A/N: Boredom does things to me. Also any HMNH readers will have to wait forever for an update. I'm actually taking it down for a while so no one gets their hopes up.

Summary: "You are not a Potter." James Potter told Harry Not-Potter. One-sided JamesxHarry.

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"You are not a Potter." James Potter told Harry Not-Potter firmly. He knew the time for this was coming. James inwardly cursed that smarmy Malfoy for always calling his son Potter.

It just made everything so much harder.

The hurt and confused look in Harry's sweet green eyes – Lily's eyes – nearly made James apologize and sweep his oldest and most naïve son into a hug and declare that he was only joking and would he pretty please play Quidditch with him?

He managed to keep the words tumbling from his mouth and stammered out, "Don't let that greasy hair ball get to you, Bambi. You aren't a real Potter." James winced and realized this wasn't the most comforting thing to say. Harry's lips thinned and he slowly stood up straight his hands crossed over his chest just like his mother.

Bloody hell. James thought. I haven't buggered things up this badly since I asked Lily out the first time! The look Harry was giving him made him a squirm a little bit. He felt 14 all over again.

Before Harry could shoot him with a Stinging Hex, one of the cons of Harry being of age, James rushed to explain himself. "You're not like all the other Potters Harry. Erm, you're more like your mother." He managed to mumble out the end instead of choking on the words like he thought he would. There he said it."You're an Evans."

And James would know. He would stare at his deceased wife's portrait all day long and wonder if Harry was actually Lily reincarnated.

Harry – sweet sweet Harry – gave him a look that said 'Prove it.' and 'Are you bloody insane?' When James didn't do anything to support or dispute the look, Harry turned on his heel and marched away.

James winced when he heard something shatter. Lily always broke something delicate when she was angry as well.