They were in a circular room at the bottom of Gringotts, twenty eight vaults surrounded them on every wall, snaking up two levels with the oldest ones at the very bottom. The middle of the room sunk lower still, a pit of sorts and there in the centre of the pit was what looked to be a starved albino dragon. Draco felt the prickle of recognition on the back of his neck as he took in the Dragons form. White scales covered its back and legs, the tail fanged out into two pointed barbs and its under belly was a blackened shade of grey - almost identical to his own.