A/N: Hey everything I know its late but here is an update
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Harry and Draco scanned the air above the pitch. The two other chasers on the team were practicing drills while the beaters flung bludgers at the keeper. Green eyes flickered between the teammates toward the golden snitch.
"Found it," the boy-who-lived called, raising his hand.
"No fair," his blond friend whined.
"You did say first to find the snitch wins."
"Yes, but…"
"Are you two boys running a Quidditch practice or competing to see who's the better seeker?" Hermione asked, walking up with Siria on her hip.
"Can't we do both?" Draco quirked his brow.
"Shouldn't you be practicing chasing?"
"I can't focus on checking form when I'm in the air."
"And you can when you're actively searching for the snitch?"
The blond glared. "Don't try to bring logic into this, Mione."
His girlfriend sighed. "Well, it was worth a shot." She readjusted the babe in her arms. "Have either of you considered what we're going to do with the Hufflepuff cup?"
"I thought Dora was working on it," Harry said, eyes fixed on the sky.
"She's currently focused on questioning the other aurors about the locket." Hermione rolled her eyes. "Besides, she can't do everything for us."
"What do you suggest?" Draco asked, crossing his arms. "I barely have free time as it is. I have quidditch, a potions internship, six N.E.W.T. classes, and still need to take those stupid uni entrance exams."
"For the last time, dear, they're not entrance exams. They're exams to see if you could handle uni."
"Whatever. They're still stupid."
"I'm free after practice," Harry said, quirking a brow. "I believe you are, too."
"When does it end?" Hermione asked, balancing the baby on her hip.
Draco glanced at his watch. "'Bout five minutes."
"Are you suggesting we go now?"
Harry shrugged. "Better now than never."
"Do you currently see a problem with that?"
The two boys stared at each other. "No," they said in unison.
"Of course," Hermione glared, "because everyone takes a sixth-month-old on a bank heist."
"Oh, yeah."
"If anything," Draco pursed his lips, "it makes us look even less suspicious. I mean, no one would think we're dangerous."
"But who is she posing as?" Hermione asked, shoulders slumping. "We can't give polyjuice to anyone under three. It stunts growth."
"Herself."
"Why in the world would Siria Black be going to Gringotts with Bellatrix LeStrange?"
"She won't be going to Gringotts with Bellatrix LeStrange."
"You mean to tell me," Hermione's eyes sparked, "that I made Neville risk his life for nothing?"
"What the…? What did you do?" the boy-who-lived asked, mouth dropping.
"I needed to get one of her hairs, Harry."
"Ask Luna. She probably already has some."
Draco furrowed his brow. "We really should be more concerned about your girlfriend."
Hermione tilted her head. "Sending her to a mental institution wouldn't be a bad idea."
"Both of you shut up," Harry said, glaring. He glanced over as the team descended to the field. "Look, practice is over. Let's go and get back before anyone notices we've left."
"Here," Hermione said, pulling out a potion. "This one already has Lucius Malfoy's."
"Might I ask why?"
"Harry, it doesn't make sense for Harry Potter to be asking around about the LeStrange family vault."
"And it's easier to believe Malfoy would?"
"I'll be Narcissa," the girl held up her own potion, "and then no one will question Lucius tagging along."
"You're just lucky he escaped last week," Draco said, grabbing his wand from his bag. "Otherwise, we'd have a lot more explaining to do."
"Well, who is Draco going as?" Harry asked, brow furrowed.
"Why can't I go as me?"
"They disowned you. I'm fairly certain that I overheard your father threaten bodily harm if he ever saw you again."
"Well, Harry," Hermione quirked her brow, "I do believe that the answer to your question has been the thorn in the side of every professor for generations."
"And that would be?"
"You can't be that daft…"
"The cloak, Scarhead," Draco called out. "Get the dang cloak."
Harry ran to the locker room and returned with his invisibility cloak. "You mean this?"
"Come on," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "We need to get outside of the wards before someone starts asking questions."
The three of them walked down to Hogsmeade, where they turned and apparated to Gringotts. Before entering, Hermione and Harry guzzled down their potions. Siria giggled at the face her godfather made.
"Blech," Harry said, scrunching his nose in disgust. "You've been making this potion for how long? Can't you figure out a way to make it taste semi-decent?"
"Changing taste in polyjuice would ultimately affect the outcome of the potion itself," Draco said, throwing the cloak over his head. "It's impossible to make good-tasting polyjuice without it losing its potency."
"Yeah, yeah, put a sock in it potions master."
"You asked."
"Boys," Hermione hissed, readjusting Siria on her hip. They quieted, awaiting her lead. She straightened her back and held her head high. The three walked into the bank, striding right up to the head teller. "I'd like to make a withdrawal."
"Identification?" the head goblin said, not looking up from his parchment.
"I hardly think that'll be necessary."
The goblin stared at her. "You know very well, Madame, that it is policy to check all credentials, even yours."
"You tell me that every time I come in, Griphook." Hermione sniffed, using her free hand to swipe a blond strand from her face. "Yet, somehow, you don't recognize me by now?"
"Lady Malfoy, do forgive my insistence. We've had quite a few threats of robberies since the incident with vault 713 six years ago." Griphook shrugged. "Since then, security has increased."
"Truly," Harry said, trying his best to let his frustration bleed through, "you can't be serious. It's obviously Narcissa Malfoy. Why must you require her to prove herself every time she walks through those doors?"
"Lord Malfoy, I would be careful if I were you. The ministry is offering quite the pretty galleon for your arrest."
"And you know I can offer you more."
"You have six hundred thousand galleons at your disposal?"
"You're in charge of my accounts." Harry quirked a brow. "What do you think?"
"I think you need to recheck your understanding of reality, Lord Malfoy."
Hermione scowled. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Have you forgotten that since the Battle at the Ministry and your husband's arrest, all your accounts were transferred over to your son?" Griphook crossed his arms. "Neither of you have any access to them without his express say so."
Harry and Hermione stared at each other. "Wait…all the accounts?"
"Yes, all the accounts including: your six Malfoy accounts, Lady Malfoy's dowry account, most all the LeStrange accounts seized by the ministry in the first wizarding war, and his own trust fund."
"Is that all?" Hermione asked, her voice weak. She glanced behind her. "What LeStrange vaults does he have?"
"His vault access includes: Rabastan LeStrange, Rudolphos LeStrange, the inheritence fund, the trust fund set up by Lord LeStrange before he died in case of an heir…"
"Okay, how about this?" Harry raised his hand. "Which LeStrange vaults does he not have access to?"
"Bellatrix LeStrange's dowry."
"Why that one?" Hermione asked, brow quirked.
"It contained several dark artifacts that the ministry still has yet to catalogue."
"It's been how many years?" Harry scowled. "How long does it take to catalogue a single vault?"
"When no one desires the possible decapitation?"
"Decapitation?"
"Or the tripwire hidden somewhere in the near back?"
"And you cleared all of this?" Hermione asked, mouth agape.
The goblin shrugged. "Security is security."
The two sighed. "Fine."
The left in a huff. Several minutes later, Draco entered, carrying Siria and dragging his feet toward the head goblin.
"I'd like to make a withdrawal," the blond said, grumbling.
"You do, do you?" Griphook asked, eyebrow quirked.
"Yes."
"Which vault do you require?"
Draco tilted his head. "Which one is closest to Bellatrix LeStrange's dowry? I currently forget the layout."
"I can take you down to your mother's dowry vault. It's two away."
"Are all dowry vaults in the same area?"
Griphook grabbed his key from the desk. "Why do you ask?"
"Looking into obtaining one for my girlfriend."
"Her family would have to have money."
"Oh no, I would put the money in."
"Why?"
"So my wife has a dowry vault?" Draco said, bouncing Siria on his hip.
"How about just giving her access to your vault? Or giving her money whenever she needs it?"
"But…it's tradition."
Griphook rolled his eyes. "Come back in five to ten years when you have a daughter."
They stepped into the cart and flew down the tracks toward the bottom levels of the bank. Siria's eyes widened and she cuddled in closer to her second godfather, whimpering.
"It's alright, Siria. Everything's okay."
"Can I ask why you brought her with you?" the goblin said, not letting his eyes leave the track.
"Babysitting."
"And you thought now was a good time to visit your vaults?"
"Since when are you so interested in wizarding affairs?"
The goblin shook his head. "Just asking."
They stopped in front of the dowry vaults. Draco slowly disembarked, making sure he didn't pinch Siria on the way out. He held the cart door open for a while after he was off.
"Are you coming?" Griphook asked, brow furrowed.
"Just a minute." The blond slammed the door behind him. "So, which one is my aunt's vault?"
"Which aunt?"
"The one I don't have access to."
"You don't have access to either."
"Andy has access to her own vault?" Draco blinked.
"No, but neither do you."
"Who does?"
"Regulus Black."
The blond scowled. "But he's dead."
"Yeah, the line died out in a way that we couldn't hand it off anymore." Griphook shrugged. "It freezes at that point."
"Sirius can't even get into it?"
"If you can get ahold of Sirius Black, be my guest. His finances are in disarray and he refuses to make an appointment to fix them."
"His life's in disarray, so…" Draco pursed his lips. "Which one is Bella's vault?"
Griphook pointed his clawed finger. "That one, but I don't know why you need…"
Whatever the goblin was about to say was cut short by the blond's muttered stupefy, causing the creature to crumble to the ground.
"Nighty-night," the wizard said as he turned toward his aunt's vault. Siria giggled. "Liked that, did ya?"
"Your father would be proud," Harry said, stepping out from under the invisibility cloak.
Draco tilted his head. "It's strange to see my father this close to me and not cower in fear."
"I could pretend to lunge at you."
"Boys," Hermione said, crossing her arms, "we have work to do. Stop goofing off."
Harry turned to his friend. "Isn't it weirder that your girlfriend is also your mother?"
"Shut up." Draco walked over and opened the vault using the master key he swiped from the goblin.
They entered the vault, eyes surveying the vast amount of treasure stored there.
"Remember," Hermione said, eyeing several gold bracelets, "anything we touch will automatically duplicate until we're suffocated."
"Auntie Bella needs to work on her people skills."
Harry shrugged. "I think she's very happy with her people skills."
"Watch out for that nasty castration spell near the suit of armor."
"She needs to get a new hobby."
They continued on, eyes scanning for their goal.
"Aha!" Hermione cried out, lunging for the cup. "Here it is. It was conveniently placed on this throne for us."
"Since when does that happen?" Harry asked, eyes narrowed.
"Since when does my family have a throne?" Draco said, crossing his arms. "And why have I never heard of it before?"
Hermione turned over to her boyfriend. "Ferret, stop complaining. Really…" She paused, glancing around the vault. "Dragon, dear…where's Siria?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you were holding her last…"
Behind them, a pile of gold shuttered, doubling once more. Harry ran over, sifting through it to find Siria, cooing. She giggled.
"Sorry, Siria, this isn't peekaboo." Harry glared back at the blond. "What the hell, Malfoy?"
"I had to place her down if I was going to hold the cup! How was I supposed to know she could crawl?" Draco asked, huffing.
Alarms sounded. They could hear voices echoing from above.
"Great, just great!" Hermione threw the cup to Draco and lifted Siria onto her hip. "We gotta get out of here, now."
Harry ran ahead, his mind racing with possibilities. "We're surrounded from above."
"Yes, Harry. I remember that well from last time."
"And it's not like we can go deeper down."
"Again, astute observation. We've made it before."
"What do you want me to do, Mione?" Harry snapped, placing his hands on his hips.
"You free that dang dragon while I convince our idiot one to jump on."
Harry ran toward the dragon and started snapping his chains, smirking as he listened in on the couple's heated discussion.
"I would never…" Draco scoffed, shaking his head.
"You can ride a broom, but not a hippogriff or a dragon?"
"I rode the dang hippogriff."
"Then ride the dang dragon," Hermione said, voice raising.
"Guys," Harry coughed, "hate to interrupt, but if you're planning on taking a ride on the Draconian express, it's about to leave."
Hermione rolled her eyes and handed Siria to Draco. She hopped on, climbing a ways before motioning for him to hand back the infant.
"Sirius is going to kill us," the blond mumbled as he jumped on.
"Severus is going to perfect necromancy so he can resurrect us and murder us," Harry agreed, kicking off and encouraging the dragon with a few kicks to his side. Fire flamed from its mouth and the three time travelers took off towards Hogwarts.
"Severus," Sirius said, walking into the headmaster's office, "have you seen Hermione? She was babysitting, but she hasn't returned and it's almost Siria's bedtime."
The dark man scowled. "Do I look like Granger's keeper?"
"No…"
Severus sighed. "Last I saw her, she was carrying Siria down to the pitch to watch the boys fly."
"Yeah, about that…" Sirius rubbed his neck. "I talked to the quidditch team. They all said the boys went down to the lockers, but never came back."
"So," the headmaster glared, "you're saying we are currently missing three students?"
"Not only that…but the three most wanted students," the animagus scowled, "and my daughter."
Snape rubbed his eyes. "They wouldn't take her anywhere dangerous."
"They took her on a flying motorbike."
"Correction: Draco and Harry took her on a flying motorbike. Granger is much more intelligent than that." Severus scowled. "Where is Regulus? Isn't he usually your babysitter?"
"Once a month, I let him borrow some polyjuice and go out to the pub."
"What does he do?"
"I don't know," Sirius said, shrugging. "He never stays for long."
"What's up with him?"
"I stopped asking a while ago."
Severus sighed. "Never mind that. Where could the three of them have gone?"
The floo flared and Dora ran out. "There's been a break-in at Gringotts."
The two men stared at each other.
"Is there a possibility this is a coincidence?" Sirius asked, brow quirked.
"With our luck?" Severus rolled his eyes. "Do they know what was stolen, dear?"
"All I know is it was Auntie Bella's vault." She tilted her head. "Oh, and Auntie Cissa was seen moments before asking questions with Uncle Lucius."
Remus ran in from the stairwell. "There's a dragon coming in on the horizon."
Sirius and Severus sighed in unison. They rushed past the lycanthrope toward the main entrance.
"What's the penalty for leaving school grounds to commit a felony?" Severus asked, turning to the animagus.
"I'd have to check the handbook."
"What do you think the odds are your daughter's with them?"
"The same as my strangling them to death."
The team was dismounting as a group of professors came toward them.
"Draconus Lucius Malfoy," Severus called out, glaring.
"I knew I shouldn't have accepted the name back," Draco grumbled, helping Hermione to the ground.
"You wouldn't have access to your vaults if you refused it," Harry reminded him, sliding down with a grin.
"Harry James Potter." Sirius marched to the front of the small crowd. "Where is my daughter?"
"Right here, sir." Hermione handed Siria to her father.
"Please tell me you did not take my daughter on a bank heist."
The trio glanced around, suddenly interested in the darkening sky.
"Did you even consider the fact that you robbed one of the professors here at the school?" Dora asked, crossing her arms.
"Actually, I'm impressed by that one," Remus said, smirking. "James certainly would be proud of their gall."
Severus narrowed his eyes. "You are not helping." He turned back to the three teens. "Do you know the penalty for leaving the grounds to commit a felony?"
"There's a penalty that specific?" Hermione asked, placing her hands behind her back.
"We have teenagers living at this castle. Yes, there's a penalty that specific."
"You have to admit, Mione," Harry turned to his friend, "that felony is a fairly loose term. It could mean a number of things, and we do tend to flippantly wave our wands…"
"Enough." Sirius glared at the three. "Whose idea was this?"
"It was a group effort," Draco said, leaning against the beast behind him.
The headmaster rubbed his eyes. "Let's take this back to my office, shall we?" He glared at the miscreants. "I'd rather there not be too many witnesses."
"To what?" Draco asked, paling.
Sirius roughly grabbed the blond's shoulder. "March."
Dora sighed. "I should get back to Shacklebolt. It was really professional courtesy that he told me before making an official report."
"Is there any way you could keep this quiet?" Remus pursed his lips. "It would be better for no one to know this occurred. We don't want Voldemort to know we have another horcrux, and this break-in would leave him anxious."
"Damage control it is, then." The metamorphmagus rubbed her hands together. "I've been meaning to practice my Obliviate."
Severus kissed her goodbye while rolling his eyes. "See you tonight?"
"I'll bring my toothbrush and my silky Hufflepuff…"
"Eh," the dark man placed a finger on her lips, "let's not traumatize the children. They deserve punishment, but I don't want them in therapy for the next five years."
Harry raised his hand. "What's a silky Hufflepuff…?"
"Leave it up to your imagination," Remus said, shaking his head.
"No," Severus's mouth bobbed for a moment, "don't imagine it."
"Wait," Hermione eyes brightened, "they sell house-affiliated lingerie?"
"What do you plan on doing, Miss Granger?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"No, I don't want to know," the headmaster said, crossing his arms. "As your headmaster, as your boyfriend's godfather, and as a decent human being, I'd rather be kept in the dark."
The werewolf furrowed his brow. "You're being awfully quiet, Draco."
"Huh?" the blond whipped his head towards the lycanthrope. "Oh, sorry. I was told to leave it to my imagination. It's quite happy at the moment."
Hermione elbowed her boyfriend. "Draco!"
"Enough," Severus said, plopping in his desk chair. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"
"Yeah," Harry held up the Hufflepuff cup, "we got you another horcrux to destroy." He examined it closely. "Although, it could wait a night if you and Dora want to use it for any reason."
"Mr. Potter, I thought we went over this before. There are certain things you can and cannot use in certain situations…"
"Enough of that, Spots," Sirius finally said, shaking his head. "They're trying to postpone the main conversation."
Harry wrinkled his nose. "Caught that, did you?"
The animagus handed his daughter to Remus before throwing his hands in the air. "What were you thinking?"
"Um…"
"Well, Sirius," Hermione cleared her throat, "you have to admit that we've all been very busy lately. Dora had started on the cup, but got sidetracked interviewing aurors about the locket. We thought we'd go and get the cup in the few moments we all had free."
"You of all people should have thought this through."
"I did. Why did you think I had polyjuice on me?" The young Gryffindor girl scowled. "It's not like this was a last minute thing. I just didn't know it would happen during my time with Siria."
"And you couldn't have asked someone to switch with you?"
Draco scrunched his brow. "You act like there's a schedule."
"There is," Remus said, pulling out his PDA and pulling up the list. He used his stylus to skim. "It looks like those three were the only ones available from three to five. You and Severus had a meeting to go over a new professional development program, Narcissa had tea with the Dark Lord, Neville had already scheduled in his allotted 'bugging Bellatrix' time, and Luna promised Neville she would help him with new hiding spots." The lycanthrope scowled. "Regulus put down 'trolling for babes'."
"Regulus has never been interested in 'babes'." The headmaster sneered. "In fact, he's never been interested in anybody."
"Truthfully," Remus said, raising his hand, "I was under the impression he couldn't have romantic feelings. I have theory that to procreate—one day—he'll just begin to vibrate and then separate into two Regulus…kinda like biologists describe cell division."
"You know about mitosis?" Hermione asked.
"Well, it's not like I had a ton to do before your third year. Employment was thin."
Sirius blushed. "I might have put in Regulus's schedule."
"That explains it," Draco said, smirking.
Severus rubbed his forehead and grabbed a bottle of wine from his cabinet. "You are all going to make me into an alcoholic."
"Pour one for me, too, Spots," Sirius said, dropping into the seat across from the headmaster.
"Who's taking care of Siria?" Remus asked, holding up the girl. "Because I don't trust putting her down on the floor here when I know Severus keeps potions ingredients around. She just started crawling, and I don't like her getting into things."
"That would've been nice to know," Hermione scoffed, hands on hips.
"Are you saying you set my daughter down in Bellatrix's vault?" Sirius asked, eyes widening as he gulped down his first glass of wine.
"Um…"
"Do you know the types of security curses she's placed there?"
"Oh, yes," Harry nodded, "we got the low down. Castration, decapitation, wasn't there one that boils off skin?"
Sirius lunged at his godson. Severus jumped up to stop him.
"Sirius, calm down. Remember, killing them will only cause pain."
"They could've killed my daughter!"
"And yet she's here safe," Severus said. He growled and turned to the three students. "See what you've done? You've forced me to be the calming peacemaker in this situation. You will pay for that."
Hermione sighed. "What's the final verdict?"
"A month of detention for each of you. Hermione, you help Filch. Draco, you're going to be working on mailings for Sirius. Harry, you'll be my gopher. Anything I need, you get it for me."
"This isn't going to become some Herculean Twelve labors, will it?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, you wish you were so lucky."
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