They worked for hours just fixing and then vanishing things. It was an enormous room so there was a good possibility they would not be done anytime soon. Harry figured they could to it until it became a chore, and then they could just leave the rest to the next person who found the room. He was positive they were not the first, nor would they be the last to stumble upon this trove.
Gringotts POV
The alarms flared, and the goblins quickly checked all the humans and then hustled them out of the bank. Not finding a thief, they were confused as to what set off the wards.
"What is causing it?" Snarlfist yelled over the noise. The wards were flashing off the walls, and it was getting on his nerves. The whole room would light up, dim, light up, dim, and he wasn't the only one with a headache. That and, he was disappointed at not finding any thieves among the people they just booted out to the building. He wanted to take whoever was doing this and have them under his knife.
Gringotts was now tightly shut to the public. All doors were locked, and all carts were empty. It was the second time in this decade that it happened. The goblins weren't happy.
"We don't know," an unnamed goblin shouted back. "We're going to have to search every vault."
"Can we at least turn off the blasted alarm?" he asked with his hands over his ears.
Just then the alarm stopped, and they all sighed with relief, until it sounded again. This confused the goblins more, since there was no one in the bank except them. A team was quickly put together and they descended the tunnels. They were at the forth vault, when items appeared.
"Someone is adding to the vaults," one goblin said in awe. Everyone glared at him for his needless commentary.
"We can see that," Snarlfist snapped as he watched the ward breakers try to figure out how to stop this magic from coming through. "I think I will have to talk to Black about this. If it is not his doing then he knows who it is," the tiny being stated, pulling out his knife and cleaning his long black nails.
"There are no rules about something like this, so technically you can't torture him for it. You can only ask," Steelblade said to the disappointment of many.
"Oh, but what fun I'll have… asking."
During their search, they found that many vaults washed in the foreign magic. A separate alarm for all the vaults were set up, so the doors would flash if the magic washed over that vault. It made it much easier than going from vault to vault. They had to record it all for the letters that needed to be sent out. They never knew what was in the vaults to being with, just that the magic was in there. All day was spent going from the flashing doors and noting it down for the letters. It was a grumpy bunch of goblins that ended their shift that day, making sure to tell the next shift what had been happening. The ones coming on would send out the missives.
Sirius' POV
Sirius stood still as a shiver went down his spine. "Harry? How are you getting this stuff in the vaults?" he asked warily. He really didn't want to talk to the goblins; he had no clue as to how they would react to this. Not that they would get anything from him, given his 'vow', but the last one he talked to wasn't a nice fellow.
"Ummm, magic?" was the curious answer. He thought it was pretty obvious.
"What I meant was, are you passing them straight through the wards?" the dogman asked, not sure if he wanted to know.
Harry thought about it for a minute and then shrugged, "I guess that's what's happening. Why?"
"I just had a bad feeling, like someone walking over my grave. I think I'll stay away from Gringotts for a while," his godfather said with a full-body shudder, visions of rubber hoses flooded his mind.
The Weasley's POV
When people came home that day, from whatever it was they did, there were small, or large, piles of lost things in their living rooms. While many rejoiced at finding these treasures, they all wanted to know how they got there. Something was causing the wards to flare, but the only thing that anyone could find was the lost items. There were small dances of joy as trinkets, letters, books, diaries, jewels, and many other things were looked at. It was like an early Yule. It was the diaries and the family magic books that were coveted the most.
The Weasley's were one of the families that cried and danced. There on the sofa was a pile of lost artifacts. Some of them were so old that they would have no problems with money, if they decided to sell them. There was a golden statue of a dragon with ruby eyes, which had been in the family for over 800 years. It had been lost 400 years ago, when one of their ancestors took it to Hogwarts to show it off to his friends.
They would never sell that, however there was a document of a sealed vault that was still active at Gringotts. It had been sealed when one of their ancestors had married a Dark wizard, who tried to take all their money, over 500 years ago. The document had been carried by a family friend, who had died from the DADA curse. The man was going to give to the Weasleys at the end of that school year, since the Dark wizard had passed away. All of his belongings disappeared when he was declared dead, since he had no family. Now, it was right where it belonged.
Molly and Arthur were besides their selves with joy. They would never have to send their children to school in secondhand clothes again.
Harry's POV
"Oh, by the way, Harry, are you sure you're not going to compete?" Sirius asked as he sat in one of the chairs. He was so tired. He had used up a lot of magic, but he was proud of what he accomplished. He looked around the room at the other teens, who were still fixing, examining and vanishing things. There was a hint of pride on his face. Harry had taught them this. His godson was a powerful wizard, and he was proud of him. Sure, the kid was a bit of an arse, but he was helping his friends, so he couldn't be all that bad.
"Yeah, why?" Harry asked as he joined his godfather. He wasn't tired, he just wanted his friends to practice, and he had a good stash of new books and things to scan and play with.
"Well, the other day I was taking a run as Padfoot, and came across some dragons in the forest," the dogman said mysteriously. Leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, letting his hands hang loosely in between his legs.
"And you didn't think to tell me sooner?" the dark-haired wizard snapped, making his godfather glare.
"I'm in the middle of trying to clear my name," Sirius snapped back, sitting back in his seat. "Winky has been busy ferrying letters back and forth between me and Waters. I felt getting a trial was a bit more important, since you said you weren't going to compete."
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