Harry attempts to save magic itself by traveling back in time to be the brother of James. RAB/HP
It's not fair young James Potter thought as he banged his feet against his bed. Always when something important happened he was sent to his room. Like this afternoon: A stranger had appeared, clutching a small child. The man himself wore worn out clothes and held a child close to his chest. The child had looked at them with big green eyes, behind round glasses. However as soon as his dad had seen him he'd sent James upstairs. Finally his dad called him down.
Harry waved with big teary eyes as Remus passed the portal back to their own time. Or Remus' own time now, since Harry would be staying here. The thought of never seeing his, by the lack of better word, uncle made him cry. Silent tears dripped down his cheeks.
"Well, don't you remember asking for a baby brother?" Clark Potter asked as he walked into the room. The boy that held his hand nodded. "Well here he is: Harry Jacques Potter." James looked Harry up and down. "He doesn't look very happy to be here, does he?" James said worriedly. Clark smiled. "That is because he is a bit afraid and lonely, so you have to be very nice to him, okay? Harry, come here kid. This is James." Harry offered his hand, but James smiled and pulled him into a hug.
"Can we have lunch now?" James said releasing Harry. "How about we go to the leaky cauldron for a lunch and then go shop for Harry's room?" Jane said, as she stepped into the room. "And a trip to S.T. M.U.N.G.O.S Might be in order too." Clark nodded. "Does that sound like a good idea boys?" He asked.
"Yeah, thanks dad." James said. "Yes, sir." Harry offered his face down. Clack kneeled, before him. "Hey, you can call me Clack or if you want you can call me dad, okay?" Harry shut a quick look at James who was nodding eagerly. "Yes…Dad."
After lunch Jane and Clack decided that they would first contact a healer, before going shopping. Harry pouted. Healers always noticed too much. James however didn't get how something could be wrong with Harry already, after all he just got here. Harry almost snickered at the simplicity of an eight year old mind. Another thing Harry disliked was everybody's need to pick him up. Harry quite liked his personal space and could walk perfectly, thank you very much.
Finally, they had been appointed a room and a healer. The healer was a young woman, whose name did not register in Harry's mind. She waved a lot with her wand and a scroll appeared. She looked from the scroll to Harry and back. "Uhm, Are you six?" She said with a surprised look. Harry puffed out his chest. "Yes, ma'am." He said importantly. The adults looked at him in shock.