The blonde hold himself straight in his chair, "I need to gain access to my family's vaults."
The goblin looked, well annoyed, and Harry could guess why. The way Malfoy said it was as if it was an everyday thing, that any goblin could have helped with. He groaned.
"It's not just that," he said and shuddered when they both turned to look at him.
He ignored Malfoy, "We…" he said drawing out the we, to make a point to the blonde, "need to access our family's vaults, but are unsure if it is possible." The goblin tilted his head, encouraging me to continue.
He had a brief thought of making up some story, but then he remembered something he had read.
The goblins at Gringotts were not allowed to tell anyone what was said or done by one of their clients. So, here was someone they could actually tell about their problem and the Goblin couldn't say a word to anyone without their permission.
So, he sat up straighter. "We aren't from this time." He heard Malfoy let out a breath, and knew for sure he was being glared at. "We somehow ended up in the past, and until we find out how and a way home, we need to be able to survive, which means money," he finished.
Grimmhook looked at them both, taking them in. Then he nodded his head and stood up,
"Excuse me, while I get your paperwork."
"Paperwork?" he muttered, as the goblin left the room.
"What the hell, Potter!?" the blonde snapped. "You tell me we can't say anything to anyone and you go blabbing to one of the first people we really talk to?"
"He can't tell anyone," he said, turning to look at Malfoy.
"What do you mean?" the blonde questioned, losing some of his anger.
"The book you bought, about Gringotts, it says that they aren't allowed to share any information about their clients to anyone without permission."
"And you're just telling me this now?" the blonde glared at him. "Bloody idiot."
"I didn't think about it until Now!" he snapped back.
Malfoy was about to say something, probably another insult when the door opened and Grimmhook walked back in.
"Has this happened before?" Malfoy asked.
The goblin shook his head, "No, but we have always known there was a possibility. So, we have set up a number of plans, in case it was needed." He sat down. "Now, was it from misuse of a time turner?" he asked, only slighting glaring at them.
"No," they said in unison. Then they looked at each other, then quickly looked away.
"A spell?" Grimmhook asked.
Harry felt himself shrug, it could have been.
"I don't believe so," Malfoy said.
"And why not?" Grimmhook said, placing his papers on the desk.
"There was a light," Potter said, "it looked like a portal. I have never heard of a spell like that."
"Huh, then these will be of no use. However, I have a few more questions." He stood up, "I believe we will be more comfortable over here." He moved to the sitting area, Harry looked at Malfoy, the blonde just rolled his eyes and got up and moved to the couches. Harry quickly followed. They ended up on the same couch, sitting across from Grimmhook, who had placed a piece of parchment on the table and had a quill floating over it.
"Now, names?" he asked.
"Draco Malfoy," the Slytherin said without hesitation. It seemed he was taking Harry's word that Grimmhook wouldn't tell anyone.
"Harry Potter."
"Ages?"
"16," they said together.
"Parents?" This time, Harry cut Malfoy off before he could answer.
"Why?" he asked.
Grimmhook looked at him. "If we are to integrate you into this time, it would be wise to know the people who your interactions with could impact the future."
"Integrate?" Malfoy asked.
"If need be." Grimmhook nodded, "As I said before, we have known this was possible, but we have yet to find a way to send anyone back." Harry's heart skipped, " but we will continue to look, and I am sure you will too, and one of the best libraries to find information would be…"
"Hogwarts," again, both him and Malfoy spoke at the same time, coming to the same conclusion. Grimmhook wanted them to go to Hogwarts.
"You can't access the library?" Harry asked.
"No one outside current students and staff is allowed on Hogwarts grounds, unfortunately, the current situation, has caused safety measure around the school to be increased."
"Voldemort," Harry hissed, Malfoy tensed and Grimmhook gave him a nod.
"We can't," he muttered a second later.
"Why not?" the goblin asked, actually looking confused.
"Our parents" he said, looking away from the goblin and at his hands. He felt his head spin and his heart slammed against his chest as the thought hit him, the possibility of seeing his parents. Sure, it had crossed his mind, before but this was different, this was something that could actually happen, if they went along with what Grimmhook wanted.
If he and Malfoy went to Hogwarts, here in the past, they would be in the same school, possibly the same houses and classes as their parents. His parents. The two people he had dreamed and imagined meeting so many times in his life, the same two people that died because of a fucked-up prophecy and a power-hungry madman, how could he be here, around them and not warn them of what was to come.
And if he warned them? What would the consequences be?
"Potter?" he heard Malfoy's voice, it was gentler then he had ever heard, and the shock of that was enough to pull him back.
"I can't," he said, looking up to meet the blonde's gaze. He could see understanding there, something he never would have imagined. It seemed that even the cruel bully he knew could understand the hurt he felt at the idea of seeing his parents.
"Mr. Potter," Grimmhook said. "You would not be able to attend as yourselves. We would have to give you fake names and a good reason to transfers schools." The goblin reached down and picked up two pieces of paper. "Now the school year starts in a week. So, take these and if you decided to attend school, fill them out and owl them back as soon as possible." He took the paper with shaking hands, without reading it, he followed it up and put it inside his robe.
"Now, as for money," the goblin said, handing them two different pieces of parchment. "This we have planned for, you fill these out, and we set up a vault, not connected to your families, we place an allotted amount inside, that you have access to. We will keep track of what you spend and if need be add more." The goblin took a second. "Then when you return home, the amount used is removed from your vaults to pay back the bank." Harry looked down at the paper, in his hand. "If, however," he heard Grimmhook go on, "you do not find a way to return, you have until that times comes naturally to you, to pay back the amount."
There was more talked about after that, Grimmhook told them that he may have an idea for how to start their transfer, and that there was a spell he could perform to change their looks and magical signature after that he and Malfoy filled out the paperwork to gain access to their new vaults and left.
He didn't speak to the blonde as they walked back to their room, nor when he ate or changed and crawled into bed. He didn't even make a sound when he felt tears fall, as he thought about the consequences on if he saved his parents.
After that, he let the sheer exhaustion from the day, pull him under.