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Chapter Nine

AU World

Harry heard a knock on his door at eight in the evening. Dinner was two hours ago and Harry was beginning to think Damien had forgotten about him and the phone call he had to make. He opened the door as soon as he heard the knock. Damien didn't enter the quarter, instead he gestured for Harry to come with him. Perplexed but silently, Harry followed the hazel eyed boy and left the staff quarters and headed to the staircase. By the time they reached the seventh floor, Harry was starting to wonder what the boy was up to.

"Damien, what…?" he started but was shushed.

"Wait until we're there." He whispered.

"Until we are where? Where are we going?" Harry asked.

Damien gave no answer but led him down a corridor on the seventh floor. Harry saw a large tapestry showing Barnabas the Barmy who by he looks of things was trying to teach trolls to dance the ballet. He stopped next to the tapestry and saw Damien pace the floor opposite him. He walked up and down in silence. Harry, by this point, was certain the boy had lost it. Maybe someone had hit him with a befuddlement jinx?

"Damien, what…?" again Harry was cut off but this time it wasn't by Damien. Just as Damien walked down the corridor for the third time, a door materialised in front of them. Harry gaped at the sight, Hogwarts continued to amaze him, even after four years.

Silently both boys entered the room, closing the door as quietly as they could behind them. Harry observed the room, it was large and comfortable, Gryffindor colours, red and gold decorated it. There was a roaring fire and large sofa chairs in front of it. Harry turned to face Damien.

"What is this place?" he asked.

"It's called the Room of Requirement. It equips you with whatever you need."

Harry looked around the room.

"I needed a warm place to sit." Damien offered in explanation.

Both boys sat down on the chairs before Damien pulled out his phone. Harry wasn't sure if he was imagining it or not but he thought the boy looked a little nervous. He didn't wait to speak on the phone himself and instead handed the phone over to Harry as soon as the green 'call' button was pushed.

"Here, talk" he said as he pushed the phone into Harry's hands.

Harry quickly brought the phone to his ear in time for it to be answered. He heard his counterpart's voice fill his ear.

"Damien."

"Uh, no, it's Harry."

A moment of silence passed before anyone spoke. Harry was unsure if he should start the conversation. After a few awkward moments, eighteen year old Harry spoke.

"I thought I had made it clear to Damien that you were to stay at the Manor. Did he not explain that to you?" he asked quietly.

"He did, but I…"

"But you ignored him." Harry cut in.

"I didn't ignore him." Harry defended himself.

"You must have since you are now at Hogwarts, where your cover will most likely be blown." Harry said angrily.

Fifteen year old Harry didn't know how to reply to that so chose to remain quiet. After the disastrous journey to Hogwarts and his increasing awkwardness in the presence of Professor Dumbledore, Harry knew that the chances of his true identity being discovered were relatively high.

"I don't know what you were thinking but when I tell you to do something, you do it! You don't ignore it!" Harry hissed at him.

"Don't talk to me like that!" Harry's anger flared up at being spoken to in such a way.

"You've not done anything that warrants any respect!" Harry's cold voice penetrated through into Harry's head and he involuntarily shuddered.

"Look, I know I messed up." Harry said with a resigned sigh. "But I couldn't stay at the Manor for a week when I thought I could spend that time with my parents." He tried to explain.

"I don't really care what you thought! I gave you a chance to meet your parents, the least you can do is trust me when I tell you to stay out of the way!"

Guilt surged through Harry.

"I know, but I didn't…"

"Shut up and listen!"

Harry's mouth clicked shut as the reprimand came. His insides twisted with anger at being spoken to like that but he detected the authority his counterpart spoke with and his instinct told him not to fight it.

"From now on, when I tell you to do something, you do it. When Damien tells you to do something, you do it! You should have stayed at the Manor like Damien told you to. Now you're at Hogwarts, going back will be difficult. You can't say you're going back to the Manor after being at Hogwarts for a day."

"I know that you did me a huge favour and I'm thankful and everything, but don't assume I'll do whatever you tell me to! I messed up but that doesn't mean you can talk to me like that." Harry fought back, unable to stop himself.

"Be thankful I'm just talking!" Harry responded "if I were near you, you would be a lot worse off!"

Harry didn't respond to that. He could hear the anger and annoyance in the other Harry's voice. He looked up at Damien and was surprised to see an empathetic look on his face. It was quiet in the room and Harry's angry voice carried from the phone into the room, so Damien could hear what his brother was saying. Damien looked away as Harry met his gaze and he lowered his head to avoid looking at him.

"Now listen to me very carefully because I'm not going to repeat myself." Harry's cold voice rang in his head. "Under no circumstances are you to speak to Dumbledore. If he approaches you, ignore him and walk away. If he calls you to his office, don't go."

"I, I don't think I can ignore Professor Dumbledore." Harry said, shaking his head at the mere thought.

"Oh, grow a pair, will you!" Harry snapped.

"Hey!" cried Harry.

"You have to keep Dumbledore away from yourself. If he talks to you he'll know instantly that you're not me. And then do you know what will happen? The parents that you risked your cover for will treat you like a stranger and will try to get you thrown back to your dimension as soon as possible. Do you want that?" he asked harshly.

Harry's heart constricted painfully at the thought.

"No" he whispered.

"I thought not." Harry responded. "Look, I'm not being difficult for the sake of it. I'm telling you to stay away from Dumbledore for your own good. And another thing, don't look into his eyes."

Harry was puzzled with that strange order.

"His eyes?"

"Dumbledore is a powerful Legimens." Harry explained.

Fifteen year old Harry was more confused.

"What's a Legimens?"

"It means he can read you mind and look through your memories." Harry explained through clenched teeth.

"Oh!" Harry said, that would not be a good thing, not with all the Dursley memories he had. "Okay, I'll stay away from Dumbledore."

"Good" Harry sighed with obvious relief.

"But I'm not going to stay away from mum and dad! After all that is the reason I came here." Harry said.

"Fine" Harry said, not caring about that. "Just keep clear of a few topics, the job offer from Dumbledore, anything too personal and…and Voldemort."

Fifteen year old Harry was sure he heard the tone change as Voldemort was mentioned.

"Why…?"

"Just stay away from those topics and you'll be fine!" Harry bit out. "If they talk about anything you don't know how to respond to, just act like you're upset and they'll leave you alone."

"You're not serious?" Harry asked, not believing that would work.

"Talking about Sirius, he going to look a lot different to your Sirius." Harry said, feeling his heart skip a beat at the memory of seeing the gaunt and pale face of his Godfather.

"I know, I've met him." Harry said a smile on his face at the memory of the healthy and happy Sirius Black.

"You have? When?" Harry asked.

"The first night I came here. I met him and Remus and Tonks."

Harry had no idea he had met them.

"Did everything go okay?" Harry asked, fearing the younger Harry had messed up in some way.

Harry looked at Damien and saw him vigorously nodding his head.

"Yeah, everything was fine." He said.

"Good" came the relieved response.

"Look, Harry. I'm sorry about not listening to you. I didn't ignore you it's just, I want to spend as much time as I can with mum and dad. When I go back to my world, I'll never get a chance to see them again. You understand, don't you?" Harry asked.

After a pause, Harry responded.

"More than you know."

Both Harrys talked a while longer, eighteen year old Harry giving the younger Harry more advice and explicit order to stay away from Dumbledore.

Harry suddenly remembered his awful mistake with Dennis earlier on in the day.

"Um, Harry, I have to tell you about Dennis Creevey…"

That was all he managed to say before Damien jumped from his chair and shook his head so violently, it looked like it would fall off his shoulders.

"Creevey? What about him?!" Harry asked, his tone changing to angry again.

Harry was lost, he saw Damien gesture wildly at him not to say anything.

"Um, he's at Hogwarts and tried talking to me today." Harry said, unsure of what to say. "Damien told me to ignore him."

"Do what Damien tells you. He won't let you go wrong." Harry said and the note of pride in his voice was very noticeable.

"Yeah, okay." Harry responded.

A few minutes later Harry hung up. Fifteen year old Harry sat with the phone in his hand. That had been interesting, if not a bit frightful. He never knew his counterpart could talk like that. Harry wouldn't say he was afraid of him, as that was his other self and you shouldn't be afraid of yourself, but he was definitely not looking forward to having a conversation like that again, ever. He looked up and saw the relieved look on Damien's face.

"Why didn't you let me tell him about Dennis?" Harry asked as he handed the phone back to Damien.

Damien shrugged as he pocketed the phone.

"He had just calmed down. I didn't want him to go mental on you again." He answered.

"What about the threats you made earlier about telling Harry what I did?" Harry asked with a smile.

"I was mad at you. But then I realised that you didn't do anything on purpose. It was a mistake."

"So are you not going to tell him at all?" Harry asked.

"I think when Harry comes back he's not going to be staying at Hogwarts. Hopefully, he'll never meet Dennis and he won't need to know."

Both boys headed towards the door, leaving to go back to Harry's quarter.

"And if the need arises to tell him, I'll just make sure he takes plenty of calming draught beforehand." Damien said, making the other Harry laugh sheepishly.

xxx

A few days went by and Harry found his days fall into a regular pattern. All his mealtimes were in the Great Hall, at the staff table. He chatted to his parents as much as he could during those times. During class times, Harry wandered around Hogwarts, visiting the Library, the Room of Requirement or stayed in his quarters. He was desperately bored. He had no one to talk to during the day time. After dinner was his favourite time of the day. He joined his mum and dad in their quarter and spent every moment with them talking about everything. He kept Harry's strict orders in mind but found his parents didn't mention any of those topics.

He loved spending time with his mum. She made him hot chocolate and would sit with him while marking her potions papers. She chatted to him about classes and what students were finding the subject difficult. She was concerned about her students, unlike his Potions Professor back in his world, who tried to fail as many students as possible.

His dad was a lot more fun. He would finish his classes for the day and then take Harry and Damien to the Quidditch pitch for a game. Harry had never imagined he could love flying more than he already did. Flying and Quidditch was his favourite pastimes but somehow, playing the sport alongside his dad and brother made it all the better and enjoyable.

It was his third day in Hogwarts and Harry found himself wondering the corridors after lunch. He was insanely bored. He had enough of the Library, not that he was much of a reader anyway, the weather was miserable so flying around the pitch was not an option. He didn't want to sit in his quarter so he took to wondering around the school. He felt a strange sense of satisfaction when the school caretaker Filch, looked at him, scowled but went back to his work. He didn't say anything to him. Harry figured it was because he wasn't a student so Filch couldn't tell him off.

It was just as he was wondering around the first floor, urging time to pass quickly so it was dinner time, that he heard it, a very familiar voice. He looked around and found that it was coming from the hospital wing. Quickly, Harry headed towards the doors, hearing the familiar voice more clearly as he approached the wing.

Quietly Harry pushed open the door and looked inside the bright white hospital wing. All the beds were empty but he could hear two voices, both familiar. Harry walked into the wing and stopped short at the sight.

Near the corner of the wing was a small desk and chair. Madame Pomfrey was standing on one side of the desk, a large assortment of vials was stacked along the length of the desk and the nurse was gesturing to them as she spoke. Sitting on the chair with a quill in his hand and a large sheet of parchment before him, sat Harry Potter's best friend, Ronald Weasley.

Harry gaped at the sight. Ron was older, as was everyone in this dimension. His red hair was longer and fell into his eyes. His was taller and lankier. His long legs were sprawled under the table and his long arms rested on the desk. He was absorbed in the lecture he was receiving from the school nurse. It was then that Harry noticed his friend's attire. He was dressed in white robes and they looked brand new.

Ron looked up and caught Harry standing in the doorway. His sheepish grin spread on his face and Harry couldn't help a similar smile from taking over him.

"I heard a rumour you were here. I didn't believe it but here you are." Ron said standing up and walking over to Harry.

"Ron? What are you doing here?" Harry asked.

"I've started my apprenticeship. I was supposed to start my Healer training but my funding fell through at the last minute. Madame Pomfrey offered to take me on this year and train me, that way I won't waste this year. Hopefully my Healer training will start next year."

Harry didn't know his friend wanted to be a Healer. Back in his world, Ron wanted to be an Auror, like Harry.

"Wow, that's, that's great. Good for you." Harry said.

Ron grinned.

"Yeah, Professor Dumbledore gave permission for me to train here with Madame Pomfrey. It's strange being back at Hogwarts but not as a student."

"I know what you mean." Harry said.

"How are you, Harry?" the question came from behind Ron, from the school nurse who was waiting patiently for a chance to speak.

"I'm fine, Madame Pomfrey." Harry replied.

The nurse looked at Harry, her eyebrows arched high, eyes wide and surprised.

"Since when have I become Madame Pomfrey to you?" she asked, a note of hurt in her voice.

Harry was taken aback. She was always Madame Pomfrey. What else should he call her? Lost, he looked at Ron, who looked surprised at Harry too. Harry wondered if maybe the other Harry was on first name basis with the school nurse. But that seemed weird. Why would Harry be on first name basis with her? As a matter of fact, what was her first name? Harry tried to remember, he had been in her company too many times to count, he must have heard her first name at some point. But for the life of him, he couldn't remember her name.

He looked at her blankly and his mind screamed at him to say something that could cover his mistake.

"Sorry, I just saw you in teacher mode and it seemed appropriate to address you as Madame Pomfrey." Harry said plastering what he hoped was a smirk on his face.

The school nurse looked at him for a moment before shaking her head.

"Male humour, I'll never get it." she sighed as she turned towards the desk and began gathering up the vials.

Harry let out a silent sigh of relief.

"So, why are you here? I thought you had turned down the offer." Ron asked.

"Yeah, I did. I still don't want the job but I didn't want to stay alone at the Manor. I figured I could spend some time with mum and dad if I was at Hogwarts as well." Harry explained.

A look of understanding dawned on Ron's face and he nodded his head.

"I understand mate, especially after everything that happened."

Harry nodded his head and dropped his gaze to the floor. He didn't know what that was in reference to but it was safer to avoid the topic.

"So what's happening with Hermione?" Harry asked.

A grin spread over Ron's face again, the tips of his ears turned bright red.

"She's mental, she is." He said but Harry could detect the note of pride in his voice. "She's been accepted into three different research projects. I think one was Herbology, the other one was effects of something or another and the last one has something to do with ancient runes. I don't know, you know how she goes all into detail and I tend to zone out. But she's knocked back the Herbology one and took on the other two."

Harry's eyebrows arched high at that.

"Two? She's taking two projects?" he asked.

"Yeah. Oh, Harry, you should have seen her. She felt so bad about knocking back the Herbology one. She was thinking she could manage to do that one as well, but I told her she wouldn't have time to eat or sleep if she did all three. Thankfully she fought against the notion and left one. But even the two projects are taking all of her time. But she's loving it, I guess that's what matters, huh?" he said, looking slightly put out.

Harry knew if there was anything his bushy haired friend liked more than anything, it was research. Hermione would certainly love every minute of it.

"Do you get to see her often?" Harry asked, wishing he could see the Hermione of this world before he went back.

"I'm meeting up with her this weekend. You and Damien come as well. She'll like that." Ron said.

Harry smiled.

"Sure, that sounds like fun." he replied.

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Canon World

Harry flung the last Doxy into the large bag and let out a relieved sigh. That was the last of them. He had been roped into helping the rest clean the drawing room. The curtains had been infested by Doxies, small fairy-like creatures that were covered with black hair and have sharp venomous teeth, and everyone was involved in getting rid of them. Naturally, Harry had been asked to help as well. Knowing that he had to play the part of the other Harry, who would have no doubt rushed to help them, he grudgingly agreed.

It actually wasn't that bad, and Harry found he could relent some of his frustration out on the annoying Doxies. He didn't bother using the Doxycide and just stunned most of them, discreetly of course.

"Just put that bag over there, in the corner, George. Wash up, everyone and I'll get some lunch." Mrs Weasley said as bustled over to the door.

As she was passing Harry, she stopped to give him a pat on the cheek, in her usual motherly way.

"Thank you for your help, Harry." She said with a smile before heading out of the door.

'She's Ginny's mum, she's Ginny's mum.' Harry repeated to himself in order to calm down. He hated people touching him, especially gestures as motherly as this. He only endured Lily for the simple fact that she was his mother. Anyone else could just piss off as far as he was concerned.

He looked around the dark room to distract himself from Mrs Weasley's annoying behaviour and observed the walls, painted in olive green. Ron and Hermione were taking an interest in the room as well and came to stand next to him. Everyone else had left the room.

"Some place this is. It's really creepy." Ron said as he looked at a small cabinet that rattled slightly.

"I know, but it is rather interesting." Hermione said, taking in everything around her.

"Don't tell me. You're going to write an essay on this aren't you?" Ron said sarcastically.

Hermione just ignored him but moved towards a large tapestry that took over one of the walls.

The tapestry looked immensely old; it was faded and looked as though Doxies had gnawed it in places. Nevertheless, the golden thread with which it was embroidered still glinted brightly enough to show them a sprawling family tree. At the very top of the tapestry it read The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.

"Look at this." Hermione said, coming to stand at the foot of the tapestry.

"Didn't you see this when you came in? It's a bit hard not to notice it." Ron said but joined her nonetheless.

"Of course I saw it. But I never got the chance to examine it." Hermione said, trailing her fingers gently over the golden lines.

Harry, who knew all he needed to know about the Black family, ignored the other two. Bella used to take great pride in talking about the 'Noble house of Black'. Of course, she used to leave Sirius out.

"Harry! Look at this! Sirius is related to ferret face!" Ron yelled.

"Ferret face?" Harry questioned under his breath. He turned to Ron and audibly asked, "What?"

"I know, hard to believe." Ron said, still looking at the tapestry.

Harry walked over to see what he was talking about and saw his finger pointing at the name, Draco Malfoy.

Harry didn't let his annoyance on behalf of his best friend show on his face. Instead he smirked and turned to Ron.

"You do realise that if the Malfoys are related to the Black family and the Weasley family is also related to the Black family then that means…" Harry trailed off on purpose, watching as understanding hit home for Ron.

His blue eyes widened with horror.

"Oh, no!"

Harry's smirk deepened as he saw Ron turn to the tapestry and try and locate his father's name. It was represented as a dark burned mark.

"I'm related to Malfoy!" Ron screeched.

Harry and Hermione both had to suppress the giggle at the expression on Ron's face. Harry slapped a hand on Ron's shoulder and faked empathy.

"Ah, well. It could be worse. You could be first cousins."

Ron gaped at Harry before throwing his hand off his shoulder.

"Shove off, Harry!" he said moodily.

Harry only laughed in response.

"Oh, come on, Ron. It's not that bad. You're only a distant relative of his." Hermione said consolingly.

"Filthy creatures, dirty mudblood and blood traitors, tainting my mistresses home and talking about her family. Oh, what shame, my poor mistress. And look, there's a new one!" The voice caught all three teens' attention.

Harry looked towards the door and saw the small, filthy looking house elf. Its large dull eyes were set on Harry and the other two. He was still muttering insults at them as he scuttled across the threshold of the door, acting like he was oblivious to the attention he was getting.

"Great! The weirdo house elf is back." Ron said, scowling at him.

"Ron! Don't call him that. You know he's not well." Hermione admonished him at once. She looked at the house elf kindly, even when the creature was looking at her with mistrust and clear dislike.

"Kreacher, this is Harry Potter." She introduced.

The house elf looked horrified at her and scuttled back a few steps.

"The mudblood is talking to Kreacher like she is a friend!" he said with a hiss of dislike.

"I told you before! Don't call her that!" Ron yelled, advancing on him.

"Ron, don't." Hermione said, grabbing him by the arm. "He's not right in the head. He doesn't know what he's saying."

"Don't kid yourself, Hermione. He knows exactly what he's saying." A voice sounded from the doorway. Sirius stalked into the room, glaring at the house elf, who begrudgingly bowed before him. "He's perfectly aware of what filth spews from his mouth!"

Hermione looked at Sirius with a frown.

"Maybe if you were a little nicer to him…" she started.

"Come on, Hermione. You've been living here for a few weeks now. You should know by now that Kreacher is not worth being spoken to nicely."

While Sirius and Hermione had an argument over Kreacher, the house elf used the distraction to stare at Harry.

"Is it true? Was the mudblood telling the truth? Is it Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived? Kreacher can't see the mark, Kreacher wonders if it is him? Harry Potter, the son of the mudblood and blood traitor."

Harry felt the urge to kick him, hard. With a glower Harry grabbed the house elf from the filthy pillow case that was wrapped around him and held him tightly.

"Keep your thoughts to yourself! If I hear you talk like that again, I'll rip your tongue clean out, understand?"

The elf looked at Harry with its large wide eyes. He nodded his head slowly and didn't utter a peep. Harry let go of him and pushed him away forcefully, making the elf fall to the ground. When Harry looked around he saw all eyes on him. Hermione was looking horrified at him. Ron was looking a little bewildered but Sirius had an outright smile on his face.

"See? That's the way to deal with him." he said as Kreacher quickly scooted out of the room, without a single word. "That's the way he's been treated, that's the only language he understands."

But Hermione didn't seem to hear him. She was staring at Harry with a look of disbelief.

"Harry? How could you?" she said, her voice trembling.

"Hermione! He was calling Harry's parents names! Why should Harry stand for that?" Ron said, rounding on Hermione.

Hermione didn't have a response to that so she turned and marched out of the room. Sirius shook his head at her retreating back and then turned to face Harry. A bright smile graced his tired looking face.

"Don't let her reaction bother you, Harry. You didn't do anything wrong." Sirius reassured him, glowing with pride that Harry defended his parents.

Harry didn't comment and left with Ron and Sirius, heading downstairs for a bite to eat.

xxx

Ron found Hermione in the library, sitting moodily on the dusty floor, a few hours later.

"Why are you in a mood?" he asked as he approached her.

"I'm not in a mood." She answered, tracing what looked like runes onto the dusty floor.

"Hermione, don't get worked up over Kreacher. That nasty thing insulted Harry's parents."

"I know, I know." Hermione interrupted.

"Then why are you in a mood with Harry?" Ron asked.

"I'm not, it's just…I never thought Harry would act like that." She said, her voice betraying her confusion and hurt. "Never in my life did I think Harry could treat another living being like that. It just felt…wrong. He seems so different." she said with a whisper.

Ron sat down next to Hermione, his knees tucked up under him.

"Hermione, you were the one who was lecturing me the other day to ignore the things Harry does. You told me that Harry was bound to act different after what he saw in the graveyard. Cedric's… death and You-Know-Who coming back and everything with the Ministry not believing him and the Daily Prophet taking digs at him, all of that is bound to affect him."

"Yes I know and I know that his recent behaviour is because he's going through a horrible, rough time, but I never expected him to talk to a house elf like that, look how friendly he is with Dobby." Hermione said.

"Dobby doesn't call his dead parents names." Ron pointed out. "When Harry was weird with my mum at dinner, you whispered to ignore it because Harry was dealing with things. I didn't like the way he spoke to mum and yet I know that he cares about her. Like you said, it's all because of You-Know-Who being back and Harry being caught in the middle of all this."

Hermione looked at Ron and smiled.

"You're right." She whispered. "Thanks, Ron."

"Don't mention it." Ron said helping her to her feet.

"Just give Harry time. He'll be back to his usual self soon." Ron said as he walked back towards the door.

Hermione followed him but couldn't help thinking about how different Harry was and if he was ever going to go back to his normal self.

xxx

By the third day, Harry was sick of cleaning. He hated the way Mrs Weasley coaxed him into helping them. He hated the stupid muggle ways of scrubbing the carpets and washing the curtains and tablecloths.

He wasn't going to do it anymore.

Harry decided to spend more time with Sirius and would spend hours chatting to him and staying out of the way of Mrs Weasley. Harry learned a lot more about the Order of this world and their recent strategies to fight against Voldemort.

Harry was surprised that he had not met the Dumbledore of this world yet. He had expected the leader of the Order to make an appearance soon at the Headquarters, but so far, he hadn't arrived.

Harry sat down at dinner and listened to Ron moan about all the mould he had fought off today.

"I swear I can't clean anymore! I feel like a bloody house elf!"

"Well, now you know what it feels like." Hermione added as she sat down with Ginny.

"Hermione, give me a break!" Ron groaned.

Harry glanced at Ginny who had taken a seat opposite him. He had hardly seen her or talked to her, she was too busy cleaning. Harry still found it weird to see a younger Ginny. Looking at the fourteen year old, Harry found his desire to see his own Ginny intensify. He couldn't wait until the stupid compass was ready to take him back to his world, back to his Ginny.

Ginny looked up and smiled at Harry, forcing Harry to smile back and then look away. He wondered what kind of relationship the Harry of this world had with this Ginny. They weren't going out, that much was clear. As far as he could guess Harry only regarded Ginny as the younger sister of his best mate, nothing more, nothing less.

It was just as Mrs Weasley placed the roasted chicken before him that it hit Harry. His Ginny was at Hogwarts, where the other Harry currently was. She didn't know about the switch, naturally, and so expected the other Harry to act like her boyfriend. Just the thought of the other Harry possibly kissing Ginny or being with her made a fiery wave of anger spread inside him. He quickly got up from the table.

"I have to…I got to…I'll just be back." He said as he raced from the room, heading towards the bathroom.

"It's probably the turkey sandwiches he ate at lunch. Felt a bit weird myself." Sirius said, earning a glare from Mrs Weasley.

"My food is cooked properly and thoroughly." She exclaimed.

"Tell that to my stomach." Sirius whispered when her back was turned.

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