AN: Starting this chapter I'm having James II be James and James I be Prongs. Deal?

James II inspected his new dormitory critically. Everything was dirty. It wasn't that he was a neat freak like Lily or anything, he just wasn't into complete chaos. "This, is terrible." He muttered, glaring at the mess of discarded wrappers, torn magazines, and clothes that smelled just awful.

"Hey Evans, got any stuff?" Sirius asked as he walked into the room.

"Why can't you just call me James? I mean, you call him Prongs right?" James II complained.

They seemed to contemplate this for a moment before nodding. "Fine James, oh stealer of my name." Prongs said with a grin. James wished he could just have them call him his animagus name. Too bad it was the same as his grandfather's. Victoire was the first to become an animagus for Teddy. She was a lynx they called Silverstreak. James had demanded to do the same, and had found himself in the form of a stag, although smaller than the creature Prongs was, he had seen his Dad's patronus, he was still donned the same nickname. Fred and Roxanne were both coyotes, Slick and Sleek. They were all very proud of the accomplishment, even if they already had the steps laid out before them.

"So then, new James, what school are you from?" asked Remus. James quickly scanned his brain. Hadn't his Mom played Quidditch abroad near a wizarding school in North America?

"Dusklewik, it's in Oregon." James explained.

"Where the hell is Oureegoon?" Sirius said.

"America." James replied, not bothering to correct the horrid pronunciation.

"You don't sound American." Peter accused.

"I was brought up in England. Didn't move until I was ten. Plus my parents are British."

"I've never heard of Dusklewik." mused Remus. "Who's the Headmaster?"

"Uh, this guy names Aslan Narnia." James prayed none of them were familiar with muggle literature. "It's a pretty obscure school, very earthy, we had a lot of vampires and werewolves in both the staff and student population." James said, hoping this bogus fact would make Remus more comfortable with him.

"They allowed that?" Remus asked as if on cue. James grinned inwardly and prepared his flawless acting.

"What you got something against werewolves Lupin? Because my best mate is werewolf. If you have a problem with them you have a problem with me too." This was partly true. His best mate was a werewolf, and he did have a problem with anyone against werewolves. He did however know that Remus did not have any issues with werewolves apart from the fact he was one.

"N-no." Remus stammered in shock. "I was just interested-"

"Good." James said with a large smile. "We'll get along just brilliantly then." he turned to grin at the other boys. Sirius was a bit wide eyes, but Prongs seemed completely dazed, just sort of gazing at him.

"You do look a lot like Evans..."

James groaned. "Will you just shut up about that already?"

"What you think she's ugly? You got a problem being compared to her?" Sirius said in a similar tone to the one James used when defending werewolves. He had the feeling that if Prongs wasn't still completely zoned out he would have said the same thing.

"No, of course not, she's a lovely girl. I'm just always told I look just like my Grandma, who happens to look tons like Lily." Yeah, loads like her. "I thought coming here I would escape that, but apparently I'm still being compared to a girl."

"So you're best friend is a werewolf?" Remus asked, bringing back the topic as subtly as he could manage.

"Yeah, I'm the founding member of the Lycanthropes Underage Prejudice Is Nutso."

"That acronym makes no sense." Sirius complained.

"Well we were going to make it Underage Lycanthrope, but that would destroy the point. L.U.P.I.N. members were all strongly against changing it." James cursed himself for letting slip the pact that there werewolf support group was called Lupin, why hadn't he just made something up?

"Your group is called Lupin?" Prongs asked. God damn it! Why did he have to start paying attention now?

"Uh, yeah, my friend is named Teddy Lupin. Pretty coincidental huh? Heh heh heh." James covered weakly.

"Very." Remus said, starting to look a bit off color.

"So... I'm going to hit the hay then." James muttered.

"Okay..." The other four boys said in unison.

James closed his curtains, the locked them for good measure. He changed quietly before enfolding himself in the familiar red sheets and falling into an easy sleep.

"You know I love you." whispered a tall boy with a shock of light blue hair. The girl curled into his arms grinned happily.

"Oh Teddy." she sighed, long blonde hair cascading over her far to beautiful shoulders. "I feel the same." She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips carefully to his.

The two were so absorbed in eachother they didn't notice the younger boy with dark red hair watching from around the corner, tears dripping down his face.

James woke in the morning with a longing for sleep. He looked around the well known picture of a red four poster. He had had the dream again last night, he'd had it every night. The thing just wouldn't leave him alone would it?

"Hey! James, get up, we have class."

Where did he know that voice from? James unlocked his curtains. Peering out he was met by a pair of hazel eyes and square glasses. Ah yes, he had been transported back in time. Now that was just brilliant.

"Goodmorning, Prongs." he muttered, yawning loudly. James then closed the curtains, grabbed his robes, and went to take a shower.

The water felt indescribably good, helping him clear his head for a moment, long enough to forget that stupid dream.

By the time he was out of the shower the others had already gone down to breakfast.

"Brilliant, I'm already an outcast." he sighed.

The great hall buzzed with the latest rumors, gossip he was used to after five years. He even heard a few crazy rumors of where he himself, the mysterious other James Potter, had come from.

"Hey James! Come sit over here." Lily motioned him over to the bench beside her, a very kind smile working it way into her eyes.

"Thanks Lily." he said.

"Oh, it's no big deal, besides you seem nice." she said.

"Or you are nice and I just look like you."

Lily laughed. "That too."

She made very nice breakfast company, and apparently they were to share their first class together, Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The teacher was a man in his late thirties with prematurely gray hair and a few to many slices of toast on his bones. When they entered he smiled wearily at each of them. Lily pulled James to the front of the classroom where they grabbed an empty table.

"Where's your friend Alice today?" James asked her, remembering that he hadn't seen her at breakfast.

"Her and Frank snuck off for the day." whispered Lily. James smiled, he liked the idea of one of his favorite professors parents young and in love.

"That's nice." he sighed.

"You are ridiculous." Lily said.

"What? Why?"

"I don't know, most boys would have laughed, or maybe gagged, but you just say that's nice?"

James shrugged, it was sweet.

"Attention class!" called the professor. "Today we will be learning about patronuses."

"Oh, that's just wonderful." James muttered. His Dad had taught him to form a patronus before he'd even started at Hogwarts.

The class did prove to be exceedingly borsome. Almost the entire lesson was spent discussing the theory of patronuses before they finally got around to trying to produce them.

"Everyone form a line." the professor warbled.

He went through them all one by one, asking for a patronus. He didn't seem at all surprised when no one managed to create anything but a puff of smoke.

"Expecto Patronum." Lily tried. A ghostly shadow slipped out of her wands end. Everyone in the room oohed appreciatively.

"Mr. Potter, would you mind."

James smiled. "Expecto Patromun!" A silver stag jumped into the air, it's broad antlers and huge flank filling the room and causing some kids to fall over in shock. The stag cantered around the room, looking for a foe, before disappearing into the air.

Cheers erupted amongst the students, but even over the noise James still heard a certain Sirius Black mutter, "Holy shit that was Prongs!"

AN: I'm terrible at this :O, sorry this chapter kind of sucked. Still, review :) Oh and I live in Oregon, and no one can ever say it right! Unless you're an Oregonian of course. It's Or-e-gin get it right!