"Do the Weasleys have to sign a form?" Harry said.
                              
"No, they will be informed upon their next visit. The contents of the vault will have been added already," he said.
                              
"Can they refuse it?" Harry inquired.
                              
"They can do whatever they want with the money, but your decision can't be challenged," the goblin said.
                              
"Where do I sign?" Harry said, again. 
                              
Though the circumstances were terrible, he could not help but feel happy for the Weasleys, who were very poor, but have helped him so much. He did not know how much Sirius had left him, but any amount was better than nothing for the Weasleys. He had to sign three different forms and got a copy of the will, which he pocketed.
                              
"Alright, this matter is closed. You cannot change your mind. The gold has already been transferred to both vaults," the goblin said, formerly.
                              
"Can I refuse to let them put it back into my vault?" Harry asked.
                              
"Yes, whatever you want can be done," the goblin said.
                              
"Ok, I don't want any money transferred to my vault without my approval," Harry said, with authority.
                              
"We will honor your request. You will now be taken to your vault for your original transaction, have a good day," the goblin nodded respectably, and called for a third goblin, who was a lot older and his traditional long pointed beard had been seared off, to take Harry down. 
                              
"Right this way," said the goblin, whose name was Hoptax, and he led him out one of the many doors that led away from the main hall. 
                              
They walked down a steep, narrow tunnel lit up with torches that was the exact opposite of the elaborateness main hall. It was plain, dirty and stone faced and there were railway tracks on the floor. There was already a cart there waiting for them, which never happened before. 
                              
Hoptax seemed confused, too, but signaled for him to get in. In one breakneck journey down the labyrinth of dark twisting tunnels, they reached his vault. When Hoptax opened it, the sight amazed him. His money had doubled in size if not more. Sirius had been the last of the Blacks, so he must have had a lot of money. He filled up his moneybag swiftly and got back into the cart. Hoptax patted on the side of the cart, as though to make it go back up. The cart, however, had different intentions.
                              
With one violent jolt, it came to life, speeding down the track: the wrong way. Hoptax, as of then, maintained the usual stern, menacing look that all the goblins seem to possess, but now he was extremely frightened. 
                              
The carts do not ever do this, Harry realized, and more importantly, Hoptax could not control it. The cart was gathering speed and the usual cool breeze was getting colder and almost freezing. Harry was sure they had passed vault seven hundred and thirteen by then. The cart was twisting, turning, rounding tight corners, and taking different tunnels at forks in the track. Hoptax was trying to use his own magic to make the cart stop. It was unsuccessful until....
                              
The cart instantly stopped, sending Harry over the front of the cart. The only reason he did fall down to the floor of the tunnel was that he managed to grab hold of the front edge of the cart and was hanging over it. His arms were painfully hurting, but his feet found the tracks for the cart that were hoisted up twenty feet off the floor. He managed to climb over into cart with his sore leg, but every part of his body hurt from the unexpected stop. 
                              
Hoptax had also flown forward. He slammed into the front of the cart, and was now bleeding from the head. Harry shook him and he awoke very startled.
                              
"What's going on?" Harry asked.
                              
"I don't know! This has never happened. Somebody must have tampered with the cart," he said, nervously, cradling his head.