'Taking Rose Potter and her spirit to the Potter vault' apparently involved being lead down a corridor by a rather grouchy goblin, what was easily the strangest-and fastest-cart ride in Diarmuid's existence, and being shown a room locked behind the most complex lock Diarmuid has ever come across, containing within it more gold than Diarmuid ever thought he would see at one time.

Well then.

The gold was piled impossibly high, and it wasn't just gold present in the vault. Expertly crafted furniture, ancient books and tomes, gems of various colors and sizes, expensive and beautiful jewelry, clothing, armor, weapons… The list went on.

"I-" Diarmuid stammered. "I don't know what to say." Standing wide eyed and far more awake than she had been in the entrance hall of the bank, Lady Rose seemed to agree.

The goblin who'd escorted them, Laggrot, snorted. "Then don't say anything." It sighed. "Currency is valued at 29 Knuts to a Sickle, and 17 Sickles to a Galleon." Then, when Diarmuid and his Master failed to respond, it growled. "Get on with it. You're wasting money."

"I- Yes." Diarmuid gripped Lady Rose's hand tighter in his, and they stepped within the vault. "Well, Lady Rose. It would seem we are not want for coin."

"Uh huh." His lady still seemed to be in shock. Diarmuid did not blame her. Considering the state of her clothing, and the situation in which they had met, this was likely far more than she had ever seen as well.

Diarmuid picked up one of the golden coins and studied it. It sat heavy in his palm, like real solid gold. If he had to guess, this was a 'Galleon', the coin with the most value of the three. He let go of his Master's hand and looked for a bag somewhere among the hoard. It did not take long to find one, and soon he was putting a good sized handful of each kind of coin within the bag. Seeing as he wasn't entirely sure how much each coin was worth, it was good to have a decent sized pool with them.

"Do you see anything you'd like to take, Lady Rose?" He turned to look at his Master. He found her staring up at a what appeared to be an elaborately carved wooden wardrobe, filled with expensive looking dresses colored in red and gold.

She stayed quiet for a moment, not answering, before clenching his hands into a ball. "All of this is mine?" Her voice broke on the last word, and Diarmuid took to a knee next to her.

"It would appear so," he said. He kept his voice soft and soothing. Lady Rose sniffed in answer, seeming to hold back tears.

"All of it?" She asked again, turning to him. Her eyes were watering, and a part of Diarmuid crumbled at that desperate expression.

All at once, he was reminded of the fact his Master wore no shoes, that her clothes were old and worn and handed down. Of how that man had held her down, of how scared she had looked, and how relieved she'd been when he'd rescued her. This was a girl who's never owned anything in her life, never had any sort of luxuries to indulge in from what Diarmuid could tell. A girl who hoarded food when given to her and clung to the first stranger to show her any sort of kindness.

He would protect this girl. He swore it.

"All of it," he confirmed, and tears started falling down her face. She cried silently where she stood, hands balled at her side, and all Diarmuid could do was pull her into his arms like he might have one of his daughters and hold her until those tears ran dry.

…

Rose ended up choosing one of the dresses in the wardrobe to bring with her. It was a summer dress in a shimmering gold with animated green leaves drifting in an unseen wind along the hem. It was only a little too large for her, so Diarmuid didn't think it would be too difficult to have a tailor fix the fitting so she could wear it properly.

Diarmuid also picked up a small ornamental dagger made of good quality steel, easily concealed in the folds of a dress or a skirt, for her to carry around. Now that he had been reminded of it, he couldn't stop thinking about that man holding his Master down; to beat her or something else he wasn't sure he wanted to know. He thought Lady Rose would probably feel safer if she had something to defend herself with, and Diarmuid was plenty capable of teaching her how to wield a dagger.

A simple inquiry was all it took to arrange an appointment the following day to speak of any land Lady Rose owned, and to receive a small golden key that would prevent Lady Rose from having to prick her finger everytime one of them wished to enter her vaults.

With that finished, Diarmuid and his Master departed for the Leaky Cauldron. The sun had set since their descent into the bank, and the sky was dark above them. There were far fewer stars than Diarmuid was used to, and he ached in their absence. Lady Rose rested upon his back once more, her thin arms wrapped around his neck and he face buried into his shoulder. She wasn't asleep, but Diarmuid knew she was exhausted, and they had a long day ahead of them tomorrow. They still needed to get shoes and more clothing for Rose, discuss land holdings with the goblins, and hopefully find a place to stay among whatever Rose owned.

Things were looking up.

They were only a moment or two from the Leaky Cauldron when his Master spoke. "Diarmuid?"

"Yes, Lady Rose?" He shifted her a bit so he could see her more clearly.

"Thank you."

Diarmuid smiled. "It's no issue, Lady Rose. For you, I'd do anything."

Rose buried her face deeper into Diarmuid's shoulder. "Promise?"

"Always."

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AN: Short, I know, but I've been having computer issues recently, and my health's been acting up. I felt it better to give you something than to have you wait for a longer chapter. So I present to you this!

I love these two so much. Can you tell?