Harry's POV

So sorry this took so long!

James and I left Hogsmeade, and we Apparated right in front of my house. Right before we went in, I threw my Invisibility Cloak overtop James.

"Now, I'm going to tell them I have a brother, and when they are suspicious that I'm lying, you take off the cloak, alright?"

"Sure," We went inside the house, and I went to get Ron and Hermione.

"Psst, hey!"

"Harry! What're you doing here?"

"I've decided to tell all the kids who James is,"

"What're you going to call him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you have a kid named James, wouldn't it get confusing?"

"I dunno, Potter? Fleamont?"

"Fleamont?"

"Grandfather. Do you mind sending a Patronus to Bill, Percy, George, everyone?"

"No problem. Expecto Patronum!" A Jack Russell Terrier and an otter went in two different directions. I cast my Patronus as well, and a large stag joined the others. In one hour, we had a ton of kids on our hands. All the adults wanted to know why it was urgent, so I took them to a separate room. Bill was the first to speak.

"Harry? What the hell is going on?"

"You guys won't believe this, but there is another Potter!"

"You guys having another kid? Then why-"

"No, I have a brother,"

"Yeah, Ron, Percy, me, George-"

"No, a Potter brother,"

"Ha! Good joke!" He then saw my face, "Wait, you're serious?"

"Yeah, I'll explain with the kids," I left them and went to see the kids. I looked around, and smiled at the jumble of kids. James, Albus, Lily, Rose, Hugo, Teddy, Victoire, Dominique, Louis, Molly, Lucy, Fred, and Roxanne.

"Alright, kids, gather round!" They came and sat down around me at once, "Alright, I have something very important to tell you, so please don't interrupt for a few minutes," They nodded vigorously.

"Alright, here goes nothing. I have a brother. No, it's not Ron, or George, or any of them. It's a Potter brother. His name is James Fleamont Potter,"

"You're lying, Dad!" Albus was suspicious, "If you actually have a brother, then where is he?"

"About that. James, come here," James Tom off the Cloak, and handed it to me.

"Hey, kids! My name is James Fleamont Potter, but you can call me Potter, as we already have a James in this room," He looked at James, my son. Now, since you never met Harry's dad, whose name was also James, here's a picture of him," He pulled out an album, and pulled out one picture.

"That's you! Or Harry!" All of the kids didn't believe him.

"No, it's not," He pulled out another picture, "This is Harry's dad. This is me. This is Harry,"

"Really? So we actually have a Potter that's actually related to Harry?"

"Yes. You can either call me Fleamont, or Potter, it won't matter," All of the kids then stood up, and went to surround James in questions, while Bill pulled me into the kitchen.

"Ok, Harry, explain,"

"What?"

"Everything! How do you have a brother!? How have you never met him!?"

"I'd seen him before my Mum and Dad were killed, but I vaguely remember it. After they were killed, he wanted to take care of me, but Dumbledore didn't allow it. James then wanted letters for when I went to Hogwarts, and Dumbledore fulfilled that, until he died. I think he wanted to come see me, but wasn't allowed, most likely,"

"So, this," He indicated to living room, "Is real?"

"Yes, I am not lying, and this is not a prank,"

"Ok, but-" He was cut off by an owl. It was a handsome, brown owl. I took the letter, and read it silently.

Dear Harry James Potter,

Ginny's awake. I don't know if she has any memory of what happened, and I haven't explained it yet. I thought it would be best for you to explain. Do you mind telling her what happened? Thanks. Come whenever you want.

Sincerely, Landon Peterson

"Who's that from?"

"Doctor, gotta go," I went back into the living room, and pulled James aside for a moment, "Hey, Ginny's awake, can you keep these ones busy? Albus has epilepsy, so if he has a seizure, get Ron and Hermione, they know what to do,"

"Got it," I left the living room, and Apparated to the Muggle hospital. I went to where Ginny's room was, and opened the door ajar.

"Who is it?" Ginny called.

"Harry,"

"Come in," I opened the door, went in, and closed it behind me. I sat down in a chair that was beside her bed.

"Ginny? Do you remember what happened?"

"A lot of pain, and a purple light,"

"Do you know what that spell was?"

"No,"

"Sectusempra. Malfoy says you accused him of giving Al something that caused him to have a seizure,"

"I did. I then cast Stupefy on him,"

"Why?"

"Because Albus doesn't have epilepsy. Malfoy gave him something, did he not?"

"No. I talked to the doctor awhile back, and Al really has epilepsy,"

"So, that means…"

"You accused Draco of something without proof,"

"Harry, I-I didn't mean to! I'm so sorry, and it will never happen again!"

"It's not me you should apologize to,"

"Where is he?"

"I'll call him in a few minutes. I want to ask a few things,"

"What?"

"How do you feel right now? Physically?"

"Like crap. Why?"

"Do you know what Sectusempra does?"

"Not really,"

"Cuts open your face and chest. How about mentally?"

"Terrible. I don't remember the last time I've done something like this,"

"I don't think you've ever done something like this in the past. Would you like me to call Draco now?"

"It'll be better to get it over with, won't it?"

"Yes. Expecto Patronum!" A large stag came and left the building, in search for Draco, "I also have one more thing to tell you, and this one's kinda cool,"

"What?"

"Take off your shirt,"

"I'm sorry?"

"Trust me," She reluctantly took it off, "Look at your chest," She looked, and gasped, "Is-is that-"

"Yes, same shape,"

"Wow, that's, that's just amazing! It's like something that connects us together!" She put her shirt back on just as Draco came into her room.

"Hey, Potter, Weasley. I got a Patronus saying you wanted to see me?"

"Yeah, 'Weasley' has something to say to you," I stepped aside, and Draco went beside Ginny. She sat up.

"Malfoy…"

"Why did you try to duel me?"

"I-I'm so sorry! I-I didn't think my son actually had epilepsy, so, I did what I thought was right, but now I know it was wrong. I shouldn't have been so quick to assume,"

"You're right,"

"Can you, somehow, forgive me?"

"Of course. I made a truce with Potter, and I'm not about to break it,"

"You did?"

"Yeah, did he not tell you?"

"Not yet," She glared at me. I shrugged, "But you've hated us for many years,"

"Well, I kinda owe Potter,"

"How?"

"He saved my life many times,"

"Name one,"

"Goyle set the place on fire with Fiendfire, and he decided to turn back on his broom and grab me. The other Weasley got Zabini,"

"The other Weasley. Ron?"

"Yeah, who else?"

"Well, it could've been Bill, Charlie, Percy, George-"

"Alright, I get it! But my point is, Potter, Granger, you, and the other Weasley have done enough arguing to last eternity. I don't want my son to be a perfect replica of me, so I'm trying to change to set a better example for my child,"

"Wow, impressive!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, almost two decades ago, I would've bet my life that you wouldn't say that!"

"I know, I know, times change,"

"True,"

"Now, I don't mean to be rude, but I must go. I'm surprising Tori by taking her out to a ButterBeer,"

"Tori?"

"My wife. Astoria Malfoy,"

"Right," Draco stood up, and I went to open the door. I signaled to Ginny that I'd be back in a moment, and closed the door once Draco left the room, and I followed him.

"Malfoy!"

"How long are you going to call me Malfoy, Potter?"

"Once you start calling me Harry, not Potter,"

"Oh, alright Harry. What do you want? I gotta go"

"Um, you don't know about this yet, but I have bad news for you. I wouldn't try to see Astoria if I were you,"

Dun, dun dun! What do you think the bad news is? Please review with either more ideas, or a guess at what going to happen!