The Four Potter's- Drarry & Twin AU

Making a new friend

"Rise and shine pup!" Called Sirius, springing the curtains open to Harry's room. It was matching the rest of the house with burnt reds and dark oranges which Harry didn't mind because he finally had a bedroom! It came with a wardrobe almost reaching the ceiling, a long chest of draws stretching from the corner to the book shelves that extended to the other wall.

"Do you have to wake me up like that every day?" Complained Harry, grabbing his pillow and flipping it over his head. It was silent for a moment and Harry thought Sirius had left him alone. That was until he was left without a blanket. "Sirius!" He whined, his eyes still closed but trying to reach the blanket.

"No can do pup. Now get up, you're meeting people today."
"Who?" Complained Harry, sitting up and reaching for his glasses.
"They helped Remy and I find your school. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. They've got a song your age." Added Sirius when he saw Harry sigh. The boy lit up at the prospect of having an actual friend!

"When are we leaving?" Harry questioned, pulling his jumper properly over his head as he sprinted down the steps. Remus was relaxed in the living room; the Daily Prophet spread open on his lap.

"In..." Remus looked at the rustic watch on his wrist, the paper flapping as he did so, "whatever time Sirius comes down cub." He sighed after seeing it was time for them to leave.

They heard rustling from upstairs, then a crash! And the sound of smashed glass. Remus jumped from the seat, but before he could move, Sirius stumbled down the steps with an old leather jacket.

"You aren't wearing that." Sternly commented Remus when he saw the strips at the bottom and the ruffles around the collar.

Harry laughed at the jacket, even more so when round sunglasses appeared out his pocket and he snapped them on. "I, think it's rather fashionable." He twirled, the strips of leather swinging with him off the bottom.

"Yes, in the seventies. But it's you who has to face Lucius." Remus pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

As they flooed over, Harry found the experience stomach-churning. It wasn't a pleasant feeling and he was glad when it was over. But, he fell straight on his face, cracking his glasses in the prosses. "You okay pup?" Asked Sirius, helping Harry up. Remus picked up the boys glasses, handing them to Harry who looked at them in his palms. The tape had come off, making them split in the middle.

"I can fix that for you." He heard an unfamiliar voice say. Jumping out of his skin, he went to hide behind Remus until he looked up to see a boy og his age. His hair was platinum blonde, eyes striking silver and skin snow white. "My apologies, it wasn't my intention to scare you." The boy walked closer and Harry found he didn't mind much, "Could I?" The blonde pointed to the broken glasses and Harry sheepishly nodded. "Oculus Repairo." He swished the trainee wand in his hand and the glasses were spelled back together, the tape dissapearing.

"Well done son." A low, commanding voice came from the doorway. This time, Harry did leap behind Remus, hands clucthing the mans trousers. With one eye, he peaked around and saw a man that looked like an older version of the boy. His hair swished at the end of perfectly straight almost white hair. Steel grey for his commanding eyes complimented his perfect posture.

"You scared the poor boy." A woman scolded. She had a wonderfully warm smile, eyes calming ocean blue. Her hair was a more visible blonde. The top was clipped back out of her face. "I'm Narcissa, you must be Harry." She stepped closer, crouching to the boys level. Tentively, he nodded, loosening his grip on Remus' trousers. "It's wonderful to finally meet you," she smiled then walked towards the other boy in the room. She put a hand in his back, gently guiding Draco to Harry, "This is Draco, our son." She looked up to the man. Draco smiler at Harry, eagerly waving as Narcissa introduced Lucius. "Hi." He whispered back, shyly waving to Draco.

"Have you ever played Wizard Chess?" Draco asked, smiling from ear to ear.
"I-I've played normal chess with my teacher..." He, once again, fiddled with the hem of a shirt Sirius brought him.
"That's okay! I can show you." Confidently, Draco held a hand out to Harry. Unknown to the two, the adults were watching the exchange. Querulous, Harry took the hand. After a second of being benevolently walked, his shoulders relaxed and he let out a calming breathe. The blonde boy shone a dazzling smile that Harry found contagious to return.

A few days ago, Dumbledore was notified of certain Wards on a certain building. Immediately, he owled the Potter's, who flooed instantly. The boy, or Fleamont Potter, had dim ginger hair, cut and styled to the right side. Height wise, his genetics skipped a generation because he was tall for an eight year-old (he looked around ten). His ginger hair was tinted brown, showing a difference between him and the Weasley clan.

"You asked to see us Albus?" James questioned, sitting in a seat beside his wife and son.
"Yes I did, James." The Headmaster turned to the two adults, "It appears the other one has ran away."
"What?" Lily gasped. She hadn't expected that! Yes, her sister could be mean, but she thought it was definitely Harry's doing. "Are you sure he wasn't kicked out?"
"That could be a possibility." He leant back in his chair, "It appears that the thing we feared happening to the boy, may have done so in that environment." The two adults looked at him very confused, "They have a biological son, so all of your sisters and brother-in-laws attention would be focused on the two of them."

"So we need to look for him. Bring him into the family quickly incase be falls into the wrong hands." James assessed.
"Who?" A voice piped up. Fleamont looked up from Fawkes to his parents.

"Why don't you sit down sweety." Lily said in a honey sugar tone. "Fleamont honey... you have a twin brother." Lily said, putting her hands over his.
"But he lives with your muggle aunt and uncle. Because he would've been mean and jealous of you. Apparently, that has happened there through." James continued. Fleamont frowned, he didn't want a twin brother if they would act like that.
"What you need to remember is that Harry is a spoilt kid and is very horrible." Lily finished and Montee nodded his head solemnly.

Back to present time and Sirius' house ring flashed bright gold. All of the adults looked to it, knowing full well what it meant.
"Keep our cub here." Instructed Remus as the two raced to the floo.
"12 Grimmauld Place!" They both shouted, slamming the powder to the floor.

Just then, the Malfoy's heard the tapping of feet and giggling from two boys as they ran down the steps. "Uncle Moony, Uncle Pads!" Draco exclaimed, a smile vibrant on his yound face, "Where are they?"

"They had to floo back to Grimmauld Place." Narcissa told them.
Harry looked up at the two, "Why?"
"Well, your birth family must have been informed of you running away." Lucius answered, taking the boy in. His hair was very... everywhere. And the clothes he was wearing were too baggy for an eight-year-old.

Back at Grimmauld Place, Sirius lowered the Floo so the Potter's could enter after they cast a charm on Harry's room to look like it usually had. Any form of Harry wasn't there anymore apart from a photo they always kept in their bedroom of Remus holding him for the first time.

"Potter" Sneered Sirius when him and Lily appeared from the flames.

The rest of their meeting was just as uncomfortable as the start. However, it did end in another heated row. Fortunately, they found no traces of Harry. Remus prayed to Merlin for their luck