Hagrid wasn’t surprised when he returned to Harry’s vault to find the boy laying on top of one of the biggest piles of gold, his arms covered in small red scales.
Griphook’s hiss of displeasure and exasperation was even amusing to the half-giant.
Honestly, what else did they expect?
“Oh, ‘Arry, there you are, making your folks proud, I see! But we need to get your school things, so off we go, eh?”
Harry looked at him and growled lowly, his green eyes blazing.
Hagrid guffawed while Griphook looked at him as if he was crazy.
“Your gold will still be yours, 'Arry, the Goblins are just keeping it safe for ya’. All you see here is yours.” Hagrid gestured with his arms around them.
Harry cocked his head to the side, and Hagrid found it cute, the boy then turned an inquisitive look at the Goblin, who sighed minutely and nodded.
“It is as he says, Young Lord, all the gold you see here belongs to you, and why, if you leave with him you could even add more to it.”
It appeared the Goblin calling him Lord pleased the boy, even if subconsciously, and the prospect of increasing his hoard was certainly appealing judging by the glint in his eyes.
Hagrid didn’t know why people feared people like Harry, especially when young, they were children like others, you just had to offer them what they wanted and convince them.
“Just right, ‘Arry, and yah don’t wanna delay getting your Wand and new clothes, don’t ya?”
That seemed to do the trick, the boy slid down the pile of gold with inhuman grace and soon they were out of the vault, much to Griphook’s secret relief, Hagrid bet.
Goblins were wary when dealing with Harry’s kind, though for some reason with the young one they seemed to be even more so.
They were a few paces out of the closed vault doors when Harry got out of his funk, as Hagrid called it, looking up at him with horrified and fearful eyes, an expression of shame on his face.
Damn those Dursleys, they were lucky the boy was kind and of good nature, otherwise, Professor Dumbledore would have to get him out of a burning house. But now it was up to Hagrid had to reassure him.
“There, there, 'Arry, I know what ya’ thinkin’, there’s no trouble at all, lad, it’s your Dragon blood, and with such a pile of gold, well, who can blame ya?’”
The boy seemed to sag in relief at those words, poor thing must think this wasn’t usual.
Ha! Hagrid wanted to be there when he met those Weasleys and their mischievous ways.
“So, you are not angry, Hagrid? I…growled at you…”
He would need to talk to Professor Dumbledore about this, someone like Harry shouldn’t be like that, wouldn’t endear him to others of his kind, especially given the color of his scales.
“Ya’ have Dragon blood in ya’ Harry, Red Dragon blood, even. People would find strange if you didn’t protect yar’ stuff, and now, listen, ” the boy looked up at him, and Hagrid wished Dumbledore was here to say this, but he had been sent by the Headmaster.
And Hagrid wouldn’t let Professor Dumbledore down.
“You’re of Dragon Blood, ‘Arry! People will fear ya’, dislike ya’, and some foolish ones may even mock ya’!” Harry wondered if Hagrid had a similar experience, being half-giant.”But don’t ever let them walk over ya’, especially at Hogwarts, you will find all kinds of people there, from those like you to some who look even less human, so don’t think anyone will find it weird’ if you act like your kin, eh?”
The boy nodded, determined, a glint of pride in his eyes.
“And ya’ are a good boy, I am’ sure ya find good friends there too. You can choose who you want to be ‘Arry” He patted his head, and then Harry followed him out of the bank.