A/N: This one is a little obscure, don't mind me. But if you do read it, Review! Reviewers are worshipped.

Crossing Over

'Those aren't Lily's eyes.' Sirius looked at Harry in shock.

Harry was confused. 'They aren't? But, all my life...'

Sirius shook his head sharply. 'They're not. Lily's eyes were brighter, purer, and yet so much darker. Her eyes didn't shine the way yours do.' He took a step back. Harry began to protest. 'I knew your mother very well, Harry. It's cruel that I should know her better than her own son, but those... Those are not her eyes.'

Harry slumped back in his chair. If his eyes weren't Lily's eyes ... He stood up unexpectedly. 'Sirius, where is my grandparent's house?' Sirius looked taken aback. 'The house that you stayed in when you were sixteen? The Potters.' Sirius' face took on a look of dawning comprehension.

'I'll take you there.'

He'd been searching tirelessly for two weeks, and still nothing. No clues as to his father's past. Nothing indicative of a former girlfriend. He couldn't see anything that would draw any other conclusion than Lily was his mother.

Sirius regretted sending Harry on this mission. It was a cruel mission, he knew. There would be scarcely anything to find. He hadn't come to help.

Harry looked through a trunk for the eighth time. He was sure there was something. There had to be something. He picked up a picture of his 'parents' and their newborn son, himself, Harry.

It wasn't him. It wasn't Harry. There was something quite off about the face, about the eyes. Sirius was right -- his eyes weren't Lily's eyes. His eyes were bluer. But the baby in the photo -- he had her eyes. This baby was undoubtedly their son.

He felt the cold realization dawn on him, and he ran out of the house, unable to bear it.

Lifeless, with a feeling of self abandonment, the stranger walked the streets of Muggle London. It was so familiar to him, and yet so strange. He picked a quick way through the busied streets as if he had been in the Muggle part of the city many times. He hadn't. Or, he didn't remember it. He stopped in front of a glassy window, his own face reflected back at him. His reflection appeared in profile. Profile? What reflection appears in Profile?

He opened the door of the shop and walked in. In front of him, so close, was someone almost identical to himself. Except for his eyes. He had Lily's eyes. The green stared into the blue for what seemed like ages, until a woman saw them. She looked confused.

She found her voice at last. She was speaking to the stranger. She uttered a single name, one very familiar to the stranger.

The other spoke. 'Yes?' She ignored him, her eyes searching the stranger's face.

He replied uncertainly, almost a mutter. 'That's my name...'

The other looked dumbfounded. The stranger spoke again. He repeated the name. 'That's my name. I'm not Harry Potter.'

The woman laughed. 'Only when you're--...' Then she gasped and turned around. 'My lord.' She looked as if she was going to faint.

The other looked into the stranger's blue eyes. Then the memories rushed back and he Apparated away. The stranger didn't think much of it.

A boy, standing at the counter, turned around at the loud crack of Apparition. He immediately ran to the stranger. 'Can I have your autograph?'

He found a pen and smiled at the boy. He didn't know where it came from. He signed a piece of paper with a flourish.

Daniel Radcliffe