I'm kind of making this up as I go along so feel free to give me some ideas because I really don't know where this story is going.

Chapter 3

James's POV

How the hell did I get stuck in an "alternate universe" (okay, yeah sure. I believe that. *cough cough* sarcasm *cough cough*) with my deatheater son and everyone looking at me like I'm the criminal. How did I get stuck in this? James thought, groaning mentally. But oh gosh, he looks so much like him, like the old harry. The one who loved quidditch and befriended Luna, despite that others argued that she was starnge, because he didn't care that she acted like she did, only that she was one of the kindest people in the world. The one who just loved being happy and could make anyone smile. He seems so much like my Harry. His heart clenched as it always did when he thought about his son. Why? Why did he have to change? Was it my fault? Could I have stopped it? Damn he looks so much like him! He let out a frustrated sigh and Harry the deatheater (He's not the same person anymore. He's not my Harry) turned to him raising an eyebrow.

"What?" James spat.

The deatheater threw his hands up in surrender. "Whatever."

James glared at him.

Harry's POV

Someone's got some issues, was Harry's first thought. At least he doesn't have everyone telling him he's a psychotic deatheater like I did. Harry sighed. Calm down. Don't lose your temper. It won't do you any good.

He took a pinch of floo powder and handed the flower pot to James. "Uh, see you in a minute I guess." And with that he stepped into the fire place and disappeared in the green flames after announcing "Number 12 Grimmauld Place"

He stepped out of the fireplace at what had been his, along with Neville's (It'd been difficult for him to escape from the grasp of his Grandmother. She meant well, but in the past four years it had become obvious that he was better off without the criticism she often attacked him with. She did it to try and make him better but the lack of confidence it gave him only made things worse.) home for the past two years.

Towards the end of July though Professor McGonagall had offered Neville a job teaching herbology at Hogwarts due to Professor Sprout's retirement. He'd been staying at Hogwarts and would not return for the next two and a half months. Unfortunately that left Harry alone…with James. This won't end badly at all. Harry though sarcastically.

James stepped out of the fireplace a few moments after him. For a few moments they just stood there awkwardly. "Well I guess I should show you to your room." Harry said breaking the silence.

James nodded but didn't respond. Harry knew he still didn't believe him and he wasn't sure he ever really would.

Why did I really have to go to an alternate universe? Why couldn't it have just been a dream, because this really isn't going to go well. Why me?

It'd been a long time since he'd had to ask himself that question but now it just kept repeating in his head.

Why me? Why me? Why me?

So there's another chapter. Sorry it's so short and that it took so long. I don't really have that much time to write anymore. I also don't really have a lot of reviews. Normally I would keep writing just for the hell of it but I have soccer and ice skating and four billion art projects (I exaggerate a lot but you get the point) and other school stuff (AP world and Spanish really suck) so unless I get at least 1 review per chapter I might stop writing this story. There may be a random day where I just have nothing to do and I might write for fun but I don't know if I would actually feel like writing instead of other stuff I don't have time to do anymore and I don't know when I'll actually have a free day so just keep all that in mind. Moving on I hope you enjoyed. J

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