The room was filled with tense silence as Harrys wand was pointed at James's chest. Harry was trying his best to figure out exactly what was going on. He had just had a dream about Voldemort and Wormtail killing a muggle and was now faced with a stranger walking around in his bedroom. And his scar hurt, madly.
"Harry, let me explain" James started, but was interrupted by Harry before he could continue.
"Did he send you?" Harry asked in a cold and calculated voice, not one James would expect from a surprised teenager.
"He who?" James asked a bit confused "no one sent me here".
Harry didn't seem to believe him one bit, and rage overcame his actions. "yeah right" he muttered to himself before he angry shouted. "Voldemort, Wormtail or some other rotten bastard of course. Why else would a clone of myself be standing in my bedroom in the middle of the night, my room redecorated, why the fuck is there a bunkbed here? Nothing is where I left it last night!" and then he lunged for James. He pulled him by his collar so they both fell on the floor where he proceeded to punch him everywhere he could hit. James struggled to stop Harry and protect himself form the surprising strong hits without causing any harm. The moment Harrys fist hit his nose though, making the blood flow from his nose the fight turned real. James lunged forward with force that made Harry fall backwards hitting his head in the wall. Both of them fell to the floor bleeding.
Suddenly, a big white light evolved around them and both passed out.
When James finally woke up the early morning light was shining through the curtains and he had a massive headache banging right behind his eyes. With a groan he hoisted himself into sitting position on the floor. Over by the bunkbed he saw that Harry already was awake and were resting his back against the bed and head between his knees.
James's head was swirling with new memories, memories of a childhood grooving up in privet drive as Harrys twin brother. He remembered them sharing a little cupboard till they got their Hogwarts-letter, and all their crazy adventures at Hogwarts.
"Holy shit" James exclaimed again, for loss of better word.
Harry looked over at him, giving him a scratching look. He seemed unsure of what to make of it.
"Who exactly are you?" he finally asked.
James felt himself shift uncomfortable, uncertain on how to explain. "I know this will sound absolutely crazy…. But I am James, your father… I did some questionable magic to protect you right before I died. Didn't know that THIS would be the outcome…"
James released that Harry were about to hex him again, and he quickly ran to safety behind the big cabinet. "don't hex me!" he nearly shouted. "I'm unarmed, at least hear me out first" he pleaded.
"do you also have memories?" James asked curiously.
"yeah, two set of them… have you messed with my head?" Harry inquired.
"NO! I think it is because of the spells"
Harry responded with lifting his wand higher in James's face, with the hex on the tip of his tongue.
"Nononono, don't hex me!" James shouted again, holding his hands over his head "I'm sorry, that came out wrong, but I am James Potter, your father. I and Lily used some dark forgotten magic, if the ministry knew about it I believe they would classify it as dark. My last memory before this was Voldemort killing me that night"
A long silence filled the room, Harry didn't seem one bit convinced.
"I know it sounds crazy, but it is the truth" James pleaded.
"can you prove it?"
"No.."
Harry seemed to be thinking over something and with a unsecure voice ha said "What animal is your Animagus, and what were the last words you said to Mum?"
James was silent, thinking it over "I'm a stag, and the last ting I said to Lily, I believe was 'He's here, take Harry and run, I'll hold him back'" he said.
"Well… Holy shit!" Harry exclaimed loudly.
There was a load banging from the hallway before Uncle Vernon's loud and angry shouting could be heard. Soon there was a sharp knock on the door and his looming voice roamed.
"WHAT ARE YOU BOYS UP TO? BE QUEIT AND COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST! YOU'VE GOT CHORES!"
Harry and James shared a resigned look before both of them straighted themselves up to open the door. James felt confused as this was a new experience, but at the same time an old and annoying occurrence. Harry seemed to be struggling with the same sensations as he glanced at James.
"Shall we sort it out after breakfast? Uncle Vernon will have a fit if we're not down in five" James said, not being able to keep the venom out of his voice at the word uncle. New feelings to his new memories were consuming him.
James noticed that his hands were bloody, and that Harrys neck was bloody.
"Clean yourself up" they told each other at the same.
Thank you all for kind rewievs:
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Guest: Thank you very much, I'm glad you liked it. For your questions about pairing, I have few ideas for James, not sure about Harry, but I have some ideas as well. I will NOT make a James/Harry pairing. I will never write anything that promotes incest in a good light, even if it just is a Harry Potter fanfic. Not judging if you like that pairing, but I ain't able too nor do I want to write it. As for the emancipated thing, we don't have the law book of the wizarding world, and I imagen Sirius would have pointed it out for Harry if it was.
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