Israfel said:
I've been reading through HP fanfics for quiet a while now and there are tons of cliches when it comes to HP fanfiction but there are a particular few that I just absolutely CAN NOT STAND! I cannot emphasize this enough, it is just depressing for me to read a certain thing in a story that I've seen in hundreds of other stories, my biggest complaint at the moment is when people have Harry go to Gringotts and immediately he recognizes the goblin teller as 'his old long lost buddy' Griphook and then it's "oh hello Griphook" and he responds with "oh my Harry Potter sir, how is it that you have remembered me? For I am but a humble goblin and wizards never remember goblins' names" and Harry responds with "oh but Griphook how could I have forgotten you, you who drove the cart during my my first trip to Gringotts", gah I just hate it, can't people come up with ANYTHING more original.
This is one of my top-ten HP fanfic peeves as well. I couldn't resist drabbling about it, in fact... (This is posted elsewhere, but seemed appropriate given your comment. If it's not appropriate here, feel free to delete)
Cheers,
Mike [Full Pensieve]
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A pair of goblins bowed Harry through the silver doors and into the vast marble hall. His eyes swept the long counter. There was no queue.
ôGood morning,ö Harry said quietly to an unoccupied goblin. ôIÆm here to take some money from my vault.ö
ôKey, sir?ö
ôHold a minute,ö Harry said. He rifled through his pockets, scattering two Canary Cremes and a spare Horcrux. The goblin before him hissed as the Cup left dark smoke trails on an open ledger. The goblin to the right looked up from a pile of emeralds and peered appraisingly at the Cup through his jewelerÆs eyepiece, and Harry quickly stashed it away.
ôHere it is,ö Harry said, holding up his golden key.
The goblin looked it over. ôThis seems in order. Very well,ö he said, handing it back to Harry. ôI will have someone take you down to the vaults.ö He waved at a goblin standing to the side. Once Harry put away the Canary Cremes, he followed the goblin toward one of the doors leading off the hall.
ôI am Griphook,ö the goblin said. Harry nodded as they entered the narrow stone passageway that held the carts.
ôI am Griphook,ö the goblin repeated. ôWe have met.ö
ôI see,ö Harry said. The goblin scowled and then whistled and a cart hurtled toward them. They climbed in and were off into a maze of passages.
The air stung at HarryÆs eyes û they were moving at least as fast as his Firebolt, he figured. ôPerhaps you remember?ö the goblin called out over the rushing wind. ôIt was your first time at Gringotts.ö
ôWhat?ö Harry said. He looked intently into the field of stalactites, intent on seeing one of the fabled Gringotts dragons.
ôWhen we met û it was your first time at Gringotts,ö Griphook went on.
ôThat seems a long time ago, doesnÆt it?ö Harry said, not taking his eyes off the rocks adjacent to the underground lake. There was an orange glow just then, surely reflected from a burst of fire. ôI scarcely remember it.ö
ôIt was only five years ago, perhaps six,ö the goblin grumbled.
ôI was with Hagridàö Harry said. The cart whipped around a corner and once again he was deprived of a dragon sighting. ôOf course û he was here for theà erm, never mind. He was here.ö He laughed. ôThese carts surely werenÆt made for his like, I can tell you. I remember that much.ö
ôPeople comment on your excellent memory, Mr. Potter,ö the goblin said tersely.
ôMy memory? Honestly? My memory isnÆt anything worth mention,ö Harry said. ôHermione does most of the remembering, IÆd say. Ron and me, we just do things.ö
ôYour consideration for magical beings is well known ûfriend to the lowly house elf and such,ö the goblin hissed. ôI had thought that you would recall my name.ö
ôNo, no, afraid I didnÆt,ö Harry said absently. ôSeems like this is taking longer than usual, donÆt you thinkà erà umà?ö
ôGriphook.
Grip û hook,ö the goblin spat through clenched teeth.
ôOh, right û that. Never have been any good with names,ö Harry said. ôThis trip
does seem to be taking a long timeàö His eyes narrowed. ôYou arenÆt angling for a tip, are you?ö
Griphook growled loudly and the cart came to a screeching halt. ô
Your vault,ö the goblin screeched.
Harry raised an eyebrow as the goblin roughly opened the cart door. ôThank youà?ö he said, confused. He heard the goblin mutter things along the lines of æChosen One, indeed!Æ, and Harry wondered idly if this was how Kreacher had started out.
FIN