"We would've seen him already then!" "Oh no, I am not sticking around with two Jameses!" Nevertheless, both still rushed to Fleamont's side.

"Whoa," James said. He looked at Harry as well. "How?"

Harry shrugged. "I honestly don't know; I don't remember anything before waking up in that shop."

Fleamont frowned. "Euphemia," he called.

Within a few moments, she strolled into the room with a puzzled expression before it melted into a smile upon seeing Harry. "Hello dear, everything feel alright?" she questioned.

Harry nodded wordlessly. Fleamont pointed her to the box and Sirius and James backed away to give her space.

Euphemia raised an eyebrow. "Oh?" she asked. "But we're the last of the Potters, last I checked."

"The magic does not lie," Fleamont sighed. "And as head, I must take him in." He looked at Harry. "Do you really not remember anything?"

"No," Harry said. "Just waking up with a huge headache."

"Huh. In any case, welcome to the ancestral home of the Potters," Fleamont formally declared.

"So," James said. "This means Harry's a brother now?"

"Yes," Euphemia smiled. "I get three boys now!" She gathered all three into a hug, ignoring the protests.

In the hallway after Fleamont had shooed them out with the exception of his wife and Harry, citing more complicated matters, James and Sirius started walking back to James' room.

"James, he actually looks like your brother though," Sirius said, after a glance at James.

He nodded, deep in thought. "And his eyes, they're like Lily's but darker."

"Your obsession with her is showing, James. Green eyes aren't exclusive to Lily!"

James lightly shoved the offending boy. "Shut up. It's not an obsession! It just feels familiar, you know?"

Sirius nodded after the chuckling died down. "Yeah, I felt that as well, it's like I know him from somewhere, but at the same time, I know I've never seen him."

"Oh well. D'you reckon we can use him to help our pranks?"

"That is the best idea you've come up with all day!" Sirius beamed.

"It came out of my mouth, of course it's the best idea of today," James quipped. They stepped into James' room and eagerly began planning.

Fleamont sat down again and surveyed him. "Have you finished your education yet?"

Harry tilted his head, trying to remember. He winced a bit as a faint ache returned, but he said, "I'm not sure. I mean, I know how to use magic, but I don't remember learning it."

Fleamont hummed, tapping his fingers on the desk. "It seems convenient how you cannot remember anything concerning your origins, doesn't it?"

Harry frowned. Before he could reply though, Euphemia, who had been enchanting a ring in an armchair, interrupted. "Oh hush 'Monty. You've said it yourself, the magic doesn't lie. If he meant us harm, your device would've told us so."

He very maturely stuck out his tongue. "But then that raises the matter of who his parents are."

At this, Harry's vision slanted sideways as visions of floating, brightly colored orbs controlled by a smiling man with a wand appeared before his eyes. "James. Lily. Parents." A voice whispered. Lily who? Someone shook Harry's shoulders none too gently, jerking him back to the present. Euphemia was in front of him, hands on his shoulders and Harry could see a concerned Fleamont half-standing behind his desk. Words echoed in his head. 'So, why do you look so much like me?' A revelation rocked his world. James.

"James," he breathed. Harry looked up at a very concerned Euphemia with wide eyes. "James is my father."

"But he's only sixteen! How-" Fleamont glanced at a small top on his desk. It didn't show any sign of movement. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth before he was drowned out by Euphemia's screech. She was staring at the motionless top.

"Where has that boy been putting his wand?!" She stormed out the door before either male could stop her.

"-You're a time traveler." Fleamont concluded. "It makes sense; it's been long speculated that magic could even bend time to its will. Amnesia and headaches, if you were going back in time, were also hypothesized, as you would be remembering things that didn't happen yet."

Harry nodded in understanding, wide-eyed. "No one else can know, then. People would try to use me if word got out."

They sank into their respective chairs, pondering the breakthrough. Squeals and protests echoed from down the hall, and Fleamont broke out of his trance, chuckling. "Here comes James."

Harry smirked. "And a lot of explaining."

The door flew open, and Euphemia, ears practically steaming, pulled James in by the ear.

Harry looked pointedly at Fleamont and sat back. Catching Harry's look, he cleared his throat. "Uh, look, Euphie, let go of his ear and I'll explain," he placated her. She let go, but didn't lessen the glare at James.

"Ow, ow, ow," James groaned. He massaged his tender ear.

Fleamont looked vaguely amused. "Harry here is a time traveler. That's how James can be his father."

"Oh," Euphemia sheepishly said.

"Hold on," James interjected. "I'm his what?"

"Father," Fleamont sighed.

James forgot all about his reddened ear and stared at Harry. "That's why you looked so much like me!" Harry nodded. James's mouth dropped open. "Your eyes! That means…"

"Lily." Harry finished for him.

"YES!" James cheered, looking like his birthday had come early. Then he sobered, his raised hands dropping to his sides. "But she hates me!"

Harry looked utterly unaffected. "Sounds like a personal problem," he said.

"Aren't you supposed to be concerned about your existence right now?" James questioned. "If we don't get together, you'll never be born!"

"You must've done something right," Harry shrugged.

Fleamont tapped his chin, obviously in deep thought. "We'll have to get you into Hogwarts, in order to blend in. A sixteen year old that pops up out of nowhere and not in school will attract unwanted attention, not to mention the fact that you're a Potter as well."

"But a sixteen year old Potter popping out of nowhere in a school is also suspicious," Euphemia said, sitting down in her previously vacated chair. She picked up the ring and began prodding it with her wand.

"Well, we can just say we recently adopted him," James suddenly said. "His parents died and we took him in. Harry would still be a Potter, and no one would question it." The other three occupants in the room looked at him.

"That is a good idea," Harry agreed. "We could also say that I came from a foreign country and that's why I just showed up."

Fleamont made eye contact with his wife, seemingly having a silent conversation, before reaching a conclusion. He took a deep breath. "Very well. I shall contact Dumbledore," he said. "And James, only speak of this on a need-to-know basis. You may tell Sirius, but only because he has already heard too much. The less people that know about Harry's origins, the better. Word will eventually reach the Ministry, and the Unspeakables will undoubtedly want to experiment."

James frowned. "I won't like lying to Peter and Remus, but," he smirked at Harry. "Anything for my son."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm not even conceived yet, your son doesn't exist."

Fleamont drew out a sheet of parchment and a quill. "Quiet, both of you. I don't want to slip up and give Dumbledore any ideas."