Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Fred wouldn't be dead :( I wish I owned Glee (but I don't) get over it.

Warning: slash! Femslash! Mentions of serious topics, some language

Pairings: klaine (I just love the two of them), James/ Lily, Ron/ Hermione, Brittana, Harry/ Ginny

Harry laughed at a joke that his best friend Ron Weasley had just told. He was on holiday with Ron, Neville and all three of their wives were currently trailing behind, gossiping.

Harry was leading, naturally, and stopped dead as he spotted someone who looked breathtakingly like him. "Oof." Ron grunted as he walked straight into the back of him, "Harry mate, you ok?" He asked his friend.

Neville who was two paces behind but could see his face looked at him in concern, he'd never see him so pale. "Y-yeah." Harry replied, shaking his head a bit to clear it, "But I think I just saw my dad."

A week has passed and the group were back at home. Harry was currently pacing the kitchen of 12 Grimuald Place, a frown on his face "Harry?" Ginny tried. No response. "Harry?" Still none. "Harry?!"

Harry froze then slowly turned to face his wife. "Yes?" He asked cautiously, trying not to make his wife angrier than she already seemed to be.

"Poor Luna must be so confused, she wasn't with us, remember?" Ginny said quietly.

Harry grinned sheepishly, "sorry Luna I forgot. Basically it goes like this, Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Hannah and I were all on holiday, in Ohio y'know because it's small and I'm not known there." He paused as Luna nodded, knowing he hated his fame. "Well, we were walking through this park when I saw a man, in his forties, wearing glasses who had jet black untidy hair and hazel eyes. And he looked, exactly like me, it was like... seeing a ghost." He finished, letting the two gather their thoughts.

Luna looked at him, her wide, silverly eyes raking over him in concern as he yet again resumed his pacing. "I'm sure it was just a coincidence... I mean he's been dead for years, and nargles didn't steal his body."

Harry looked at her and was interrupted by someone in the floo. "Hello, Kingsley what's wrong?" Asked Ginny, as she was closest.

"Someone reported strange things happening in Lima,OH, a James Anderson claims to be having flashbacks of things that never that never happened to him, and the amount of magic being used has radically increased."

Ginny turned to her husband, "ok, your call but I no longer think that this is a coincidence," she laughed, "I mean James Anderson, that'd be too much of a coincidence."

Harry thought for a while, considering every possibility. Finally, after what seemed like hours he made up his mind, "I'm gonna go check this out, see if there's any truth with it. Will you be ok for a while with the kids Gin?"

"I'll be fine... Now go!" Ginny said pushing him towards the fireplace.

Harry laughed, stepping into the fireplace.

Harry flooed to Ron and Hermione's house first, to inform them of what was going on. Their reactions were exactly as he expected, Ron was in awe and Hermione was well... Sceptical at best.

"Harry," she said, slowly, "I personally think this is just a coincidence."

"I don't," he replied, "I know I shouldn't get my hopes up, but something is drawing me to Ohio, I don't know what it is but I will find out, no matter the cost." He finished quite lamely. He sighed, subconsciously running a hand through his unruly hair, "I-I need to find out."

Hermione sighed in defeat, "fine. Lima's perfect for you anyway, you're not known there, besides I have been wanting to see Will for a while," she trailed of thoughtfully.

"I was always on board mate," Ron told Harry before both of them turned to Hermione, "who the bloody hell is Will?" Asked Ron.

Hermione laughed, having forgotten she hadn't told her best friends about her cousin. "He's my cousin." She said.

"You have a cousin, 'mione?" Harry asked his sister in spirit. Hermione nodded. "Wow." Harry said, thinking over his and Hermione's sibling like friendship. "Hermione, would you like to be my sister, legally."

Hermione stared at him, speechless making both Harry and Ron concerned. Finally, she found her voice, "d-do you really mean that?"

Harry looked at her for a long time, "of course I do." He said and had two seconds before Hermione launched herself at him.

After a quick trip to Gringotts, Hermione was now Hermione Jean Weasley-Potter, the sister of Lord Harry James Potter-Evans-Black. The golden trio stepped out of the white marble building, Hermione pulling a small phone from her pocket,dialling a phone number.

"Hello, Will? It's Hermione."