Play By Play
Stray-89
Chapter 2
"Can I go to the Ministry of Magic to get my apparition licence tomorrow?" Harry asked at dinner that evening.
"No, Harry I'm sorry but it's just too dangerous." Molly Weasley had said while spooning more pie onto his plate.
"I'm seventeen, I can do magic outside of school, I think I can take care of myself. I've faced off Voldemort more times than any of the people in this room with the exception of Snape and Mad-Eye. Not that Snape has really 'faced off' with him. More like 'made out' with his shoes and the hem of his cloak." Harry smirked at Snape across the table, three seats down from Snape Mad-Eye was hiding a rare smile behind his goblet
"You insolent little whelp" Harry got up from the table "Where do you think you're going?" Snape demanded
"Well, I think I'm going to go up to Sirius room and get fantastically drunk." Harry said carelessly, Snape steeped in front of the door "If you don't move I will make you" Harry said while flicking his wrist, and catching his wand that had flown out of the holster strapped there.
Snape eyed the wand and stepped aside. Harry called out after him "Fred, George are you coming or not?" And continued up the stairs
Sirius room was exactly as Harry had left it the end of the previous summer, exactly. It still held the empty firewhiskey bottles scattered on the floor and a few empty packets of cigarettes. This was what Harry had been counting on. Normally Harry was the one who obtained the cigarettes and Draco was the one who got the firewhiskey. In Sirius' massive closet, on the top shelf, behind a shoebox filled with butterbeer corks, was Harry's last half bottle of firewhiskey, other than the one he had received form Fred and George earlier that day.
Harry left the closet to see Fred lounging on the bed and George sprawled amongst the litter on the ground.
"Harry why didn't you invite Ronniekins up here to join in the drinking festivities?" asked George looking up at the bottle in Harry's hand with wanting.
"Well there are three reasons for that boys" said Harry cheekily "One, I doubt he has ever drunk anything stronger than butterbeer before, two he would want to know how I can drink without choking and three he would more than likely tell your mother."
"Ah, fair point." Said Fred
"He hasn't drunk. Ever. He spends far too much time with Hermione to do that." Said George
"Love her dearly, but she has no sense of humour, and I doubt she will ever have firewiskey anyway." Said Fred wisely
"Oh and there is probably a forth reason." Said Harry taking a healthy swig from the bottle "He would want to know where all this came from." Harry gestured around the room at the mess that He, Fred and George had left in the summer before sixth year.
Harry awoke the next morning to one of the twins puking in the bathroom next-door, and to Mrs Weasley yelling up the stairs for them to get up as they were going to Diagon Alley.
The first thing Harry wanted to do when he got to Diagon Alley was visit the bank, and he did but he only got out some galleons and left with the rest of the Weasleys and Tonks who was their guard for the day. Harry didn't manage to sneak off until they had visited both the bookshop and the Apothecary. It was while the rest of the party were having a break at Fortescues ice cream parlour that Harry was able to, under the pretence of using the toilet, call Draco with his mirror and ask him to come to Gringotts with him. As Harry knew very little of wizard law and he had promised Draco that he could come when he received his inheritance.
Harry met Draco at the gateway that led back to the Leaky Cauldron, Draco looked like he usually did loose dark pants and a green button up shirt with a black robe over the top, he had stopped slicking his blond hair back when He and Harry had begun to go to nightclubs and parties all over London. His Hair now hung loosely around his pale face, falling into his eyes occasionally.
Draco made to shake Harry's hand but Harry pulled him into a brotherly hug, and slapped him on the back.
"How have you coped at the muggles?" Draco asked in brotherly concern
"Fine, I went out every few nights, it's a pity I didn't see you where I went, lots of hotties. Anyway I have a few packs of smokes in my bag you want a couple?"
"God, yes." Draco looked longingly at the bag on Harry's back "I could never get out. I haven't had a smoke in weeks."
Harry took off his bag but continued to make his way down the cobbled street towards the tall white building at the end. "Here." Harry said handing over two packets
As they approached the bank Draco asked Harry "Do you have any idea of the state of your finances?"
"Nah, bloody Dumbledore never tells me anything."
Draco looked concerned for a moment then added "Have you ever been to your family vault?"
"ummm...no, I didn't know I even had a family vault."
"You are such and idiot Potter. Your family along with the Malfoys are two of the oldest and wealthiest families around, along with plenty of the Slytherin families."
"Oh, Right then." Harry said "will I be able to see it today."
"We should be able to, I mean it is yours and you are of age as of yesterday."
When they reached the bank Draco walked up to one of the tellers and said confidentially "I would like to see one of the senior managers."
"What is your business?" the goblin asked
"It is a matter of one of the old family vaults."
"Alright then," said the Goblin "Follow me"
There was still a smile on Harry's face as he and Draco, lounged on the couches in Sirius' room three hours later. Harry had bought his first bottle of Firewhiskey legally, and had finished his shopping after finding out about his vault.
Flashback---
"The Potter Family vault sir" the goblin that had driven Harry and Draco down to into the deepest section of vaults to find his family vault.
"Thank you." Harry said politely before placing his hand on the keypad in the centre of the door. The door clicked open after Harry had felt a warm heat spread thought his entire body.
"Harry, do you want me to come with you?" Draco asked seeing the slightly scared look on his friends face.
"please." His friend whispered
Harry had expected to see mountains of gold and was sorely disappointed, that was until Draco led him over to a small chalk board on the wall opposite the door.
"Well, go on then." Draco said as Harry stared at the board no knowing what to do
"What do I have to do?" Harry asked
"Press you hand onto the board and ask it what you want, start with how much money you have." Draco said supportively
"Okay, then." Harry places his hand on the board and said "how much money is in this vault." He looked questioningly at Draco who nodded and removed his hand. The number was massive, "147,689,901 galleons, six sickles and 21 knuts." Harry Whispered "My god."
"Do you want to come back another time?" Draco asked
Harry nodded and let himself be led by the elbow back to the cart.
End Flashback---
"You should have..." Draco was cut off as the door to the room was thrown open and a rather angry looking Hermione, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley and Tonks who stormed into the room.
"Can I help you?" Draco asked smoothly
"Harry, why is Malfoy in Sirius' room, he's a death eater and ..." Hermione trailed off for a moment then continued "I thought you broke up."
Harry and Draco roared with laughter, and fell helplessly onto the floor. Hermione and Ginny wondered why they were laughing at their break-up, while Mrs. Weasley and Tonks looked confused at the notion that Harry and Draco had been seeing each other.
"God Hermione," Harry panted "You are so naive."
"What? Why?"
"Draco," said Harry looking away from Hermione and at his best friend "Do you know where that brain of hers is as she doesn't seem to be using it."
"Nope, maybe Weasley took it so she would stop using big words." Harry laughed and made his way over to the closet, Draco followed close behind
"Where do you think you're going?" Mrs. Weasley shouted "And where did all of this mess come from?" after finally noticing the state the room was in "Is this Fred and Georges mess?"
Harry poked his head out of the closet for and moment and said "No, sorry Mrs. Weasley, but the mess" He gestured to the room at large "Well the mess is mine."
"Leo?" Draco said
"Who are you calling Leo dip-shit, my names Harry." Harry said in confusion
"I'm calling you Leo, it suits you. What with all your Gryffindorish courage, king of the pride and all that..."
"Ahh, right, got it. How long did it take you to come up with that?" Harry said joking
"Just thought of it then." Draco said smoothly
"Okay then, what were you going to ask?"
"Right well, now that's sorted, Leo, where the hell are you planing to hide that firewhiskey?"