"Very well," Alexandra sighed. She had had enough of news for the day. The rest could wait another week at worst, another year at best, another appointment anyway and a time she was more knowledgeable in the magical world.
"Unless there is something important left, I would like to see my trust vault for a withdrawal."
"You will need this," Grimjaw opened into another drawer and pulled out a small golden key, which he handed over to Alexandra. "This key will allow you to access your trust vault."
"Gurbrok!" He shouted what she could only assume was a name, and the door to the office opened up for another Goblin who looked like a younger version of him.
Alexandra turned back to Grimjaw. "Gurbrok will lead you to your vault. And Heiress Potter?"
"Yes, Account Manager?"
"Try to remain alive, I would be very disappointed if I was forced to relinquish your fortune to the Ministry."
"I will not die," she told the old goblin, trying to feel braver than she really felt.
"Follow me." Gurbrok turned around and walked out rapidly to the left of the corridor without waiting to see if Alexandra would follow him. She was forced to run to catch up with the much shorter goblin. Soon, she was led out of the corridor, then into a hallway, then down another corridor, and at last, into another hall that was much different from the marble marvels she had seen so far. The hallway itself was carved in stone and led to a passageway which was narrow and lit with flaming torches.
In place there was what could only be a cart on a railway. The cart was old, small, unstable, and looked like it would be thrown off the tracks at the first incident. Given that the railway she could see in the light of the torches seemed to be twisting and do a lot of turns, it was hardly reassuring.
"Get inside of the cart," said Gurbrok. Alexandra marched to the cart and sat down. Gurbrok followed into the cart, standing at the front where he pulled a system of levers.
What followed was a nightmare of speed in the dark. The cart passed suddenly from immobility to an incredible acceleration. Then the speed increased even more, and Alexandra lost her lunch at that moment. The speed of the cart was so rapid her eyes weren't able to follow. They passed over a large thing that looked suspiciously like a very big dragon in the distance, but it was one of the only things she could make out. After what felt like an eternity, the cart finally decreased in speed and then stopped. Alexandra profited from the moment to vomit instantly the rest of her breakfast to the side of the cart, before following Gurbrok out of the cart. They had not far to go, and after two doors arrived at an ancient looking door carrying the number 689. Her trust vault.
"Key," Gurbrok held out his hand, and Alexandra put the key in it. Gurbrok was quick to unlock the vault. He did so by lifting a flap behind which the lock was hidden.
Once the key was inserted, there was a loud grinding noise which only came to a halt when loud 'clangs' were heard, before leaving green smoke billowing out at great speed. Even for her trust vault, the systems of security provided by Gringotts looked extremely efficient and if the smoke was any indication, extremely lethal. Gurbrok stepped aside, letting her see columns of gold Galleons, piles of silver Sickles and hundreds of bronze Knuts. Neatly organised, her trust vault was full of money. More money than she had ever had in her life. And it was only her trust vault.
On the other side of the room were a few books, and Alexandra marched towards them, only to be disappointed when these were revealed to be old magical tales told to children. Then again, what was valuable when she was young had certainly found its way to the familial vault.
The Dursleys couldn't have known about this or they'd certainly have tried to obtain it. These were her thoughts while putting the money in a bag. How often had they complained about how much Alexandra cost them to keep while they did only the minimum for her? How ironic that all the time there had been a small fortune belonging to her, buried deep in magical London.
"I'm done here now," she said softly, turning to Gurbrok after collecting what she figured was the equivalent of two hundred Galleons in money in a pouch. She looked back into the vault one last time as it closed, then got into the cart that would take her back to the entrance of Gringotts.
"Could we please go a bit slower for the return?" she asked to the goblin.
"One speed only for the carts," said Gurbrok in a satisfied tone and a nasty smile. She did not need to decipher the goblin's expression to know the little being was lying through his teeth. Goblins clearly loved seeing their clients vomit their previous meal.
One wild cart-ride later and she stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Alexandra stood there, a bit pale for the moment as she had just lost her breakfast and her illusions in the underground of the bank.
On the one hand, she had just been given more money she'd had in her whole life. She suspected she had more money than the Dursleys had currently in their bank accounts. On the other hand, she had just been informed her family, or what remained of it, was the equivalent of Judas in the magical world. People were going to hate her for what her father did. Having had the experience of the Dursleys for ten years, she doubted the term 'innocent until proven guilty' was worth more in this world than it was valued in Privet Drive. It was going to be hell to make any friends or alliances.