Bonus Chapter III
Gringotes
"Jimmy, Harry!" called a kind voice. Harry opened his eyes slowly, and Mrs. Potter's face focused, smiling and putting the glasses on his face.
"Morning, Mrs. Potter." Harry smiled, looking at James, who awaked in his bed on the other side of the room. They had spent the whole night studying quidditch schemes, and when he gazed at the clock it was almost noon.
"Today we'll go to the Diagon Alley to pick the things for the party, boys." She said as she left the room.
"Let's get down…"
Harry and James ran down the stairs to the kitchen, where the Potters already ate breakfast. When James sat down, Mr. Potter grabbed a piece of parchment and handled him.
"James, did Sirius go back to the Blacks' house? A letter with their arms arrived…"
For a moment they gazed at each other, fearsome, but when he opened the letter they saw that Regulus handwriting was different.
Dear Friends,
I have just left my parents' home and now I am heading to the apartment, hoping that all is well with you. I left a farewell letter to them, without saying my destination. See you at Christmas.
R.A.B
When they finished reading they ate their bacon silently, heading to the room to change. Harry wondered what kind of magical transportation James' parents would use, and was surprised when James' father picked a car's key and headed to the garage.
"A car?" Harry asked as they entered the vehicle. James tried to make him silent, but before Harry could change the subject Mr. Potter smiled to him and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
"This beauty here." He said proudly. "It's enchanted. Muggle cars run, this one flies."
"It's a flying car?"
Harry saw James fast his seatbelts when his father turned the car on, and he understood that "flying" wasn't what he meant literally.
The car accelerated through the earth way that connected the village to the road; and although really scared at the car's amazing speed, Harry grinned when he saw the speedometer rise quickly before he could even ask James if his father was a good driver.
The Leaky Cauldron, otherwise than the rest of London which Harry saw on the way, was the same. When the group entered they saw two figures on a corner table, drinking and chatting, wave towards them.
"Sirius! Regulus!"
The two brothers rose, greeting the Potters and hugging Harry and James.
"You made it! We've read the letter…"
"Fortunately. Of course my mother probably is furious, but I couldn't stand any longer. It's fun living with Sirius, he takes me to the places."
"It's because I can't cook." Sirius rolled his eyes, and Regulus grinned.
"Still, I've never drank so much."
"I'll leave you talking." Mrs. Potter smiled, messing her son's hair. "Jimmy, you need to tell me when the others are coming."
Both of them left, and Harry and James sat at the Black's table.
"By the way." Regulus grinned, taking a key out of his pocket. "I'm with the key."
Harry widened his eyes. He didn't remember of the horcruxes, even that Regulus had the key.
"Let's go?" he asked anxiously.
"Shouldn't we wait for the others?"
"We've got the key! Come on!"
The four walked to Gringotes, Regulus leading the group. The big hall was filled with people, and the boys waited a while until a goblin could go to them.
At the beginning the Lestrange's key made him suspicious, and Harry could not believe in his luck when they were shaking inside the car heading to the vault. The trip was long, for the old wizard families had more depth vaults, and when it was opened they saw a layer of dust covering the objects, with some pieces of burned earth over it. Harry shivered when he saw some wizards drive away a rather angry dragon.
"Behold the Lestrange's vault." Regulus whispered maliciously, entering the big whole full with golden and silver coins pilled. Within all the shine Sirius found an old, black book, much newer than Harry remembered. James put it in his pocket, and the four left the place to the car.
When they got to the front hall again, Sirius asked to see the book, browsing through its pages.
"But there's nothing written!"
"If you write, he'll answer." Explained Harry, narrowing his eyes when hit by the light outside. They tidied their scarves as they walked by the alley, ready to celebrate Christmas calmly and, as Sirius said, stylishly.