Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or world of J K Rowling. I just wanted to put my own spin on things.

Author's Note: I haven't actually seen a Harry/Harry fic,.. ever which is so strange. I looked online, been in message boards and such and everyone I've come across says its not like brother/brother but more like.

Sorry this chapter took so long. I wanted to show a perspective from both the past and future Harry. This is what I was able to come up with. Hope you all like. Please review.

And thanks to all of you that have left reviews, favorites and followed this story. It really is a motivation to continue writing.

Chapter 2

Harry and Harry

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Soon after leaving the dungeons, and entering the large wooden doors of the great hall. Harry noticed the hall to be full of year six and seven students. All preparing for their O.W.L's and N.E.W.T's. This meant that classes were still in effect, for the students in the great hall got away from the busy bustle, to study here in peace.

Harry wasn't sure as to the date. All he knew is that he had to make sure that he wasn't spotted outside of classes. Detentions he could handle, but that would only waist time. Worst scenario would be if he was sent back to his class and met himself there. Being in third year and all, he didn't have any free classes. So he decided that his best bet would be to go back to the Gryffindor common room, and assess were to go from there.

Waiting at the base of the changing staircases, Harry watched as students and teachers went about their daily activities. When the moment was right he stepped onto the first stair, reached the top and waited for it to change. The one problem he had was he forgot his invisibility cloak back in his time. This meant that he had to borrow his and hope his other self wouldn't notice.

Eventually he reached the entrance to the Gryffindor common room and waited. He couldn't remember the password for it changed every week due to Neville's parchment blunder. Sir Nicholas would have been easy to manipulate to get inside. However the newly restored Fat Lady would be a different story.

Worrying that his luck had run out, suddenly the large frame of the Fat Lady opened wide. Harry was surprised to see Fred, without George. Why he was alone Harry wasn't sure. However he saw his chance to get in the common room and took it.

"Fred", Harry half shouted. He was so relieved that Fred was the one he was talking to.

"Harry?" Fred's brows disappeared into his mass of red hair. "What are you doing out of class?" he inquired.

"Oh umm", he mumbled.

"Got another detention?" Fred smirked. "What did you do this time?"

Harry had to be quick to make up a story. He knew it had to be good, because Fred would pick up on the lie quicker than anybody. The Weasley twins were notorious truth benders.

"Um no" Said Harry. "I forgot my book in Snape's class. He sent me back here, along with twenty house points taken and detentions for a week."

"Young innocent Harry", Fred cued. "Snape has always been a git. Don't let him get to you. George and I have something fun planned for an end of year gift to our Potions master".

Before Fred could leave, Harry asked. "Fred. I ah, forgot our password. What is it?"

Fred's eye's squinted at Harry. "Forgot again? It's easy. Quid Agis", he chuckled. With that he proceeded down the stairs and eventually out of site.

Harry then turned and walked over to the Fat Lady. She peered suspiciously down at Harry. Then opened her mouth to begin to speak, but Harry cut in with the password.

"Quid Agis" he said.

The Fat Lady nodded but did not open. "I'm fine thank you." she replied.

"Sorry?" Harry asked.

She smiled smugly at Harry. "You asked how I was, and I told you I'm fine".

Harry was worried now. Did Fred just give him the wrong password on purpose?

"I said the right password didn't I?" He asked.

"You did" she nodded in reply.

"Can I go in then?" Harry said impatiently.

"Of course you can. No need to get snippy." the Fat Lady said frowning at Harry.

"Sorry" He apologized. "I'm just in a hurry" he said as she opened up and Harry went inside.

"Now" Harry said to himself, "Time to find that invisibility cloak".

Luck again was with Harry, as his other self left the cloak in his trunk near his four-poster bed. He drew it up and over his head as he went back to the common room to check the bulletin to see what day it was. It would give him an idea on how long he had. If he wasn't carful, his plan could change the outcome of Sirius's escape.

Harry skimmed the board and eyes widening, he looked in disbelief at the date. Somehow, he had traveled back a month and a half before the incident with his godfather. Harry was unsure how it happened. He did not remember counting that many days. Then again it did glow, so that could explain why he jumped so far in the past.

Though the prospect that something had gone wrong with the time turner troubled him, he could not contain his glee. He had more than enough time to do what he wanted and get back to his own time without an issue, hopefully. Cloak in hand, his only goal now was to find himself.

Today was Monday and Harry was not in Potions like he told Fred, but currently in Defence Against the Dark Arts with Professor Lupin. Or at least the other Harry was. This was going to be tricky. He had to make sure nothing that happened would screw up or change something in this Harry's future.

So he waited outside the D.A.D.A classroom for his other self. When the door opened and students finally began to appear, Harry was met with a weird mirror reflection. It was a strange thing to see yourself moving about. He had seen pictures of himself and his friends moving within the frame. However to know that he was just mere feet away from his past self, made this all that more real. The problem on how to get Hermione and Ron away from him was going to be a problem. He couldn't remember a moment that he was really ever alone. Especially so close to the school year's end.

Harry followed the trio about the school. Seeing that it was the end of the fifth period, he remembered that Hermione always wanted to check things out in the library. Ron normally fell asleep and he would go over his notes from the class to keep himself occupied. So making sure his feet were hidden beneath the cloak and that he didn't bump into anyone, he sure enough followed them into the Library. Hermione made her way to her favorite nook and began pulling books from the shelves that had markers in them from the last place she had read. Ron sure enough put his head in his folded arms and was snoozing soon after. He watched the other Harry pull out some slips of parchment and begin to go over what he had written in them.

He waited for a chance, for some kind of opportunity that would give him a chance to get the other Harry alone. So he stood there and as if watching a movie of his past, reliving the conversation before him.

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Past Harry (perspective)

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Hermione slammed a large book in front of Harry. Who by now was so used to her doing this, that he hardly reacted.

"There must be some way!" She almost shouted at him.

"Shhhh" came the voice and glare of Pince the librarian.

Hermione sat down, leaned forward and began to continue in hushed tones. Harry gave up reading his notes, and knew that this wasn't going to be a quick conversation.

"I can't accept that Buckbeak is going to be killed. He just can't be. It would completely devastate Hagrid" she said furiously. "I've found a book here that states. That if no serious injury was sustained during the attack, that further investigation will be needed."

"Her-mi-o-ne, please" Ron grumbled. "We've been through this. Draco's father bribed the council. That and Hagrid wasn't able to understand what you gave him." he sighed.

"He's not an IDIOT RONALD" Hermione half shouted.

Ron rolled his eyes and put his head back in his arms, clearly bored of the conversation. He had helped the best he could, but was extremely disappointed that regardless of the hard work he put in to helping collect facts for the trial. There was nothing they were able to do for Hagrid's inability to publically speak under pressure.

"Hermione" Harry calmly interjected. "Ron never said that Hagrid is an idiot. The trial is over, there's nothing more we can do."

Hermione shook her head back and forth as tears began to fill her eyes.

"We can be there for him", she replied with a sniff.

"Yeah we can. That is the least we can do" Harry said as he reached over to Hermione and squeezed her hand. This action reduced her to tears.

Ron's head came up as he looked at the blubbering wreck that was Hermione and frowned. It had become common place for her to break down at the mere mention of Hagrid and Buckbeak. He wanted to say something.

"So this essay" he said as he pulled out his parchment for Potions class. "I don't understand any of it."

Hermione moved away from Harry and frowned at Ron. The change of topic was welcomed but Ron's intentions were all too clear.

"Let me see that" she said, as she snatched the parchment away from him. "See, this is where you've mixed up Snape's notes." She said pointing at his jumbled up words. "That and Ron, your writing is horrible" she shot at him.

Ron shrugged and moved closer to Hermione to better understand what she was putting down on the new parchment she had pulled from her sack. Ron watched as she re-worded his sentences and explained where he had gone wrong.

Harry made to stand up and slinging his school pack with his books, parchment and quill inside, over his shoulder. He turned to Ron and Hermione.

"I'm off to the loo" he said motioning out the door.

"Will the two of you be here when I get back?" He asked.

Hermione nodded in reply without looking up as she answered. "Yes Harry. I think this is going to take longer that I thought it would."

With that Harry turned and left the library and headed for the school washrooms.

Harry found himself alone in the washroom once he arrived there. This wasn't unusual, for this washroom was so out of the way, that it was hardly used by students or staff. Even the school ghosts hardly ventured through the walls.

He went to one of the standing wall urinals, unzipped his pants emptying his bladder. He sighed to himself as the conversation in the library still spun about his head. He felt horrible for Hagrid and wasn't sure how to help Hermione with her feelings. She was so moody lately and he was unsure as to why or how to help her.

Finishing off he zipped back up and walked over to the sink. Washing his hands and then letting them air dry, Harry watched as the soap from the running water began to swirl about the basin, then down to the blackness of the drain. Lifting his head he stared into the mirror before him. Taking off his glasses her placed his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose and squeezed, trying to shake off a headache that threatened him since this morning.

Suddenly there was a sound behind him. Harry squinted in his reflection, but without his glasses he wasn't able to make out anything or anyone behind him. He quickly fumbled with his glasses as he hurriedly put them on, straightened up and spun around. He had expected Ron or maybe another student, but was met with something that shocked him and made his blood run cold.

Before him was not, Ron, nor another student. The person that was before him was another him, another Harry.

Harry stood still, unsure what to do. Was this a trick? Was he actually sleeping in the library and dreaming this right now? His dreams have been this vivid before in the past.

No. This was different. The Harry before him not only looked like him, but he felt a strange familiarity about him.

Memories from the year before, about Tom and the diary came to him. But that was a memory, a caporal memory of Riddle when he was young. There was no way that he had one of himself.

Maybe polyjuice potion, yes that was possible. Yet the person in front of him had to be a damn good actor. For even the way the other Harry held himself, the way he breathed, the way his mouth just now turned up into his half smirk. It was all the same. So impossibly the same.

Then the Harry before him stepped forward. His bright green, Harry's eyes, his mother's eyes, looked at him from across the room.

Harry put his hand in his pocket and readied himself if the Harry in front of him made an aggressive move.

Then the Harry before him spoke.

"Hello Harry Potter"

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