AUTHOR’S CHOICE .79
August 10th 1977
The goblins had taken them to the Potter’s vault, deep under London. Although the Black vault was full, to the point of bursting, Sirius hadn’t seen inside the Potter’s, and was surprised at just how full it was.
James flung one heavy pouch at Sirius and pocketed the other pouch.
“What’s this?”
“Money.”
“This isn’t my money.”
“Mate, you’re part of the family. Of course it’s your money.”
“Thanks,” he said softly. He had always thought of himself as part of the Potter family, but never really understood how much the Potters thought of him as part of their family.