Which one?

‘Here we are… Vault 94… The Potter vault.’ Griphook grumbled. He did not look pleased. 

But Hari didn’t care, not really, although it would have been nice if Griphook showed him a bit of respect. Hari tried to be polite but that seemed to make the goblin even angrier. Hari chalked it up to it being a goblin thing.

Compared to Vault 94, his trust vault looked like a drop of next to the never-ending sea. Imagine a kilometer-long river of gold flowing through amber-brown grass surrounded by silver trees bearing ruby red fruits.

That was how much wealth his trust vault contained.

Now square that amount by at least one hundred thousand. That was how much the Vault 94 contained.

But that’s not all, the vault contained a vast number of books, so many that if one was to stack all the books on top of each other, you would definitely  be able to create a tower that would have reached the Moon and back.

Hari steadied his nerves and took a step inside. Everything looked so tall and big for the eight-year-old. It made his legs feel wobbly. The floor was checkered with alternating Diamond and Sapphires shaped into tiles, The walls also looked as if it was made of sapphires. Reggie went to look around the ally to buy something interesting. So he had enough time to look around in the vault.

After hiking for what felt like eternity, Hari came across what looked like an antique bookshelf, but instead of books, it contained hundreds upon hundreds of wands.

On the lowest rack were two wands. Just below each wand was a small name plate made out of gold. ‘James Fleamont Potter 1970-1981’ and ‘Lily Marie Potter nee Evans 1970-1981.’  Below that, it was written what the wand was made of.

‘This must be where they keep their wands after they die.’ Hari wondered out loud.

He looked up to the higher racks and was confused when he noticed many wands had the same ending year etched onto the plates- 1942. Hari didn’t think too much into it.

That’s when he noticed it.

The wand was made of two woods, one was as dark as dark chocolate while the other took on a more copper ting. They sharply contrasted each other at the base but slowly swirled into one by the time it reached the wand tip. At the base, the woods were seperated into two by a teardrop-shaped blue-green diamond.

His arm slowly reached out to it. When he touched it… When he grabbed it. There was a flash of blue light, Hari was hit by an insatiable amount of warmth. He was smiling like a madman. The feeling was indescribable. It felt so...pure, so...right, as if the wand was made for just him and him alone.

He let out a small giggle and looked at the plate below the wand. 

What is it made of? He wondered.

‘15 ⅔ inches, Fir and Elder wood with the core of a basilisk fang filled with venom. gem(s) added: blue-green diamond, for balance.’

‘Who does this belong to?’ Hari thought. He looked up to where the person’s name was written.

‘Hari Potter - 1931-1942.’

‘Hey Hari? WAKE UP!’ Regulus shouted into his ear. ‘We’ve reached our stop.’ He grinned. His grin widened when Hari jolted up quicker than a squirrel on hot lava.

‘Ok! Ok! I’m up! Chill would you?’ Hari grumbled. They thanked Stan and hopped off the Knight’s bus. Hari looked around, the place had a posh upper-class aura. ‘So, this is Godric’s Hallows huh? I gotta admit, I wasn’t really expecting this but maybe I should have expected this.’

‘Because your parents were filthy rich?’ Regulus said, raising an eyebrow.

Hari nodded and hummed. ‘Ya, that.’

‘Hey Hari? What was the place's name again?’

Hari rolled his eyes. ‘Again? I think this is the 20th time I had to remind you.’

‘I know but could you repeat it once more? I keep forgetting for some reason.’ Regulus grumbled out. 

Hari hid a smirk, Regulus always looked like a grumpy kitten when he did that, he found it hilarious. ‘The address is ¼ Hemingway Lane, Godric’s Hallows.’

Regulus slapped his forehead. ‘I’ll try to remember it this time.’ He started to mutter the address under his breath, like a mantra. ‘The address is ¼ Hemingway Lane, Godric’s Hallows, The address is ¼ Hemingway Lane, Godric’s Hallows,The address is ¼ Hemingway Lane, Godric’s Hallows, The address is ¼ Hemingway Lane, Godric’s Hallows… Hey what’s the address again? I forgot.’ Regulus said, looking embarrassed.

Hari groaned again.

Nothing could have prepared them for the sight they were about to see.

The once beautiful double french doors were blown off its hinges and was rotting on the front porch. Large spidery cracks reached out it’s ghostly arms and cocooned the house. White paint was peeling off like banana peels, the top floor windows were shattered. Hari was sure that the overgrown, yellowish-brown grass was littered with pieces of broken glass from the broken windows.

All of this contrasted with the shiny golden statue on top of a marble pillar, in front of the house. It was a man and a woman, huddled together and looking at a little bundle in the woman’s arms. 

Hari looked at the man and the woman closely. Something stirred in his memories. He wasn’t sure how but he knew that he knew the man and the woman from somewhere.

‘Whoa.’ Hari breathed out.

Regulus nodded his head.

‘Cool statue.’

‘What the hell happened to that house?’

They both looked at each other, Regulus frowned. ‘What house? All I could see is this golden statue on top of a marble pillar.’

Hari looked at Regulus as if he grew a second head. ‘You must be joking! Can’t you see the abandoned house behind the pillar? Do you need glasses?’

Regulus shook his head. ‘No, I don’t see anything except for tall grass.’

Hari’s eyes widened. How could this be? The house is right in front of them! He could see it as clear as day!

Regulus had a thoughtful look on his face. ‘Maybe it’s a wizard thing you know? Since this is technically your house, maybe that’s why you’re the only one who could see it. I don’t know, could witches and wizards actually do that?’

Hari fell silent. The house also looked familiar, when he looked at it, he felt like he was remembering something. ‘I’m going to explore the house for a few minutes.’

Regulus’s attention was towards the statue, nevertheless he nodded his head. ‘Ok then, but be careful. You said it’s abandoned so there might be some sort of wizarding pest living inside the house that could eat you. I’ll be here looking at the statue to see if I could get any clues on why you’re the only one who could see this abandoned house.’

The smell of rotting wood made Harry gag. The living room was a mess, it looked as if people fought in it or something. Dust semi blocked the rays of sunlight entering the room. There were small trinkets lying on the floor such as a broken glass vase and broken toys. The couch was ripped to shreds and the stuffing was coming out like a waterfall.

Hari made his way upstairs and found himself in what he thought used to be a nursery, or at least, what was left of it. There was a very large broken wooden crib in the middle of the room.

‘Large enough for two babies, probably.’ His mind supplied. The nursery almost looked like the living room: It had

 Broken bits and bobs laying around on top of broken, rotting wooden shelves and drawers and the bright blue paint was peeling off in layers. Everything was layered in dust.

It was a sorry sight.

Something caught his eye. It looked like a small jewelry box. Inside was a bundle of papers… Of letters except for the top paper. It was just a square piece of paper with the house’s address on it.

Hari started to think. It wouldn’t kill anyone if he read a few of the letters. Right?