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Note: Takes place after Harry's fourth year... only Voldemort isn't alive in this fic.. but Harry and Sirius ARE close.
Summary: A boy with the last name 'Potter' arrives at Hogwarts. This wouldn't normally be a big deal... but this boy looks strikingly similar to Harry. Could it be that James had another son? One Harry never knew about?
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sat in the Gryffindor common room, talking merrily to one another. The feast and sorting had just finished, and there were six new Gryffindor's. Harry smiled ever so softly, glad to be in his fifth year at Hogwarts.
"... so we will need to set up study sessions," Hermione rambled. Harry and Ron exchanged knowing looks, and just nodded in angreement. "The O.W.L.'s are extremely hard! You should know this. This is not a joke! Harry! Ron! Are you listening?"
"Yes," Harry and Ron muttered in unison. Hermione's nostrils flared, and she glowered at them menacingly.
"I don't think you understand the seriousness of this situation!"
"I don't think you understand that we don't care," Ron drawled lazily. Harry winced. He had said the wrong thing, indeed. As Hermione opened her mouth to scream, the portrait of the Fat Lady suddenly swung open. A young, scared looking boy stepped in. He had unruly black hair, which lie in every direction, and big, blue eyes. He was gangly; very skinny and small. His glasses slid down his nose, as he struggled to pull is trunks into the room. All activity in the Common Room stopped as the boy stepped in. Everyone was transfixed on him. The boy stood, nervously, watching everyone.
"H-hi," he stuttered. "Sorry I'm l-late." As quickly as it got silent, it got just as loud. People started whispering about the newest arrival to the Gryffindor tower.
"... looks just like him..."
"... except for the blue eyes..."
"... a little bit shorter than him, too..."
Hermione's eyes had grown as big as galleons, and she looked at Harry expectantly. Harry just smiled tentively.
"Blimey, Harry!" Ron said, excitedly. "Look at him! The resemblance is uncanny!"
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, now confused. Hermione finally seemed to regain her voice.
"Harry!" Hermione said incredeously. "He looks just like you!" Harry frowned. The boy did resemble him... but only a LITTLE.
"What's your name?" Someone called out. The boy shifted nervously.
"E-evan," the boy said. "Evan Potter." The room got stock-still. This time, even Harry was audibly amazed.
"P-potter?" Harry questioned nervously. Evan turned his eyes on Harry.
"Yes. My father's last name was Potter."
"What was his first name?" Harry pressed.
"I'm not sure. I never met him. My mother said he had always talked of having a son named Evan. But... she never saw him after she got pregnant. She never told me his name." Harry noticed that Evan's eyes got watery. "My mom's name is Crystal. Crystal Perez. She was a Muggle. My father was a Wizard, or so I've been told. She told me once that he was... when she told me, she didn't sound like she exactly believed it herself. But I guess it turns out he was one."
"Was a Muggle?" Ron asked curiously. Evan winced.
"She died last year. She died in a car crash."
"And where were you?" Fred Weasly asked, eyeing both Evan and Harry.
"Home. She was coming home from work. I was already home...," Evan looked around. His eyes landed on Harry. Harry kept his gaze. There was something about the boy.
"I didn't see you at the Sorting Ceremony," Hermione said suspiciously.
"I was late. I live in an orphange... I had to sneak away. They thought the letter was rubbish. I missed the train. I didn't know how to get through the platform. By the time I figured it out, the train pulled out. I sent an owl ahead to the school. I only just arrived."
"Oh," Hermione said. Harry got up, and everyone turned to face him.
"Nice to meet you, Evan. My name is Harry. Harry, uhm, Potter."
Evan's mouth turned to reveal a wide smile. "Potter! We share the same name! Neat!"
"Uh, yeah. Ron, Hermione, I'll see you in the morning. G'night." Harry made his way quickly up the stairs to the boys dormitories. He felt eyes on him the whole way up. A few minutes later, Ron followed.
"Harry, what was that down there? Why did you flee?"
"Flee? I didn't FLEE, Ron. I am tired, it's as simple as that. Tomorrow is the first day of classes. I want to be well rested." Ron raised an eyebrow.
"You can't fool me, Harry. What's on your mind, mate?" Ron sat next to Harry, on Harry's bed.
"Well... his name is Evan. My mum's name was Lily... Lily Evans. His father was a wizard... with the last name Potter."
"It's impossible, Harry. He was born after you... which meant that your father was already... gone."
"It doesn't add up... he looks just like me... glasses and all. The only difference is the eyes. The blue eyes."
"There is more than one wizard with the last name Potter, y'know."
"I know. But it doesn't explain how he looks just like me. Maybe... maybe my dad knew he got her pregnant... and put a charm on her so it didn't... I don't know... show until four years after I was born."
"I don't think that's possible," Ron said, doubtfully.
"Maybe he isnt a first year. Maybe he's fifth year, like us."
"He doesn't look it."
"That doesn't mean he can't be."
"So lets go find out." Ron stood. Harry reluctantly followed. They walked slowly down the stairs, back into the common room. Evan was still standing, answering questions. Ron pushed his way to the front.
"What year are you, Evan?
"Fourth," Evan replied slowly. Gasps broke out through the room. Harry felt himself flush. This meant... this could be his... brother! If his mother had gotten pregnant in April, he could be born in January, making him one grade younger than Harry... and if his mother had gotten pregnant in the time of April - June, it was possible. But... that had to mean his father had an affair. Thoughts clouded Harry's mind.
"How?" a bunch of voices called out.
"I used to go to Durmstrang."
"You're kidding!"
"No. But... the Acadamy has gone, well, down, obviously. So, Dumbledore sent me a letter... and I most graciously accepted." Evan grinned.
"You look so young," George Weasly said, getting up and walking around Evan in circles.
"I know... I don't eat much at the orphanage." Evan shrugged. "I'm only a few inches shorter than you, and you're in seventh year, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am," George puffed his chest out proudly.
"When were you born?" Harry asked, emotion devoid in his voice.
"February 27th."
"So you were concieved in May," Harry said softly.
"Approximately," Evan said with a lopsided grin.
Harry saw Ron and Hermione whispering to each other. People were starting to drift back to what they were doing. Evan looked around, nervous once more. "Where is the Year Four dorms? I was told a bed would bet there for me." Harry shrugged, and grabbed a fourth year that was sitting at a table.
"Show him to the dorms, will you?" The boy nodded, and helped Evan with his trunk, leading him up the stairs.
"Well, that's something, isn't it?" Fred said, walking over to Harry, George by his side.
"What is?"
"A boy, who looks just like you, might I add, appears here. He's in his fourth year-- and we all know it isn't very common for students to come in mid-year. His last name is Potter-- and he doesn't know what his father's name is-- and he's half and half. He's just like YOU, Harry," Fred said.
"S-so?" Harry said nervously, sweat breaking out near his brow. "W-what does that m-mean?" At the moment, Harry did not want anyone finding out about his suspicions on the new boy.
"So? SO? That's awesome, Harry. It's like... your mini-twin. I'm telling you," Georgsaid, clapping a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You're gonna love it. With a simple spell to turn his eyes green, you guys are like, identical. You can pull switches-- everything, Harry!" Fred and George werre grinning, and Harry emmitted a nervous chuckle.
"Yes, I s'pose so. I gotta go... I'll talk with you later...," Harry brushed past the twins, and made his way towards a whispering Hermione and Ron. They didn't notice him, and Harry stopped a few feet away, in order to try and get snips of their conversation.
"... I think you're right, Ron. Evan may very well be Harry's brother...," Hermione said lowly.
"But... it'll be really hard for Harry to take in. I mean... his Dad... having an AFFAIR?"
"Ron! Lower your voice," Hermione said menacingly. Ron cowered. Harry cleared his throat, causing them both to jump.
"H-h-harry!" Hermione said, startled. "I didn't, erm, realize you were there."
"Blimey, Harry, you sure know how to sneak up on a person!" Ron said. He grinned uncertainly.
"He isn't my brother," Harry spat out. "He can't be. My father wouldn't do that to my mum! I know he wouldn't!" Harry felt tears spring into his eyes.
"Oh, Harry, don't cry... you're probably right...," Hermione said softly. "Maybe... maybe your father had a brother, and Evan is his son... maybe he's just your cousin, Harry...," Hermione trailed off. "Did your Dad have a brother, Harry?"
"I don't know! I don't know anything about my parents!" Harry fought hard to keep the tears from spilling down his face. Hermione bit her lip and shrank back.
"I'm sorry, mate," Ron said after a moment.
"Why? Because I never knew my parents? Well, don't bother being sorry. I don't care anymore." Harry turned and sped up to his dormitory.
Note: Takes place after Harry's fourth year... only Voldemort isn't alive in this fic.. but Harry and Sirius ARE close.
Summary: A boy with the last name 'Potter' arrives at Hogwarts. This wouldn't normally be a big deal... but this boy looks strikingly similar to Harry. Could it be that James had another son? One Harry never knew about?
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione all sat in the Gryffindor common room, talking merrily to one another. The feast and sorting had just finished, and there were six new Gryffindor's. Harry smiled ever so softly, glad to be in his fifth year at Hogwarts.
"... so we will need to set up study sessions," Hermione rambled. Harry and Ron exchanged knowing looks, and just nodded in angreement. "The O.W.L.'s are extremely hard! You should know this. This is not a joke! Harry! Ron! Are you listening?"
"Yes," Harry and Ron muttered in unison. Hermione's nostrils flared, and she glowered at them menacingly.
"I don't think you understand the seriousness of this situation!"
"I don't think you understand that we don't care," Ron drawled lazily. Harry winced. He had said the wrong thing, indeed. As Hermione opened her mouth to scream, the portrait of the Fat Lady suddenly swung open. A young, scared looking boy stepped in. He had unruly black hair, which lie in every direction, and big, blue eyes. He was gangly; very skinny and small. His glasses slid down his nose, as he struggled to pull is trunks into the room. All activity in the Common Room stopped as the boy stepped in. Everyone was transfixed on him. The boy stood, nervously, watching everyone.
"H-hi," he stuttered. "Sorry I'm l-late." As quickly as it got silent, it got just as loud. People started whispering about the newest arrival to the Gryffindor tower.
"... looks just like him..."
"... except for the blue eyes..."
"... a little bit shorter than him, too..."
Hermione's eyes had grown as big as galleons, and she looked at Harry expectantly. Harry just smiled tentively.
"Blimey, Harry!" Ron said, excitedly. "Look at him! The resemblance is uncanny!"
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, now confused. Hermione finally seemed to regain her voice.
"Harry!" Hermione said incredeously. "He looks just like you!" Harry frowned. The boy did resemble him... but only a LITTLE.
"What's your name?" Someone called out. The boy shifted nervously.
"E-evan," the boy said. "Evan Potter." The room got stock-still. This time, even Harry was audibly amazed.
"P-potter?" Harry questioned nervously. Evan turned his eyes on Harry.
"Yes. My father's last name was Potter."
"What was his first name?" Harry pressed.
"I'm not sure. I never met him. My mother said he had always talked of having a son named Evan. But... she never saw him after she got pregnant. She never told me his name." Harry noticed that Evan's eyes got watery. "My mom's name is Crystal. Crystal Perez. She was a Muggle. My father was a Wizard, or so I've been told. She told me once that he was... when she told me, she didn't sound like she exactly believed it herself. But I guess it turns out he was one."
"Was a Muggle?" Ron asked curiously. Evan winced.
"She died last year. She died in a car crash."
"And where were you?" Fred Weasly asked, eyeing both Evan and Harry.
"Home. She was coming home from work. I was already home...," Evan looked around. His eyes landed on Harry. Harry kept his gaze. There was something about the boy.
"I didn't see you at the Sorting Ceremony," Hermione said suspiciously.
"I was late. I live in an orphange... I had to sneak away. They thought the letter was rubbish. I missed the train. I didn't know how to get through the platform. By the time I figured it out, the train pulled out. I sent an owl ahead to the school. I only just arrived."
"Oh," Hermione said. Harry got up, and everyone turned to face him.
"Nice to meet you, Evan. My name is Harry. Harry, uhm, Potter."
Evan's mouth turned to reveal a wide smile. "Potter! We share the same name! Neat!"
"Uh, yeah. Ron, Hermione, I'll see you in the morning. G'night." Harry made his way quickly up the stairs to the boys dormitories. He felt eyes on him the whole way up. A few minutes later, Ron followed.
"Harry, what was that down there? Why did you flee?"
"Flee? I didn't FLEE, Ron. I am tired, it's as simple as that. Tomorrow is the first day of classes. I want to be well rested." Ron raised an eyebrow.
"You can't fool me, Harry. What's on your mind, mate?" Ron sat next to Harry, on Harry's bed.
"Well... his name is Evan. My mum's name was Lily... Lily Evans. His father was a wizard... with the last name Potter."
"It's impossible, Harry. He was born after you... which meant that your father was already... gone."
"It doesn't add up... he looks just like me... glasses and all. The only difference is the eyes. The blue eyes."
"There is more than one wizard with the last name Potter, y'know."
"I know. But it doesn't explain how he looks just like me. Maybe... maybe my dad knew he got her pregnant... and put a charm on her so it didn't... I don't know... show until four years after I was born."
"I don't think that's possible," Ron said, doubtfully.
"Maybe he isnt a first year. Maybe he's fifth year, like us."
"He doesn't look it."
"That doesn't mean he can't be."
"So lets go find out." Ron stood. Harry reluctantly followed. They walked slowly down the stairs, back into the common room. Evan was still standing, answering questions. Ron pushed his way to the front.
"What year are you, Evan?
"Fourth," Evan replied slowly. Gasps broke out through the room. Harry felt himself flush. This meant... this could be his... brother! If his mother had gotten pregnant in April, he could be born in January, making him one grade younger than Harry... and if his mother had gotten pregnant in the time of April - June, it was possible. But... that had to mean his father had an affair. Thoughts clouded Harry's mind.
"How?" a bunch of voices called out.
"I used to go to Durmstrang."
"You're kidding!"
"No. But... the Acadamy has gone, well, down, obviously. So, Dumbledore sent me a letter... and I most graciously accepted." Evan grinned.
"You look so young," George Weasly said, getting up and walking around Evan in circles.
"I know... I don't eat much at the orphanage." Evan shrugged. "I'm only a few inches shorter than you, and you're in seventh year, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am," George puffed his chest out proudly.
"When were you born?" Harry asked, emotion devoid in his voice.
"February 27th."
"So you were concieved in May," Harry said softly.
"Approximately," Evan said with a lopsided grin.
Harry saw Ron and Hermione whispering to each other. People were starting to drift back to what they were doing. Evan looked around, nervous once more. "Where is the Year Four dorms? I was told a bed would bet there for me." Harry shrugged, and grabbed a fourth year that was sitting at a table.
"Show him to the dorms, will you?" The boy nodded, and helped Evan with his trunk, leading him up the stairs.
"Well, that's something, isn't it?" Fred said, walking over to Harry, George by his side.
"What is?"
"A boy, who looks just like you, might I add, appears here. He's in his fourth year-- and we all know it isn't very common for students to come in mid-year. His last name is Potter-- and he doesn't know what his father's name is-- and he's half and half. He's just like YOU, Harry," Fred said.
"S-so?" Harry said nervously, sweat breaking out near his brow. "W-what does that m-mean?" At the moment, Harry did not want anyone finding out about his suspicions on the new boy.
"So? SO? That's awesome, Harry. It's like... your mini-twin. I'm telling you," Georgsaid, clapping a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You're gonna love it. With a simple spell to turn his eyes green, you guys are like, identical. You can pull switches-- everything, Harry!" Fred and George werre grinning, and Harry emmitted a nervous chuckle.
"Yes, I s'pose so. I gotta go... I'll talk with you later...," Harry brushed past the twins, and made his way towards a whispering Hermione and Ron. They didn't notice him, and Harry stopped a few feet away, in order to try and get snips of their conversation.
"... I think you're right, Ron. Evan may very well be Harry's brother...," Hermione said lowly.
"But... it'll be really hard for Harry to take in. I mean... his Dad... having an AFFAIR?"
"Ron! Lower your voice," Hermione said menacingly. Ron cowered. Harry cleared his throat, causing them both to jump.
"H-h-harry!" Hermione said, startled. "I didn't, erm, realize you were there."
"Blimey, Harry, you sure know how to sneak up on a person!" Ron said. He grinned uncertainly.
"He isn't my brother," Harry spat out. "He can't be. My father wouldn't do that to my mum! I know he wouldn't!" Harry felt tears spring into his eyes.
"Oh, Harry, don't cry... you're probably right...," Hermione said softly. "Maybe... maybe your father had a brother, and Evan is his son... maybe he's just your cousin, Harry...," Hermione trailed off. "Did your Dad have a brother, Harry?"
"I don't know! I don't know anything about my parents!" Harry fought hard to keep the tears from spilling down his face. Hermione bit her lip and shrank back.
"I'm sorry, mate," Ron said after a moment.
"Why? Because I never knew my parents? Well, don't bother being sorry. I don't care anymore." Harry turned and sped up to his dormitory.