The Four Potter's- Drarry & Twin AU

Going to Hogwarts?

The next three years past quickly. Over the papers some time after the Potter's visit was a missing Person's case. Their name- Harry Potter. The Potter's were bombarded with reporters who they gave sob stories to. About how Harry was a troublesome kid who needed Muggle psychological help so sent him to the Dursley's. Meanwhile, one reporter went to Grimmauld Place- uninvited.

Rita Skeeter paid a visit Grimmauld Place. Her coat fit her just nicely, the fluffy hood looked like a fur-covered snake. She got the real story from the Lupin family but, promised not to release the article until September 1st, the year Harry began school. In addition, she was promised the full story of Harry's life when he was ready no matter his age.

During that time, Harry and Draco became inseparable. Where one was the other was with them and it was always a battle when taking either child home. They were worse in the Christmas period where both boys pleaded with their parents to let them stay together extending that one week to almost a month. Learning about sport, Harry fell in love with Quidditch, immensely annoying Draco who- ever the boaster he is- sulked every time he lost against Harry. Just for that, Harry made sure he'd lose a game or two here and there to keep his best friend happy. However, academically they both excelled, but Draco was the smarter of the two. Easily, he picked up potions, Transfiguration, Arithmency, Magical Creatures, and was already a master at astrology and astronomy. Harry however preferred the more hands-on magic such as Defence Against The Dark Arts and- no, that was it really, he did like magical creatures (they all fascinated him) but nowhere near the level as spells did.

Harry, peacefully resting in a calming slumber of pillow clouds and a sea of memory foam, sighed when he turned, snuggling closer into his own bed and cuddling the quilt tip to his chest. "HARRY!" He jumped out of his skin at the shout from his best friend. Feeling Draco's body weight on the bed, he purposefully turned harshly and quickly to knock him off it. "Ow!" complained his best friend when he hit the floor, "I was only getting you up."

"Yes, and being obnoxious about it." mumbled Harry, pouting.

Draco frowned, walking over and kissing Harry on the cheek who turned red when he pulled away- like always, "Come on Rye, we're going Diagon Alley today, we've only got three weeks till Hogwarts!"

"I'm not going, remember? I wasn't sent a letter." He reminded Draco, trying to not feel jealous about his blonde-haired friend. All Draco talked about for the entire summer (since June 5th).

Smiling, Draco jumped on top the covers again on the other side of the double bed, "We have a plan."

"And who is this 'we'?" Stretching, Harry asked mid yawn. Swinging his feet from the covers he firmly landed them on the floor, his ankles showing from his striped blue and white pyjamas. Draco didn't answer him, instead saying Remus and Sirius would tell him when they're both down stairs and ready to leave.

Thundering down the steps, Harry and Draco raced each other- Draco winning because, he was taller (and Harry still wasn't at full health yet). Eaching the bottom, he was greeted by Sirius and Remus reading The Witch Weekly and The Daily Prophet. "Have you seen this Remmy?" Sirius gasped, "Andy William's, you know- the Puddlemore seeker? Well, he's cheated on his girlfriend with his coach!" Sirius burried himself deeper into the magazine, blissfully consumed by British Wizarding Gossip.

"Hello cubs." Remus sighed, happy that Sirius would have to shut up about that stupid magazine- he started on page one and was now on page twenty, having to read to Remus every single article. "You ready to go?" He directed the question more to Sirius and Harry than Draco but the blonde still eagerly nodded.

"How are you getting me into Hogwarts?" Asked Harry, very, very curious because all he wanted to do since he heard about Hogwarts was go there. Hogwarts (full name of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) is a magic school for young witches and wizards ages 11 to 18. They learn spells, potions, about magical creatures, plants, muggles and more.

The headmaster is Albus Dumbledore who is known throughout wizards in Europe as one of the greatest. It is a seven story high building with two hundred and forty two staircases, many towers, turrets and very deep dungeons; it's also riddled with secret passageways and some are still unknown.

"We, pup, are going to put you on the train." Simply stated Sirius. All three pairs of eyes were looking at him with a mischevious glimmer to them. "Think about it! There is nobody there saying who goes on the train and who doesn't- it's fool proof!"

"Exactly." Draco folded his arms over his chest in confidence, "and when people hear your name, the old git- ow Remus! Dumbledore, won't be able to turn you away because of the uproar in the Wizarding World when Skita releases the article. Going through the floo, Draco said he'll be able to join them later because his parents want to go with him.

Overwhelmed at his surroundings, he just tried to make sense of what he was admiring. The cobbled, Victorian pathway was pathed in gloss, making it hard to walk through but, amazing to look at as the stones reflected the light sun rays. It was packed with last minute young witches and wizards who had not brought their supplies earlier. An ocean of spikey black hats swayed vigorously in and out of every shop, people coming out being twice the weight they went in. Every shop had their own colour and decoration, although, they seemed to be the same size from the outside.

Eventually, he came to a pause peering at acurled, cushioned seat on stilts with a goblin on it being covered by a largeversion of the other desks the goblin lowered his glasses and lifted his pupilsup to look Harry dead in the eyes. His creased, crumpled ears almost pointingout of each side of his head, which had night black and some white stripedhairs flaring from his equally wrinkled head. Placing a hand on his shoulder, Sirius calmed his nerves immensely to the point he didn't find the Goblin scary anymore. "Name." It asked, eyes back on the paper.

"Harry Potter." Replied Remus, already looking very defensive. A hardening look replacing his ever so calm demenor. The goblin peered over his glasses and Harry felt every other pair of beedy black eyes staring him up and down. It placed its quil on the desk, "Key?"

Pulling out the key, the number sketched into the side was 688 in the most curliest writing Harry thought it looked like an 'e' and two curly lines. Haphazardly, he opened a gate ushering Harry, Remus and Sirius intoa golden carriage, most of it now green with torn leather seats styled like asofa from the 1950's inside the building. With the pull of a bucolic leaver shewas being propelled at over 200mph swaying left and right each time it turnedthat direction. Thankfully, he made it out alive but, Sirius' hair was blown backshowing each individual black strand. They stepped into a cave shaped like half a cutwatermelon: walls crumpling to pieces if you touched them, and he tried to stay inthe middle. Casually, the goblin lifteda lit torch from the corner of the cursive wall then strolled over to thesilver cog with a keyhole in the centre. Inserting the key into the cog acolossal clang shaking Harry's ears when the goblin spun it to the left roughly.

Inside the vault however was... nothing. If you discarded the ancient cobwebs beginning to attract dust and the pepetual amount of dust on the floors it was like a grey blanket then it was just an empty stone cavern. Similar to the biological love in his heart...