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Stonewall Secondary: Chapter FOUR
Ron gasped, "Harry! You can't let Sirius' money go to them!"

Harry snarled, "I know that! I would never let anything of Sirius' go to the family that hated him, especially not to his murderer!"

Draco made a noise of disagreement, but settled down when Harry shot him a death glare.

Goldcain coughed, "Well then, let's discuss what you want to do with the inheritance."

Harry nodded stiffly, sitting back down in the man-eating chair.

"Would it be possible to give it all to Remus Lupin?" he asked, not wanting to keep Sirius' money when it was his fault Sirius was dead in the first place.

"I'm afraid not. Wizarding law states that werewolves, among many other magical creatures, cannot inherit anything from wizards or witches," Goldcain said regretfully.

Harry frowned. "Would it be possible to give him a key to the vault? That way it would still be mine, but he could withdraw money as well…"

"Hmm… That is certainly possible, Mr. Potter. Do you want me to arrange that for you?"

The green-eyed teen nodded. "Yes, please… Er, was that everything? We have to get going soon…"

The old goblin nodded. "All you need to do now is sign a few documents so that all of Mr. Black's assets can be transferred to your name."

Goldcain snapped his fingers, making several rolls of parchment appear out of thin air. With yet another snap, the rolls unfurled and each displayed a big, red 'X'.

Harry grabbed one of the ever-lasting quills that were placed on Goldcain's desk, then proceeded to sign his name wherever he saw the prompting 'X'.

Once he finished, Goldcain leaned forward. "That was all that needed your immediate attention, Mr. Potter. However, I understand that you were inquiring as to your vault's holdings?"

Harry blinked, "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot…"

"Well, I could tell you now if you still want to know," the old goblin said.

Harry nodded, causing Goldcain to snap his fingers. "Let's see," he said, unfurling the parchment that appeared, "You have your trust fund and the Potter family vaults under your control."

Harry's head snapped up. What? Since when did he have more than one vault?

"In your trust fund, there are: 3, 256 galleons, 1, 809 sickles, and 931 knuts. In the combined Potter vaults, there are: 26, 705 galleons, 15, 492 sickles, and no knuts. Your great uncle was allergic to copper and demanded that all knuts be converted to other currency."

Harry's head swam. "I… I have that much money?" he asked weakly.

"Damn, mate, you're rich!" Ron said, a tinge of jealousy clearly audible.

"Er, yeah… I guess I am…" the green-eyed Gryffindor replied.

Goldcain cleared his throat. "Would you like to do anything with your money, Mr. Potter?"

Harry nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Do you have any debit cards? I've always wanted one of those!"

"Yes, we do, Mr. Potter. Would you like the Wizarding card or the Muggle one?"

"Can I have both?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Yes, Mr. Potter. That is a simple process," Goldcain said, snapping his fingers.

Two rolls of parchment appeared, each accompanied with a small plastic card. "These are spelled with various anti-theft charms, preventing them from being stolen."

Harry grinned, "That's great!"

If the Dursleys ever found out about them, they wouldn't be able to take them away!

The goblin nodded, "All you have to do is sign these."

Harry eagerly complied, signing with a flourish.

Goldcain stood, "Well, Mr. Potter, it was nice meeting you. I hope we can see each other again soon."

Harry nodded, shaking the hand that was held out to him. "Sure thing, Mr. Goldcain."

Harry led the others out of the goblin's office and then out of the bank, skipping happily.

"Well, someone is certainly cheerful today," Blaise said, watching as Harry headed back to the Leaky Cauldron, almost bowling over the people in his way.

"Hmm. Yes, you'd think he'd never had money before, the way he's acting," Draco drawled.

"That's because he hasn't," Ron stated simply.

The Gryffindor noticed their disbelieving stares. "What? He really hasn't! He's always lived with those horrible Dursleys, and they've never spent more on him than they absolutely had to."

Draco tilted his head. "Yes, he did mention having to do menial labor ever since he was small the other day… It's not so far-fetched to think that he's never had money at his disposal after that…"

Blaise and Ron looked at him strangely.

"Since when do you have heart-to-hearts with Potter, Drake?" Blaise asked.

Draco rolled his eyes. "It's not that big a deal, Blaise. I just asked him why he knew how to do servant work…"

Ron sighed, "For a moment there, I thought you'd actually turned over a new leaf and willingly talked with a Gryffindor…" He shook his head, sending red strands flying. "I guess that was way too much to ask for…"

"So, you guys want to go eat?" Harry asked as they all walked away from Mrs. Figg's house, heading out to do their shopping.

"We haven't eaten all day. What do you think, Potter?" Draco sneered.

"I guess that was the equivalent of: I'm famished, Harry. Please feed me! in Malfoy speak."

Ron sniggered, "It sounded that way to me, mate!"

"Ha, bloody ha, Weasel. Your hilarity kills me."

Blaise rolled his toffee-colored eyes. "What are we going to eat, Harry?"

Harry paused at a street corner, waiting for the little green man to appear. "Well… Have you ever been to McDonald's?"

"Welcome to McDonald's. Can I take your order?" the blond-haired young man behind the counter asked.

"Er, yeah. Hold on a sec," Harry said, turning to his companions. "Okay, guys. This is how it works: you see those pictures?" They nodded. "Okay, choose whichever one looks best."

Turning back to the confused employee, Harry smiled. "Er, they're not from around here…"

The young man nodded. "Gotcha. So, are you ready to order?" he asked, winking.

"Er, uh, yeah," Harry stammered. What was with that wink?! "Uh, I'll have a Big Mac, no onions, please."

"No prob, cutie," the blond said, pushing buttons on the cash register.

Harry's face flamed. Was this guy flirting with him?

He shook his head and looked to the others. "So, what did you guys decide?"

"Eh, I'll have a number… three?" Ron said, sounding unsure.

"Okay, and what will you two have?" the blond employee asked.

Draco glared at him. "I'll have a number six."

The blond nodded and turned to Blaise. "And you, buddy?"

The brunette Slytherin shuddered at being called 'buddy' by a Muggle commoner. "I'll have a number four, thanks, buddy."

"Okay, so that's a… number one, three, four and six?" he asked, reading from the display.

"Er, yeah. I think so," Harry replied.

"That'll be $21.93." (This is in dollars 'cause I'm too lazy to convert.)

Harry nodded and dug out his wallet. His first purchase with his new debit card!

He handed it to the employee, who swiped it through the machine. The receipt was spewed out, and the blond handed it to Harry, along with a pen.

Harry signed his name quickly, then handed them both back.

The blond smiled and handed him the copy of the receipt. "Here you go. Your order is number 261. Oh, and by the way, my name's Michael."

Harry smiled nervously, blushing horribly. "Er, nice to meet you, Michael."

Michael winked, "The pleasure's all mine."

Harry laughed weakly, then booked it away from there as fast as possible.

Ron and the Slytherins followed behind, the red-head laughing manically. "Hey, Harry, I think you've got yourself a boyfriend!"

"Shut up, Ron!" Harry hissed, sliding into a booth and hiding his face in his hands. "Oh my god, that was so embarrassing…"

Ron slid in next to him, the Slytherins sitting across from them. "Nah, don't worry 'bout it, mate. It's not that big a deal. You do look kind of girlish…"

Blaise and Draco snickered.

"What?" Harry asked, horrified. "I do not!"

"Yes, you do, Boy - or, should I say, Girl? - Wonder. You're short; skinny; have big, innocent green eyes; and your hair has gotten longer," Draco said, reaching across the table to finger Harry's bangs.

Blaise turned to scrutinize his friend. It seemed that Draco had mulled this over for quite a bit; enough to make it sound like a sure fact.

"Maybe I should shave it off?" Harry whimpered.

"Nah, you know it just grows back. Besides, it looks better like this," Ron said breezily.

"That's easy for you to say, Ron. You're not the one being hit on by guys."

Ron laughed. "Yeah, that's true. Thank God for making me unmistakably male."

Draco snorted. "Just because you're a giant freak doesn't make you 'unmistakably male,' Weasel."

He'd always been a little iffy on the fact that the red-head was three inches taller than his own stature of 5'11.

The inevitable confrontation was stalled by Michael's voice calling over the intercom, "Number 261, your order's ready."

"Er, that's us, guys. Let's go."

"Yeah, before these two idiots decide to level the place," Blaise said dryly.

Harry laughed. Blaise wasn't so bad… For a Slytherin.

Reaching the counter, they waited until Michael was done with another customer's order.

"Okay, here's your food. Enjoy," Michael said, handing the tray to Ron. "And here's your cups," the blond said, holding them out to Harry.

Harry reached for them, but Michael didn't let go. "Uh, I was wondering… Are you free tonight?"

Harry blushed. "Er, um, you do know I'm a guy, right?"

Michael winked. "Of course I do, Harry Potter."

The green-eyed teen was thrown for a loop. "How do you know my name?"

"I read it off of your receipt." Michael grinned in a self-satisfied way. "So, what do you say?"

Harry's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

"He's free! And he'd love to go out with you, right mate?" Ron said, elbowing him in the side.

"Er, sure?" Harry replied hesitantly.

"Great!" Michael beamed. "Are the movies okay?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Okay, so where should I pick you up?"

Harry's eyes widened. The Dursleys wouldn't let him go out on a date with a guy! Heck, they probably wouldn't let him date at all!

"Er, why don't I meet you there? I live close by; I can walk."

Michael frowned. "Well, if you're sure…" Harry nodded. "Then how about we meet there for the nine o'clock screenings?"

"That's fine. I'll see you at nine, Michael." Harry took the cups and walked off, leading the other wizards to the coke dispenser.

"Hey, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yeah?"

"What are 'the movies?'"

Chapter four: complete!

And now, my dear readers, a question:

What should happen in chapter 5? I can't decide, so I'll leave it up to you guys! You have two choices:

1. Harry goes on the date. It won't go over the whole thing, of course, just the preparations and the end... And it would have a teensy tiny little Draco-Harry moment at the end. XD

2. Remember, it's barely Friday in this chapter, and the fic started on a Tuesday... There are more than THREE WEEKS left before they even start school! With that in mind, this option skips forward a few days. They will be shopping. At the mall. Purebloods. Shopping. In a mall full of Muggles. Doesn't that sound like fun? XD

Oh, and if you were gonna choose option one just because of the Drarry moment... Don't. Option two will have one as well. XD