The Red Head Who Stole My Heart ~?Ron Weasley x Reader?~ (Book 1; Year 1)

Y/n

It's been a few hours since we entered this magical place, but so far, I've seen so many new incredible things that I never was able to in that old house that I was forced to call home.

Every time I pass by a new place (which very often), I get distracted and look around at all the magical things that people outside of the wizarding world couldn't do. People like my parents.

Hagrid led us away from the rest of the shops, and we all stood in front of this HUGE lopsided building, and he spoke, "Gringotts, the wizard bank! Ain't no safer place. Not a one. Except perhaps Hogwarts." Harry follows Hagrid, as do I, asking, "What makes this place so safe?" Hagrid opens the door and lets us in, letting it shut behind us, then whispers, "Yeh see, this 'ere place is run by them goblin fellers. There's only ever been two break-ins- or attempts at least- and the goblins 'ere 'ave a protective enchantment placed on the building." He continues to walk while Harry and I are at his heels, glancing at the working goblins a few times.

We reach the head of the room to see, presumably, the head goblin. "We've come ter take some money outta Mr Harry Potter's safe." The goblin looks at him through the top of his spectacles and glances back at Harry and me, "You have his key, sir?" Hagrid nods and says, "Got it 'ere somewhere..." He starts to pat himself down and reaches into a few of his pockets until he pulls out a tiny gold key and hands it to the goblin. The goblin looks at it very closely. "That seems to be in order." he nods and turns around. "Griphook!"

Another little goblin came running out and grabbed Harry's vault key. "An' I've also got a letter here from Professor Dumbledore." Hagrid holds up a piece of paper and shows the head goblin, significantly failing to whisper. "It's about the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen." Harry and I exchange confused glances as the goblin says, "Very well. Griphook will be taking you down to the vaults."

Griphook does the 'follow me' motion with his hand and everyone follows. Harry and I tap Hagrid's arm, getting his attention. "What's the You-Know-What in vault seven hundred and thirteen?" We both ask in unison. "Can't tell yeh that," He says mysteriously. "Very secret. Hogwarts business. Dumbledore's trusted me. More'n my job's worth ter tell yeh that." My eyes widen a little.

Griphook then whistles and a small cart pulls up the tracks and heads straight towards us, taking abrupt stop in front of him. We climbed in, Harry and I stuck close to one another, being squished by Hagrid.

Once we arrive to his vault, having passed thousands of others, we hopped out of the cart. Griphook put in a code and sticks the key into the lock, twisting it. The insanely large door opens to show piles and piles of gold coins that Hagrid calls Galleons. Both mine and Harry's eyes widen and our jaws basically land on the floor at the sight. He and Hagrid walk inside and place about a handful of each currency, galleons, sickles, and knuts, in a small brown money bag.

"Y/n?" I look up as I hear my name being called by Harry. "You want a couple to buy your school books and such?" My eyes brighten and I nod a little, feeling grateful. Harry hands me a handful of galleons and I make sure not to drop any. I reach for my case from the cart and haul it out, setting it on the floor and opening it. I grab a small money pouch and place it all inside.

I shut it and place the money pouch in my pocket, beaming smiling at Harry. "Back into the cart everyone." Griphook tell us grimly. Everyone piles back into the small cart and we're on our way out.

Eventually arriving at the next vault, Hagrid and the goblin step out of the cart and approach the door. Harry and I stay behind and just peek off the side of the cart, paying close attention as Griphook starts unlocking the large door. "Wonder what that's all about?" Harry whispers, tilting his head to try and peer around Hagrid.