Chapter 2

"Voldemort," James said looking down at the picture again. How could a boy that handsome, a boy who looked as if his eyes would go straight to a boy's heart, turn so evil… and disgusting. "Harry how do you know this?" he whispered.

"Remember second year?" Harry asked turning fully to James. Mrs. Weasley tipped her wand on a boiling pot; it rose into the air, flew towards the twins, and tipped over; Mrs. Weasley slid two bowls neatly beneath it just in time to catch the stream of thick, steaming onion soup.

"Bread, dears?"

"Thanks, Mrs. Weasley," the Potter twins said simultaneously.

She waved her wand over her shoulder, a loaf of bread and a knife soared gracefully onto the table; as the loaf sliced itself and the soup pot dropped back onto the stove, Mrs. Weasley sat down opposite them.

'Later,' Harry mouthed to James.

"So you two persuaded Horace Slughorn to take the job?"

The boys nodded, their mouths so full of hot soup that they could not speak.

"He taught Arthur and me," Mrs. Weasley said. "he was at Hogwarts for ages, started around the same time as Dumbledore, I think. Did you like him?"

The twins looked at each other for a moment before shrugging; Harry gave a noncommittal jerk of the head.

"I know what you mean," Mrs. Weasley said, nodding wisely. "Of course he can be charming when he wants to be, but Arthur's never liked him much. The Ministry's littered with Slughorn's old favorites, he was always good at giving leg ups, but he never had much time for Arthur—didn't seem to think he was enough of a highflier. Well, that just shows you, even Slughorn makes mistakes, I don't know whether Ron's told you in any of his letters—it's only just happened—but Arthur's been promoted!"

"That's great!" Harry said swallowing.

"You are sweet," Mrs. Weasley beamed. "Yes, Rufus Scrimgeour has set up several new offices in response to the present situation, and Arthur's heading the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects. It's a big job, he's got ten people reporting to him now!"

"Who's Scrimgeour?" James asked sheepishly, looking at Harry.

Harry just stared at him. "Are you daft? When was the last time you even picked up the Prophet?" he asked. James's sheepish smile just grew and Harry sighed. "He's our new Minister of Magic now that Fudge stepped down."

"Oh… you could have just said that," James shrugged. "Is Mr. Weasley still at work?" he asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Yes, he is. As a matter of fact, he's a tiny bit late. …He said he'd be back around midnight. …"

She turned to look at a large clock that was perched awkwardly on top of a pile of sheets in the washing basket at the end of the table. Harry recognized it at once: it had nine hands, each inscribed with the name of a family member, and usually hung on the Weasley's sitting room wall, though its current position suggested that Mrs. Weasley had taken to carrying it around the house with her. Every single one of its nine hands were now pointing at "mortal peril."

"It's been like that for a while now," Mrs. Weasley said, in an unconvincingly casual voice, "ever since You-Know-Who came back into the open. I suppose everyone's in mortal danger now. …I don't think it can be just our family …but I don't know anyone else who's got a clock like this, so I can't check. Oh!"

With a sudden exclamation she pointed at the clock's face. Mr. Weasley's hand had switched to "traveling."

"He's coming!"

And sure enough, a moment later there was a knock on the back door. Mrs. Weasley jumped up and hurried to it; with one hand on the doorknob and her face pressed against the wood she called softly, "Arthur, is that you?"

"Yes," came Mr. Weasley's weary voice. "But I would say that even if I were a Death Eater, dear. Ask the question!"

Harry and James looked at each other and decided to ignore the Weasley parents as they leaned towards each other. "You know the questions thing are silly right?" James whispered.

"I don't know, I can think of a lot of things that only I know about you," Harry smirked earning him a poke in the head. "Ow! Listen I'm still shocked at you for the picture you know."

"There is no way that he is Voldemort," James whispered. "He's so handsome in this picture and Voldemort… well let's just say that he's not getting anybody up anytime soon."

Harry chuckled and looked at the door. Mrs. Weasley's face turned bright red from whatever question Mr. Weasley asked him. "It is true though," Harry whispered quickly. "As soon as we can I'll explain it. Besides, it's in my journal."

"Ah yes your journals," James muttered. "It's like you're writing your life story in there."

"They… help me," Harry said vaguely as Mrs. Weasley opened the door to reveal her husband.

"I still don't see why we have to go through that every time you come home," Mrs. Weasley said, still pink in the face as she helped her husband out of his cloak. "I mean, a Death Eater might have forced the answer out of you before impersonating you!"

"I know, dear, but it's Ministry procedure, and I have to set an example. Something smells good—onion soup?"

Mr. Weasley turned hopefully in the direction of the table.

"Hello boys! We didn't expect you two until morning!"

They shook hands, and Mr. Weasley dropped into the chair beside James as Mrs. Weasley set a bowl of soup in front of him too.

"Thanks, Molly. It's been a tough night. Some idiot's started selling Metamorph-Medals. Just sling them around your neck and you'll be able to change your appearance at will. A hundred thousand disguises, all for ten Galleons!"

"And what really happens when you put them on?"

"Mostly you just turn a fairly unpleasant orange color and your hands might get smaller, but a couple of people have also sprouted tentaclelike warts all over their bodies. As if St. Mungo's didn't have enough to do already!"

"So is that why you're late, Metamorph-Medals?"

"No, we got wind of a nasty backfiring jinx down in Elephant and Castle, but luckily the Magical Law Enforcement Squad had sorted it out by the time we got there. …"

Harry stifled a yawn behind his hand.

"Bed," said an undeceived Mrs. Weasley at once. "I've got Fred and George's room all ready for you two."

"Why where are they?" James asked.

"Oh, they're in Diagon Alley, sleeping in the little flat over their joke shop as they're so busy," Mrs. Weasley said. "I must say, I didn't approve at first, but they do seem to have a bit of a flair for business! Come on, dears, your trunks' already up there. "

The twins said their goodnights, pushing back their chairs.

"G'night Harry, James," Mr. Weasley said.

Fred and George's bedroom was on the second floor. Mrs. Weasley pointed her wand at a lamp on the bedside table and it ignited at once, bathing the room in a pleasant golden glow. Though a large vase of flowers had been placed on a desk in front of the small window, their perfume could not disguise the lingering smell of what Harry thought was gunpowder. A considerable amount of floor space was devoted to a vast number of unmarked, sealed cardboard boxes, amongst which stood Harry's and James' school trunks. The room looked as though it was being used as a temporary warehouse.

Hedwig hooted happily at the twins from her perch on top of a large wardrobe, then took off trough the window; James knew she had been waiting to see them before going hunting. The boys bade Mrs. Weasley good night and put on their pajamas. James turned to the beds and pushed them together as Harry turned to his trunk and pulled out six journals. They all had a red leather-bound cover with strange runes on all of them. Harry picked one up, undid the strap and let the book open onto an empty page.

"We're going to get a new journal soon," Harry sighed as he pulled out his wand.

"Or you can just figure out a way to fit more into one of your journals," James suggested looking over Harry's shoulder. "Which one has second year?"

"One second," Harry said. He placed the tip of his wand to the temple of his forehead and ever so slowly pulled away. A silvery substance came away, stretching from his temple to wand like a thick gossamer strand, which broke as he pulled his wand away from it and it fell gracefully onto the empty pages of the journal. It swelled a little before being absorbed, words appearing and filling out the pages for a brief moment before disappearing, only leaving the day's date.

Finished with his task, Harry shut the journal and looked towards the others. "That one," he said pointing to the journal. James took it and opened it up.

"So, explain how my little crush is Voldemort," he said walking to sit on their bed. Harry joined him, their legs touching as he leaned over closer to James and started flipping pages.

"You remember the diary Ginny had? The one possessed by Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, you took a freaky trip in it that one time," James said.

"And you yelled at me for not including you," Harry nodded. "Well the diary at the time shown Voldemort as he was when he was sixteen years old… and like you I um… might have gotten a crush," Harry blushed.

"A crush? But nobody can be me Harry," James smirked. Harry nodded and kissed James' cheek. "I know James but still just listen to me. He made me believe his lies… until I saw him again in real life," Harry said.

He stopped at a page and pressed his wand onto it. The book shone and an image appeared. It was a long dark corridor with statues of snakes on both sides leading up to a tall statue of Salazar Slytherin and a handsome boy standing at Slytherin's feet smirking at Harry.

"So, this is what the Chamber of Secrets looks like," James mused. "You snake-charmer, you."

Harry nodded. "You shouldn't have gotten stuck with Ron, you missed a real adventure." He turned the page and the image changed, this time of a blinded Basilisk thrashing wildly as Fawkes the Phoenix flew in the air. "But what's important is this…" Harry said. With a tap of his wand the image changed again.

This time the handsome boy was holding Harry's wand. In the air he wrote TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE. With a swipe of his wand the fiery letters moved and rearranged themselves to spell out I AM LORD VOLDEMORT. "It was a name he made himself while he was at Hogwarts," Harry said. "You couldn't believe how shocked I was when I found out."

James sighed and pulled out the photo he stole. Staring at it he looked at the image in Harry's journal again and shook his head. "Damn it Tom," he cursed. "Why did he have to do that?"

Harry closed the book and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know… but don't worry about it. You have me."

"And that's all I need," James said placing the photo down. "Come on Harry, return the books and let's get to bed."

"Alright," Harry said. James watched as his little brother stood up and collected his journals, returning them into his trunk. He turned to James and climbed into bed with him. "Goodnight James," he said feeling safe being surrounded by his brother's muscles and heat as James brought him closer. They shared a chaste kiss and Harry buried his head into James' chest both boys falling asleep.

Seconds later, or so it seemed to Harry, he was awakened by what sounded like cannon fire as the door burst open. Sitting bolt upright, he heard the rasp of the curtains being pulled back: The dazzling sunlight seemed to poke him hard in both eyes. Shielding them with one hand, he groped hopelessly for his and James' glasses with the other.

"Wuzzgoinon?"

"We didn't know you guys were here already!" said a loud and excited voice, and James received a sharp blow to the top of the head.

"Ron, don't hit him!" said a girl's voice reproachfully.

Harry's hand found his glasses and he shoved them on, though the light was so bright he could hardly see anyway. A long, looming shadow quivered in front of him for a moment; he blinked and Ron Weasley came into focus, grinning down at him and James.

"All right?"

"Never been better," James said, rubbing the top of his head and slumping back onto his pillows, taking the glasses Harry handed to him. "You?"

"Not bad," Ron said, pulling over a cardboard box and sitting on it. "When did you two get here? Mum's only just told us!"

James looked at Harry. "One in the morning?" He said questioningly, Harry nodding his head in agreement.

"Were the Muggles all right? Did they treat you okay?"

"Same as usual," James said, as Hermione perched herself on the edge of their bed, "they didn't talk to us much, but we like it better that way. How're you, Hermione?"

"Oh, I'm fine," Hermione said, she was scrutinizing Harry and James as though they were sickening for something. He thought he knew what was behind this, as he had no wish to discuss Sirius's death or any other miserable subject at the moment, he said, "What's the time? Did we miss breakfast?"

"Don't worry about that," Mum's bringing you up a tray; she reckons you looked underfed Harry," Ron said, rolling his eyes." So what's been going on?"

"My brother stole my rations," Harry said automatically, "but other than that nothing."

"Come off it!" Ron said. "You've been off with Dumbledore!"

"It wasn't anything exciting," James shrugged. "He just wanted our help persuading this old teacher to come out of retirement."

"Oh… we thought…" Ron trailed off, looking disappointed.

"We thought it'd be something else," Hermione finished. She cleared her throat and said "So, er, what's he like?"

The boys looked at each other. "He has a walrus mustache and was very, very large… not in the good way," Harry said. "He used to be the Head of Slytherin. Reckon he might get his old job of that?"

"Hermione, what's the matter?" James asked.

She was watching them as though expecting strange symptoms to manifest themselves at any moment. She rearranged her features hastily in an unconvincing smile.

"No, of course not! So, um, did Slughorn seem like he'll be a good teacher?"

Ron leaned close to her and whispered loudly, "Twin thing, Fred and George did the same. You get used to it."

"It's not that Ron!" Hermione bit. "So guys?" she asked turning back to the twins.

"Dunno," Harry said. "He can't be worse than Umbridge, cane he?" He turned to his twin.

"Nobody can be worse than her," James said.

"I know someone who's worse than Umbridge," said a voice from the doorway. Ron's youngest sister slouched into the room, looking irritable. "Hi, Harry."

"What's up with you?" Ron asked.

"It's her," Ginny said, "She's driving me mad."

"What's she done now?" Hermione asked sympathetically.

"It's the way she talks to me—you'd think I was about three!"

Harry and James looked at each other confused and shocked. Harry leaned towards his brother and said "There's no way they're talking about Mrs. Weasley!"

"I know," James nodded. "I've never heard Hermione bad-mouthed any Weasleys before. But then I wonder who they're talking about."

"I don't know," Harry shrugged. "What other females are actually in here?"

"There's only three and two of them are in this room."

"But Mrs. Weasley—"

The bedroom door flew open again. A young woman was standing in the doorway, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless. She was tall and willowy with long blonde hair and appeared to emanate a faint, silvery glow. To complete this vision of perfection, she was carrying a heavily laden breakfast tray which Harry's and James' eyes immediately focused on.

"James," she said in a throaty voice. "Eet 'as been too long! And your 'ittle brother 'Arry's 'ere as well!"

As she swept over the threshold towards them, Mrs. Weasley was revealed, bobbing along in her wake, looking rather cross. "There was no need to bring up the ray. I was just about to do it myself!"

"Eet was no trouble," Fleur Delacour said, setting the tray across James' knees and then swooping to kiss both twins' cheeks. "I 'ave been longing to see 'im. You remember my seester, Gabrielle? She was in zee water with you brother. She never stops talking about James Potter. She will be delighted to see you again."

"Oh… is she here too?"

"No, no, silly boy," Fleur said with a tinkling laugh, "I mean next summer, when we—but do you not know?"

Her great blue eyes widen and she looked reproachfully at Mrs. Weasley, who said, "We hadn't got around to telling them yet."

Fleur turned back to the twins, swinging her silvery sheet of hair so that it whipped Mrs. Weasley across the face.

"Bill and I are going to be married!"

"Oh…" the boys said blankly. "Wow… congratulations," Harry finished.

She swooped down upon him and kissed him again.

"Bill is very busy at ze moment, working very 'ard, and I only work part-time at Gringotts for my Eenglish, so he brought me 'ere for a few days to get to know 'is family properly. I was so pleased to 'ear you two would be coming—zere isn't much to do 'ere unless you like cooking and chickens! Well—enjoy your breakfast, James!"

With these words she turned gracefully and seemed to float out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Mrs. Weasley made a noise that sounded like "tchah!"

"Mum hates her," Ginny said quietly.

"I do not hate her!" Mrs. Weasley said in a cross whisper. "I just think they've hurried into this engagement, that's all!"

"They've known each other a year," Ron said.

"That's not very long! I know why it's happened, of course. It's all because this uncertainty with You-Know-Who coming back, people think they might be dead tomorrow, so they're rushing all sorts of things they'd normally take time over. It was the same last time he was powerful, people eloping left, right, and center—"

"Like you and Dad," Ginny said.

"That was different, your father and I were made for each other, what was the point of waiting?" Mrs. Weasley said. "Whereas Bill and Fluer …well …what have they really got in common?"

Not wanting to be pulled into an argument the twins kept their heads down and started eating their eggs. Soon Mrs. Weasley left closing the door behind her. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione continued to talk, James looking up to input his thoughts here and there while Harry focused on his food. From the scraps he listened to, they were comparing Tonks to Fleur; Ginny really wanted Tonks as a sister-in-law instead of the Frenchwoman.

"Listen," Ron said, "no block in his right mind's going to fancy Tonks when Fleur's around. James, Harry am I right?"

Without missing a beat the twins just looked up at Ron and said "We're gay."

"Oh right…" Ron said awkwardly. "Forgot about that… you sure James you ain't like me?"

"Only boys Ron, only boys," James said.

"Can we get back on track," Ginny said. "I'd rather have Tonks in the family. At least she's a laugh, unlike Phlegm."

"She hasn't been much of a laugh lately," Ron said. "Every time I've seen her she's looked more like Moaning Myrtle."

"That's not fair," Hermione snapped. "She still hasn't got over what happened …you know … I mean, he was her cousin!"

Harry's heart sank. They had arrived at Sirius. He picked up a fork and began shoveling scrambled eggs into his mouth, hoping to deflect any invitations to join this part of the conversation. He'd let James handle it as he mentally shut down. He just stared at his eggs as he slowly ate them ignoring everyone around him. James noticed his brother changing and kept a hand on his inner thigh, holding on gently as he took over the conversation. Harry didn't realize the others were still talking until moments later. Ginny was gone, Hermione somehow got a black eye, and Ron and Hermione was leaving; allowing the boys to get dressed.

"Sorry," Harry said looking down at his lap.

"Wasn't much of a conversation anyway," James shrugged. Harry still looked down so James pushed the trays away and pulled Harry into a hug. "Hey, it's okay Harry… everyone's different when it comes to this… it's okay."

"I'm sorry," Harry said again resting his head on his brother's naked chest.

"Come on, don't be so sad," James said. "I'm here aren't I? We're never getting separated. Besides, by the looks of Hermione's scramble our O.W.L. results will be coming today."

Harry chuckled and looked up. "You just want to gloat when you get an 'O' in Potions."

"Of course I do," James said lifting Harry bridal style and standing up with ease. Harry wrapped his arms around his brother's neck. "What's the point of having a cute younger twin if you can't gloat at how much better I am then him?" he smirked.

"There's some other advantages," Harry said smirking. "You can use him as one of your weights when he locks yours in his chest… also there's a consistent source to help you in your Transfiguration homework. … Oh and let's not forget posing in those ridiculous outfits that he'll never wear outside."

"You look adorable in those," James smirked.

"They barely cover anything!"

"And that's what make them adorable little brother," James smirked. "Come on let's get dress."

Harry sighed and shook his head. "You really need to get a proper boyfriend."

James stopped and looked down at Harry. He had a slight frown. "Harry," he said seriously, "do you really think I need a boyfriend? Do you see me with another boy?"

Harry looked at him for a moment before frowning. He couldn't even begin to imagine his brother holding another boy. Or sleeping in the same bed with him. "No… I don't," he said.

"And I don't with you," James said. He let Harry stand on his own and bent down in front of his trunk pulling out jeans and a shirt. Harry did the same and looked at James. He frowned for a moment before undressing in front of his brother, both boys completely used to the other being naked. "What's the matter Harry? I know you're upset about something," James sighed.

"I can't help but think of him," Harry said pulling on his socks. "Sirius… it's just unreal. I still think that he's going to show up and say it's a horrible joke or something."

"Harry…"

"I know, I'm being stupid," Harry said. "But still I can't help but think about it whenever his name is mentioned… I think I loved him almost as I love you James."

James just smiled and said "I know… just take your time grieving. Damn what anyone else says. Now come on, chin up! Let's see how much you beat me at those O.W.L.s."

"Beat you?" Harry laughed. "James, you're so much better at Defense Against the Darks Arts and Potions than me."

"Says the boy who essentially created several pensieves in journals," James said. "And without a boring Ancient Runes class to boot!"

Harry blushed and stammered for a moment. James laughed and the two of them finished dressing. As they exited their room Harry, in a much better mood, turned to James and said "What exactly happened to Hermione?"

"Oh! Fred and George left a telescope here that Hermione picked up. When she squeezed it against her eye it gave her a black eye," James explained.

"Bet she didn't like that," Harry chuckled.

"No she did not," James smirked. "But I think she's more worried about the O.W.L. results more than a little black eye."

Harry smirked and sniggered with James as they went downstairs holding their breakfast trays. Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table in great agitation, while Mrs. Weasley tried to lessen her resemblance to half a panda.

"It just won't budge," Mrs. Weasley was saying anxiously, standing over Hermione with her wand in her hand and a copy of The Healer's Helpmate open at "Bruises, Cuts, and Abrasions." "This has always worked before, I just can't understand it."

"It'll be Fred and George's idea of a funny joke, making sure it can't come off," Ginny said.

"But it's got to come off!" Hermione squeaked. "I can't go around looking like this forever!"

"You won't dear, we'll find an antidote, don't worry," Mrs. Weasley said soothingly.

Harry turned to look at Ron who was leaning against a counter. Ron seemed taller, bigger. Harry knew that Ron and James worked out together since fourth year, something about not wanting to fall behind Krum or something, but where James's muscles were sculpted like a master artisan working with marble, Ron was developing a burly rugged look with huge forearms like his brother Charlie, barrel-chest with developing muscular pecs if he was like James; his arms and legs seemed a little bit hairier, his legs looking very defined as well. All in all Ron looked as if he had more similarity to both Bill and Charlie rather than the lanky twins like he used to have in third year. He filled out his clothes nicely, everything was comfortably tight on his body without looking sexual or constricting. Ron's talking snapped Harry out of his thoughts as he began to realize that he was staring at his friend, "Hermione, will you shut up, you're not the only one who's nervous!" Ron barked. "And when you've got your eleven 'Outstanding' O.W.L.s …"

"Don't, don't don't! Hermione said, flapping her hands hysterically. "I know I've failed everything!"

"What happens if you failed?" James asked.

"As if you would," Harry mumbled before Hermione answered.

"We discuss out options with out Head of House, I asked Professor McGonagall at the end of last term."

"At Beauxbatrons," Fleur said complacently, "we 'ad a different way of doing things. I think eet was better. We sat our examination after six years of study, not five, and then—"

Fleur's words were drowned in a scream. Hermione was pointing through the kitchen window. Four black specks were clearly visible in the sky, growing larger all the time.

"They're definitely owls," Ron said hoarsely, jumping up to join Hermione at the window.

"And there's four of them," James added as the twins joined her other side.

"One for each of us," Hermione said in a terrified whisper. "Oh no… oh no… oh no…"

She gripped both James and Ron tightly around the elbows. The owls were flying directly at the Burrow, four handsome tawnies, each of which, it became clear as they flew lower over the path leading up to the house, was carrying a large square envelope.

"Oh no!" Hermione squealed.

Mrs. Weasley squeezed past them and opened the kitchen window. One, two, three, four, the owls soared through it and landed on the table in a neat line. All four of them lifted their right legs.

The twins moved forward. The letters addressed to them were tied to the owls in the middle. Harry untied his with fumbling fingers as did James. Ron was trying to detach his own results; to his right Hermione's hand were shaking so much she was making her whole owl tremble.

Nobody in the kitchen spoke. At last, Harry managed to detach the envelope. He slit it open quickly and unfolded the parchment inside.

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

Pass Grades Fail Grades

OUTSTANDING (O) POOR (P)

EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS (E) DREADFUL (D)

ACCEPTABLE (A) TROLL (T)

Harry Fleamont Potter has achieved:

Astronomy A

Care of Magical Creatures E

Charms O

Defense Against the Dark Arts O

Divination D

Herbology E

History of Magic T

Potions E

Transfiguration O

Harry read the parchment through several times, his breathing becoming easier with each reading. It was brilliant; he passed the classes he really cared about! He knew he was going to fail Divination, and he was sleeping through the entire test for History of Magic because he was too busy studying for Transfiguration and looked what it got him! An 'Outstanding' in it! And in Charms! And it looked he did fine elsewhere as well. All in all Harry was quite please with himself, a thought passing through his mind that he should just devote an entire page of his journal to this.

He looked at James and without saying a word they swapped papers.

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

Pass Grades Fail Grades

OUTSTANDING (O) POOR (P)

EXCEEDS EXPECTATIONS (E) DREADFUL (D)

ACCEPTABLE (A) TROLL (T)

James Sirius Potter has achieved:

Astronomy A

Care of Magical Creatures E

Charms E

Defense Against the Dark Arts O

Divination T

Herbology O

History of Magic D

Potions O

Transfiguration E

Harry looked at James and asked "How did you get a 'D' in History of Magic?"

"Saw you sleeping and thought it was a good idea," James shrugged before looking at Harry's paper again. A huge smile developed on his face and he reached out to scuffle Harry's hair. "Three 'Outstandings!' I knew you could do it Harry!" He grinned.

"Thanks," Harry smiled, his chest swelling with pride at his brother's remark. "You did great too! Though I beat you in Divination."

"Ha! Well I was too busy staring at a cute boy the entire time," James smirked.

The twins looked around. Hermione had her back to them and her head bent, but Ron was looking delighted.

"Only failed Divination and History of Magic, and who cares about them?" he said happily to Harry. "Here—swap—"

Harry glanced down at Ron's grades: There were no 'Outstandings' there…

"Hang on… your middle name's Fleamont?" Ron said, his lips curled in a snigger.

Harry's cheeks redden and said "Since James's middle name was … our godfather's, Mum wanted mine to be my dad's dad. At least that's what Remus told us."

"Oh… strange name," Ron commented before looking at Harry's grades. "Knew you'd be top at Defense Against the Dark Arts," he grinned. "But Charms and Transfiguration? How did you get those? You barely do as much work as I do! Congrats!"

"Thanks Ron," Harry smiled as Ron took James's and gave Harry his back.

"Well done!" Mrs. Weasley said proudly, ruffling Ron's hair. "Seven O.W.L.s, that's more than Fred and George got together!"

"Hermione," Ginny said tentatively, for Hermione still hadn't turned around. "How did you do?"

"I—not bad," Hermione said in a small voice.

"Oh, come off it," Ron said, striding over to her and whipping her results out of her hand. "Yep—ten 'Outstandings' and one 'Exceeds Expectations' at Defense Against the Dark Arts." He looked down at her, half-amused, half-exasperated. "You're actually disappointed, aren't you?"

Hermione shook her head, but the twins laughed.

"Well, we're N.E.W.T. students now," Ron grinned. "Mum, are there any more sausages?"

Harry looked back down at his results, extremely pleased with himself. "You did good Harry," James breathed into his ear. Harry nodded and looked up at James. "So did you."

"Well, since we did so good I think that means we should treat ourselves," James smirked. "Or that I should treat the both of us. How about the next time we're at Diagon Alley we go to our favorite place?"

"Okay," Harry nodded. "But if you try to buy me that outfit again, I swear—"

"What?" James laughed. "A joke! It was a joke! Like I would want you to become my little sister, that is such a turn off Harry."

"Pervert," Harry grumbled.

"Well this pervert is going to be exercising with Ron in a bit in our rooms," James said. "I'm guessing you want to commit this to your journal before he comes up?"

"Yes please," Harry nodded.

"Come on," James said. He looked at Ron and said, "Come up in ten minutes, alright?"

"Of course!" Ron said, his mouth half-full of food.

"If only he liked only boys than his nasty manners would go away," James sighed causing Harry to chuckle as they climbed the stairs into their room. They made their way to their trunks and opened them. "Where did you put my weights?" James asked.

"Corner bottom," Harry said pulling out all six journals again. Opening the latest one he again pressed his wand against the temple of his wand and slowly pulled away, the memory moving with the wand. He'd let the memory fall into the journal and two pages glowed briefly before showing both Harry's and James's O.W.L. results. He turned to James who had just finished pulling out two hundred pound dumbbells. "You know, you're really good at Transfiguration and Charms Harry," James said pulling out a strange weight. "Why don't you tell Ron and Hermione?"

"I just… um…" Harry said adverting James' eyes as he packed his journals away. "It's embarrassing… I don't want to be known as the male Hermione."

"Trust me, you're way better than a male Hermione Harry," James said as he finished pulling out all of his weights. He smiled and looked to his brother. "Would you please return them to a normal size?" he asked.

"Alright one second," Harry said. He pointed his wand at the weights and muttered "Engorgio." The weights swelled to their original size which caused James to smirk. "Great, can't wait to beat Ron's record with these," he said. "You wanna watch Harry?"

"Why not?" Harry shrugged. "You know I always watch you do this anyways… not that I have much of a choice." He finished with a knowing look.

"You're free to go little brother. But just know that I'll find you in two minutes and bring you back with me," James said matching Harry's look.

Harry smiled and walked up to James. "We're always attached at the hips, right?"

"Best place to be," James breathed. They stared at each other for a moment before James breathing, "We're definitely going to our place."

"Counting on it," Harry said. He leaned to kiss James' cheek only to move cheekily away at the last moment.

Ron came in a moment later and Harry relaxed in a comfortable position as both boys took off their shirts and jeans leaving them only in their boxers, a male bonding ritual according to James and Ron, and proceeded to get very sweaty with their weight-lifting and competing. Harry moved to open a window half an hour in and smiled to himself as he continued to watch the two go at it. A feat of testosterone-filled masculinity happening in front of Harry as the two teenagers worked at developing and perfecting their bodies. A strange erotic ritual that became habitual for James and Ron and here Harry is to stare at the muscles and watch the sweat moisten their bodies for some lucky boy who falls in love with them. Yet during this ritual Harry's eyes began to wander, falling to the bed where he and James slept in. On James's side was a photo, the photo, of Tom Riddle. And as much as he hated to admit it, Harry couldn't help but admit that he could understand why such a boy would draw James towards him as Harry fell for those hypnotic eyes.

A/N: Second chapter down and it looks like both boys are hiding something from their friends. Thanks for all the reviews and follows/favorites I hope you all will enjoy this story to it's end as next time we'll see Harry's and James' favorite place and we'll meet some old friends.

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