Ghost Hour at Hogwarts

Diagon Alley

Danny's mouth fell open and he could only stare, his brain trying to process all of the different things it was receiving right now. There were so many funny shops and people dressed in dresses (or cloaks), walking around, holding animals or books. One or two even left a Quidditch Shop with actual brooms. Danny knew that they could fly with them but it was still weird to see so many stereotypes he grew up with to actually turn out to be true. It made him wonder if No-Majs used to know about the wizarding world, actually, that would explain the witch hunts in the 15th century. He noticed Remus looking at him and rubbed his neck in response, giving his godfather a sheepish grin. 

"We should probably start with getting you some money and then head for your school uniform." Danny tilted his head to the side "Money? Like, a different currency, right?" He vaguely remembered Frostbite saying something about Goldens and Giggles(?). Remus nodded absently and explained "Yes, we have Galleons, Sickles and Knuts. Though there are 17 Sickles in a Galleon and 29 Knuts in a Sickle. Your parents left you a bit of money that you can access already, the rest will be given to you when you turn 17." 

"What do you mean with 'the rest'?", the man grinned wolfishly "The Potters used to be purebloods and have patents on a few things and the winnings of those will be given to you... also, the vault you and Harry have access to at the moment is but a trust vault, enough to pay for your Hogwarts fees and some other things, but everything else is still in the actual Potter Family Vault." Danny nodded along with the explanation while they headed to 'Gringotts Bank' before asking "So 17 is when we become adults?" Remus nodded "You learn fast Daniel." Danny cringed, so far only Molly, Arthur and Dumbledore have called him that and he didn't like it "Remus, do you mind calling me Danny? I always feel like I'm in trouble when someone uses my full name." The older wizard looked surprised "Did I call you Daniel? Sorry, even Lily and James hated calling you that and they gave you the name. You've always been Danny to us." 

For some reason Danny felt a warm sensation building up in his stomach. He may not have known about his biological family until a few days ago but he somehow missed them. He wasn't stupid, he knew that things could have played out differently and he might not be standing here today. What if his parents had decided to send Harry away first and then him? Would the roles be reversed? Would he be the child of this prophecy Frostbite told him about? There were so many 'what if's'?' that he didn't even want to think about it further.

Before they entered the bank, Danny looked at Remus uncertainly, asking him about something that has been eating at him for the last two days "Do you think Harry will accept me?" Remus looked startled for a moment before he averted his eyes "I'm not sure, it may take a while. He's been through a lot since his first year at Hogwarts and just two months ago he lost a friend to You-Know-Who. He has been lied to and was being played, so he might not trust you at first. Actually, I think his friends, the ones you've met yesterday, are suspicious of you as well."

"Huh? Why?", Danny asked while he looked at the Goblins who were working behind podiums, their nails were incredibly long!
"Because they don't know you, you are a new variable no one has expected to show up. They might even feel like you are trying to become their friend to use them against Harry." Danny halted "Why would I do something like that? Like you said, they don't know me, also, I would never do something that could hurt someone! Intentionally!" Remus shrugged apologetically "It could be, I don't know, I can't say I always understand children but just go your own path, it will be worth it."

After saying that, they reached the end of the queue they had stood in and were met with the bored eyes of a goblin who seized them up. "Daniel Potter would like to see his vault." said Remus casually and handed him a key. The goblin looked at it and raised a barely existing eyebrow "So you're alive," he drawled "Very well, follow me."