The Four Potter's- Drarry & Twin AU

Diagon Alley

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I am letting you guys decide what house the main 2 are in! With Fleamont definitely being in Gryffindor.

Draco?

Harry?

Also: fucking hell this is popular 😂. Thank you for the continued support!!

Also: The Madam Malkin's bit - it is how I imagine Madam Malkin's to be, and I know it's not canon

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"But how could they?" Gasped Remus. He kept a tight hand on Harry's shoulder and one of Sirius' rested on his lower back in comfort.

"We cannot say due to legal reasons..." the Goblin looked genuinely disheartened.

"But... I'm still a Potter, aren't I?" Questioned Harry. The goblin nodded. "So, as long as I have an adult present," He gestured to Remus and Sirius, "you can discuss it with me and my guardians?"

Once again, the goblin nodded, and they made their way out of the empty, desolate volt and back onto the rustic, enchanted roller coaster. At the top, they were led to a room- Harry kept his head down as much as possible to avoid any eye contact with anyone (he did not want to be recognised).

Sitting in the blank room much like Harry's vault, this at least had a desk and parchment inside.

"We are here to discuss Mister Potter's financial situation, yes?" The three nodded as the man hopped on the seat and pulled a lever so the chair went higher. "The current balance in Mister Potter's account is zero galleons, zero knuts, and zero sickles."

"We know that captain obvious." Mumbler Harry. "Ow!" He exclaimed, a throbbing pain now in his leg and probably a boot mark - Remus gently kicked him but to Harry it may as well have been a ship impaling his stomach.

"So then, Gentlemen, what questions do you have?" Asked the goblin, quil in hand and ink pot to his left - most likely to take notes.

Remus cleared his throat, turning his hand into a fist and bringing it up to his mouth whilst coughing. "What happened to all the money in Harry's vault?"

"On August 4th, 1981, James Potter and Lily Potter transferred the galleons, knuts and sickles to a vault belonging to Fleamont Sirius Potter." Sirius wasn't surprised, much. What he was more shocked at was this kids middle name still being Sirius. He thought that they definitely would have changed it to Albus or something. Then again, that did not sound right.

Deflating in his seat, Harry didn't know what to say. He knew his biological parents didn't want him, and maybe he didn't fully understand that yet, but he didn't think they would he cruel enough to take everything else away, too. 

And he knew he had a twin, one that probably believed he was good-for-nothing scum. Harry didn't know his name, didn't want to. But he knew what the kid looked like, vaguely, from photos that sometimes pop up on newspapers. Harry hadn't seen the other Potter kid in a year or two, though.

"No matter." Sirius said, standing up and dusting himself off. "We can use the Black vault: I have enough galleons to last ten generations."

"Sirius... I- I don't want to take your money..." Nervous, Harry fidgeted with the end of his sleeves.

Remus sighed, kneeling until he was eye level with his cub. "Harry, you are our son, blood or not." He placed a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. "If we want to spend money on you, we will. And we won't take no for an answer." Harry giggled at Remus' stern but playful look. The boy nodded, a smile on his face that, only a moment ago, wore a frown.