Galleons in Vault 713

Lyrics

[Intro]
Field notes from Diagon Alley.
The snow-white marble building looms.
Run by goblins. They say it's the safest place in the world.
'Cept maybe Hogwarts.
Or so the groundskeeper claims.

[Verse 1]
July thirty-first, nineteen ninety-one.
The boy with the scar, the giant named Hagrid.
They board the cart, Griphook at the lever.
A metallic screech and a drop into the cold dark.
Past stalactites and underground lakes.
Past vaults piled high with the wealth of old families.
But that's not their stop.
They are going deeper.

[Chorus]
A bank is not a treasury of gold.
It is a library of secrets.
The real deposit isn't the Galleon or the Sickle.
It's the promise kept, the story untold.
Vault seven hundred and thirteen.
What's inside is worth more than everything you've ever seen.

[Verse 2]
No key is required for this door.
Just a long finger, a goblin's touch on the lock.
The stone swings open on an empty room.
No mountains of coins, no glittering cups.
Just dust on the floor and in the center...
A small, grubby package wrapped in brown paper.
The work of Nicolas Flamel.
The means to immortality, sitting on a stone floor.

[Chorus]
A bank is not a treasury of gold.
It is a library of secrets.
The real deposit isn't the Galleon or the Sickle.
It's the promise kept, the story untold.
Vault seven hundred and thirteen.
What's inside is worth more than everything you've ever seen.

[Bridge]
Every bank is Gringotts, you see.
Holding wills and deeds and letters in a safe deposit box.
They don't guard your money.
They guard the agreement that it *is* money.
They guard the story.
The most valuable things are never the ones you can count.
They are the ones you can hide.

[Outro]
Hagrid tucks the package into his coat.
The great stone door grinds shut.
Sealing the emptiness.
The secret is back in the world now.
The bank has done its work.