Alone, Harry walked through the dark, dank hallways of the vaults underneath Gringotts. The goblin who led the way, an old "friend’ by the name of Griphook held the lamp up to light the way, while behind them both Mr Weasley followed nervously. Harry was stiff, presenting the appearance of an austere teenager trying to be more of a man than he really was until they reached the thick vault door of dark steel.