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Princess55: father-son kinda close. Close how they are in the OoTP. This is supposed to be Harry's fifth year, but I didn't wanna worry about all that drama. I do know I want Sirius incorporated in the story though. I am not a big fan of slash :-).

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The next day, when Harry woke up, Ron was already gone. He dressed quickly, and went down the stairs into the Common Room. Both Hermione and Ron were sitting by the fire, talking amongst one another.

"Morning," Harry said, coming up behind them. Hermione smiled cautiously. Ron got up and faced Harry, biting his lip nervously. "Well, shall we go down to breakfast, then?"

"Of course!" Hermione smiled brightly, and followed Harry out of the common room. Ron lingered a moment, before following after them. Once in the Great Hall, Hermione kept up with useless chatter. She knew Ron was mad at Harry, and that Harry was still in a tiff.

"Hermione, why don't you just shut it?" Ron said irritably, as their schedules were being passed out. Hermione bit her lip and looked down at the table. Harry sighed.

"Harry!" A voice called. Harry winced. It sounded very much like his own voice, only not as deep. Without turning around, Harry knew who it was.

"What, Evan?"

"Dumbledore wants to see you in his office right after breakfast."

"What? Right after breakfast?" Harry looked down at his schedule. "But I have Double Charms with Ravenclaw-- I can't miss the first lesson."

"He said to tell you he'll write a pass."

"Err. Fine." Harry slammed his fork down, and got up. "Thank you, Evan." Evan gave a nod, and turned to look at Hermione and Ron. Harry took off out of the hall.

"Why is he so upset?" Evan asked. He took Harry's seat, looking back and forth between Hermione and Harry. Hermione sighed. She realized Evan really was a very nice boy. She didn't understand why Harry was being so rude.

"I don't know, Evan. But don't worry. He'll be fine soon."

"Well, all right. Catch ya later," He winked at Hermione and then got up, and flounced out of the Great Hall.

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Harry hurried to Dumbledore's office, cursing under his breath. He stood impatiently outside of the entrance, leaning against the wall, waiting for Dumbledore to come up from breakfast.

"Where IS he?" Harry seethed.

"Right here," Dumbledore said. Harry looked up, and saw Dumbledore gliding towards him, eyes sparkling beneath his half-moon spectacles. The Headmaster turned toward the gargoyles. "Lumos." The gargoyle's sprang to life, and leaped out of the way. Harry followed Dumbledore onto the stairs, and they began to revolve, bringing him into Dumbledore's office. Harry watched as the professor took a seat behind his desk, pressing his fingertips together. "Take a seat, please, Mr. Potter." Harry sat.

"Is there a reason I am here, Professor?" Harry asked, crankily. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

"Watch your tone, please," He said, but Harry could see amusement in his eyes. "Yes, there is a reason you are here, Mr. Potter." Harry looked expectantly at Dumbledore. "I assume that you have met Mr. Evan Potter."

"You assume correctly."

"Well, I also heard there was a little... tension. And I heard about some beliefs you had about this boy."

"It was Hermione, wasn't it, Professor?"

"It isn't important who it was, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore stood up, and gazed down at Harry through his spectacles. "There is a reason Evan is here, Harry. There is a reason I asked him to come to Hogwarts. And there is a reason he was placed in Gryffindor, without even having to be sorted." Harry shifted in his seat.

"Why, Professor? Why is he here?"

"I suppose you have noticed the resemblance between the two of you, Harry. Besides for the eyes, Mr. Potter, you two can be twins."

"I noticed. But why is he here?"

"I'm getting to that. Patience, Harry, patience."

"Sorry, Professor."

"Evan... his mother is a muggle, Mr. Potter. She died last year, in a car crash. Or, so Evan was told. She, Mr. Potter, was killed. She got in the wrong side of a heated argument with some friends of James'. You see, Harry, Evan is your half brother."

"NO!" Harry jumped out of his seat, and it toppled backwards. "He isn't!"

"Please, Harry, calm down." Dumbledore sighed heavily. "I didn't find out until the death of his mother. James... James and his mother, Crystal, had a special night together. I know it hurt's to hear it Harry, but it happened. And on that night in May, Evan was conceived. When James found out... Oh, he was horrified, Harry. You see, Crystal didn't know about Lily... or that you were on the way. And when Crystal told James it was a boy... well, he said he wanted it to be named Evan. I think you know why, Harry." Dumbledore paused. "Well, a few of James' school friends did not believe Crystal that James was the father of Evan. They said that James would never do that to Lily--"

"One of the Marauders killed her?!" Harry asked, shocked.

"No, Harry. James had more friends aside from Remus, Sirius, and Peter. They weren't as close of friends, but they were still friends. Well, Crystal said that James DID do that to Lily. And, as you know, Crystal is a muggle. Well, in yet another heated discussion, one of James' friends pulled out a wand. He placed a curse on her, Harry."

"One of the Unforgivables?"

"I don't know what curse he performed, Harry. I assume it was one of them. But Crystal didn't die. She lost her mind... very much like Neville Longbottom's parents. She is currently residing in a secluded ward at St. Mungo's."

"Then why haven't you told Evan!" Harry exploded. "He deserves a right to know his mother is ALIVE!"

"I couldn't, Harry. Crystal made it clear that if anything happened to her, she would just want Evan to know she had passed on. She knew, Mr. Potter, that she would, eventually, be on the other side of someone's wand. It's easier, don't you see, for Evan to know that his mother is dead, as opposed to being... well, insane, to put it." Harry stood silent.

"Evan is here, Mr. Potter, to help you."

"HELP me? How is he supposed to do that?"

"I can not tell you how, Harry, but he is here to help. All I ask is that you give him a chance."

"Does he know he is my brother?"

"That is up to you to tell him, Mr. Potter. Now, it's almost time for your next class, is it not?"

"No. I have Double Charms today."

"Well, then, I suggest you go and catch the second half of the lesson. Have a good day, Harry." Dumbledore stood. Harry left his office, making his way slowly to Charms. Everything was still sinking in. But Harry knew he didn't like what Dumbledore had just told him.