"'Course not!"  He grins his crinkly grin.  "'S what I'm here for, to help you out."

She smiles a little. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."  He sighs dramatically.  "Best get back in this ruddy minecart."

The goblin, to Harriet: "Snap or clap your hands twice to the vault door in order to close it."

She can't snap, so she claps twice once they're all out.

The doors slide shut just as dramatically, and seal themselves just as thunkingly and kachunkingly, as they opened.

Up again through wild winding minecart-tracks, and out into Diagon Alley.

"Right," Hagrid says, once they're out of Gringott's and back in the bustle of Diagon Alley.  "Oughta get you some wizard clothes.  We can pop into Madam Malkin's - "

He gestures toward a little shop, plain and unassuming by wizarding standards, signposted as Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.

"Okay. Do they also sell normal clothes?"

"Muggle clothes, you mean?" he says a bit wryly.  "Not Madam Malkin's, but there's places you can get them in Diagon Alley if yeh want some."

"I think I do..."

"I'll save yeh some gold for them, then.  But you need at least a few robes for wearing around Hogwarts."

"Okay." She heads toward the shop.

Madam Malkin's is unassuming on the inside too, though it does look like there's at least a bit more space on the inside than the outside should be able to contain.

"Listen, Harriet," Hagrid says, "I've gotta talk with Madam Malkin a bit about your order, gettin' you spare clothes and prescription hats and so on.  Her tape measures can take your measurements on your own - you okay if I leave you to it?"

She nods.

"All right.  We'll be nearby, just give a shout if you need anything."

"Okay, I will."

He leads her to the back of the shop, where a footstool wiggles for her to step up onto it, a couple tape measures stand ready to begin their work, and another young wizard girl is apparently getting her own measurements taken; and steps away to talk with, presumably, Madam Malkin.

The other girl had been facing away, and she turns toward Harriet at the sound of the footstool. She has blonde curls, bouncing around her face, and she regards Harriet with a severe expression.

Harriet bites her lip and steps up onto the footstool, nodding shyly at the other girl and then staring at the tape measures as they float around her.

"Are you heading to Hogwarts, too?" the girl asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Ah - yeah - " She raises an arm when a tape measure nudges her. "Mister Hagrid says I am..."

She glances over at the half-giant.

"Are you Muggleborn, then?"

"Uh - Muggles are the ones without magic, right?"

She suppresses an eye roll. "Yes. As opposed to wizards like us."

"My aunt and uncle are Muggles. But my parents were wizards..."