Disclaimer: See chapter 1. This story belongs to Khari, I'm merely
translating it
3. The journey and the arrival.
"WHAT!?" Harry cried. "TOMORROW!? But. it's very early, isn't it? I mean, Voldemort hasn't tried to kill me or anything like that."
"Harry, it's not too early, and it's not true that Voldemort hasn't tried to kill you since last time. He just doesn't know where you are. But don't doubt that if you remain here it won't be long before he finds you and you'll be putting the Weasleys in danger."
"Professor Dumbledore, I don't think you need to be so hard on him." Started Mrs. Weasley.
"I understand," said Harry. "Very well, if I have to leave, I will; even if I still don't know where I'm going."
"I'm sure you'll like it," nodded Dumbledore.
"How can you be so sure?" He asked.
"Because we're going to send you 25 years to the past." Said Dumbledore calmly.
"WHAT!?" Shouted Harry, standing up abruptly. "You can't be serious."
"Of course that I'm serious, Harry." Said Dumbledore completely calm. "Think about it logically; Voldemort wants you dead because he knows you're a dangerous rival, besides the fact that it's also a personal matter for having reduced him to a shadow for nearly fourteen years. But the Voldemort of 25 years ago doesn't know anything about this, by that time he's just starting to gain more and more power, he won't look twice towards a fifteen years old boy."
"But. but then, Harry could change our history." Said Ron.
"No." Assured Hermione. "Harry is only going to go there to protect himself from Voldemort, so he won't be able to change anything."
"You knew!?" Cried both boys.
"Of course I knew," said Hermione calmly. "Everyone knew. The only ones who didn't know were the two of you."
"Why didn't you tell me?" protested Ron.
"Easy, you would have told Harry, and it was supposed to be a surprise."
"I wouldn't have told him!"
"Of course you would have! You're completely unable to fool Harry, even if it's a surprise or for his own good."
As always, Ron and Hermione started to argue, and as Harry watched them, he thought he was going to miss those arguments since he was so used to them; after all, he had often tried to stop them.
"Harry, dear, I think it would be better if you went to bed." Said Mrs. Weasley.
"Yes, but first, why don't you name the Redgly?" Said Charlie.
"Ah, yes." Said Harry and started to think about it. "How about. Saïl?"
"It's your pet," said Mr. Weasley, "you decide."
"I think he likes it, right, Saïl?" Said Charlie.
The small reptile spread its wings and slowly flew towards his owner's shoulder; after all, he had barely lived for two weeks, and gently he nudged his head against Harry's.
"It seems that way." Nodded Hermione. "But I don't think Hedwig is going to like it much." She added, seeing as the owl hooted in annoyance.
"Don't get angry, Hedwig," Said Harry as he approached the owl, "I'm not planning on replacing you for Saïl."
Hedwig looked at Harry disbelieving, but just at that moment, the small dragon let itself fall at the owl's side and started to nudge her gently. Harry was about to get him out of Hedwig's glare but the owl surprised everyone by opening her wings and closing them around Saïl; without doubt, she was hugging him.
"Well. I don't think you have to worry about that anymore, Harry." Said Charlie, seeing the owl's behaviour. "If I'm not mistaken, Hedwig has just adopted Saïl."
Harry, Ron and Hermione went upstairs and to bed, due to what Harry would have to face the next day. Dumbledore stayed outside with the older Weasleys, along with Sirius and Remus, finishing the details of the journey Harry was going to start on the next day. Dumbledore wrote a long letter for the past Mr. Potter. It was nearly dawn when Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape joined them in the meeting.
It was eight o'clock in the morning when Mrs. Weasley went up to Ron's room, where Harry, Ron and the twins were sleeping, to wake the first one up so he could start to get ready and then started to wake up the other sleeping people.
"Stand aside, Saïl, I have to wake Harry up." She said when the small Redgly put itself in front of Mrs. Weasley to stop her from waking Harry. "I need to wake him up now, it's getting late." She said while gripping the small cub and pushing it aside. "Harry, dear, it's time to get up."
"Mmmm. it's very early." Said the boy while turning around.
"Mom, you're never going to wake him that way." Said Ron, looking amused, same as the twins, as they watched how she tried to wake him up. Saïl had waked them up.
"No? Then how should I do it?" She questioned sceptically.
"This way!" Said the three Weasley at the same time while they grabbed their pillows and hit Harry's face with them several times.
"Ouch! Hey! What's going on!?" Said Harry, sitting up abruptly.
"Oh, nothing." Smiled Fred.
"It's just time for you to get up." Added George.
"You really need to stop waking me up that way." Said Harry sleepily. "One day, you're going to kill me from the fright."
After that, the four of them went downstairs to have breakfast and they all nearly had heart failures when they saw Professor Snape there, sitting at the kitchen table talking with Professor Dumbledore, Sirius, and Remus! The girls came down two minutes later, reacting the same way the boys had done.
"Well, Harry." Started Dumbledore. "It's time. Do you have everything ready?"
"Yes, sir." He said a bit down at the thought of leaving.
"Ok, take this letter, you have to give it to your grandfather, Robert Potter." He said while giving him the parchment. "I have explained to him what's going on in that letter."
"Good." He answered while taking the letter.
****"Oh, yes! Something else." He said with a smile. "Yesterday, I didn't give you a proper present so here you go."
Harry took a small box from Dumbledore's hands; when he opened it, he saw a small necklace with a golden pendant taking on the form of a lightning bolt with Saïl's name written across it in italics.
"I thought your Redgly would need it."
"Thank you, Professor." Said Harry while he placed the necklace around Saïl's neck.
"Ah, yes! I knew I was forgetting something," added Dumbledore, as he handed Harry another letter. "Take this, it's a letter for my past-self; it says the same as the one to your grandfather."
After Harry had put the letter to Dumbledore away, Professor Flitwick walked to him and gave him a small ring that would work as a special portkey. When Harry put it on his finger, he felt the familiar feeling of being lifted from the ground and started to whirl around. However, this time he didn't feel dizzy, and he didn't feel like screaming; it nearly felt like a walk. When he opened his eyes, he felt himself standing in front of a beautiful house. The house was three stories high, pretty big and had a beautiful garden. Looking around, he saw that all his things had arrived with him. He was about to go in, when a hand came to rest on his shoulder, startling him.
"James Potter! What on earth have you done to Mrs. Hockins this time!" Said a woman's voice.
When Harry turned around, he saw a woman with long, brown hair and bright blue eyes. When Harry opened his mouth to answer, he suddenly realized his story was very unbelievable, even if it was true.
"Wait a second..." Said the woman, looking closely at him. "You're not my son. Who are you?"
"Emmm... My name's Harry, I have a letter for your husband." He said, showing her the letter.
"Let me see." She said while taking it. "It's from Albus Dumbledore! Ok... Harry, come in, please, in a moment you'll be able to talk with my husband."
The woman gently led him inside the house with all his things following them at a wave from her wand. He looked around curiously. Once they had brought Harry's luggage inside, the woman led him to a room where a man with dark black, messy hair was reading the prophet.
"Robert, there's a boy here with a letter from Dumbledore." Said the woman.
"Thank you, July." Said the man while he looked up from the paper and looked straight at Harry. "James, what do you want now?"
"So...sorry, but my name's Harry, sir, not James. I have a letter from Professor Dumbledore for you."
"Good Lord,... you're nearly identical to my son James, I would even say you're the same age. How old are you?" Said Mr. Potter while looking Harry closely.
"I'm fifteen, since yesterday."
"Congratulations, Boy. You're nearly the same physique and age of my son; if someone had told me that, I wouldn't have believed them. You say you bring a letter from Dumbledore? Let me have a look."
Harry gave him the letter Dumbledore had given him in his time, and sat down on the couch after a signal from Mrs. Potter. As they sat there, Mr. Potter opened the letter and started to read it silently; as he read it, he started to look more and more surprised and started to look at Harry from time to time before returning to the letter. When he finished, he stood up and hugged the boy tightly before his wife's surprised gaze. The woman curiously picked up the letter, and started to read.
"My God." She said when she had finished reading and she went to hug Harry like her husband had done. "No wonder you look like our James... You're his son! Our grandson!"
While she said that, she stroked his hair and kissed his cheek. The woman was giving him a lot of tender gestures, making Harry feel uncomfortable. After all, only Mrs. Weasley had ever done this kind of things.
"But the matter that brings you here is very serious; Dumbledore's letter says you're Voldemort's main objective." Said Mr. Potter seriously. "Here he has just started to gain power, but in your time, he seems to be very dangerous, and very, very powerful."
"Yes." Said Harry seriously. "Voldemort is really powerful. Everyone even fears saying his name; they usually call him 'You-Know-Who' or 'He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named'. Very few people call him by his name."
"You have done it." Pointed out Mrs. Potter.
"I'm one of the few." Said Harry shrugging his shoulders. " Considering he as been after me for fourteen years, it's normal that I call him by his name." He added calmly.
"That's true..." Said the woman, lifting his hair slightly leaving the scar in sight, and she brushed her fingers lightly over it.
"Well, I'm not about to leave my grandson at that monster's mercy." Said Mr. Potter firmly. "You're going to stay here and you'll go with Ja... I mean your father, to Hogwarts."
"You don't need to call him my father... it would be best if he didn't know I was his son."
"Right, anyways, you'll be going to Hogwarts with him. We'll tell him you're his cousin, that your father is my brother and that you're staying with us for the time being because of health problems. So, you can not call me 'sir'."
"Of course, Uncle Robert." Said Harry, smiling.
Mr. Potter smiled at him and Mrs. Potter hugged him again. After that, she told him to follow her and he was led towards the third floor that contained two rooms. She went to one of the rooms and helped him to get settled in. She put Hedwig's cage near the window and seeing Saïl, she put him on Harry's bed (a king sized bed) and then he helped him to put his clothes and personal items in the dresser. A sound coming from the other room claimed their attention.
"Be back in a moment, Harry." Said Mrs. Potter, leaving the room. "James Potter! You finally appear! What on earth have you done to Mrs. Hockins! She came by this morning to protest about you again!"
"Me? Nothing, Mom." Said a voice, which sounded a lot like Harry's.
"Don't lie to me! You and Sirius have pulled another one of your annoying pranks on her!" screamed Mrs. Potter. "What sort of an example you are!? And you had to do it today!"
"What happens today?" He asked innocently.
"Your cousin arrived today." Said Mrs Potter in a tired voice, like she had had to tell him this a lot of times. "I have told you a hundred of times... but since you never bother to listen to me..."
"Yeah... well... it's just..."
"Excuses, excuses." Said Mrs. Potter angrily. "Go downstairs! And I better not catch you pulling anything! I'll be down in a moment."
After that, she returned to Harry's room; after closing the door, she smiled and continued putting everything in it's proper place. All the while, Harry stayed confused. How could his grandmother tell his father that she had told him he was coming when she had just discovered it that same day? As if reading his thought, she smiled at him.
"Don't worry, Dear, James never listens to anything we say. We can tell him something and an hour later, ask him about it and he won't remember we told him anything because he just doesn't listen." She sighed. "That's why he couldn't say anything just now... he can't be sure we never told him." She laughed. "Now... how about we go downstairs and I introduce you to James? I'm sure you're anxious to see how he is in this time."
"You have no idea." Said Harry sadly.
"I understand it must be hard for you to leave your parents and friends behind. "Said Mrs. Potter, misunderstanding his tone. "I also understand how your parents must be feeling... If I had to let James go to another time, even if it was to save his life... it would be really hard for me."
Harry looked at her surprised. For a moment, when she had looked at his scar, he had thought she knew that his parents were dead in his time. But it seemed that when Dumbledore had told them what had happened fourteen years ago -or a few years from now- without mentioning that James and Lily Potter would die to protect him, and that that had been what had saved him from Voldemort.
When they arrived downstairs, they heard Robert Potter scold his son because he had pulled a few pranks on his neighbour. Luckily, she was a witch. He also scolded him for having received another report on him.
"I don't understand why you do it. It's the same as at school. I have received so many owls about your behaviour that I don't understand how they have not expelled you, Sirius and your other friends, yet. What does everyone call you now? Ah, yes! The Marauders... You're nearly the terror of the school; I don't understand how comes it is still standing."
"Robert, dear..." Said Mrs. Potter, gaining the attention of her husband and their son.
Both turned towards them and while Mr. Potter smiled, James became deathly pale, with his jaw slack and his eyes as round as oranges. His mother laughed at his reaction; they really looked so much alike... Even she had had trouble recognizing him at first.
"James, son, allow me to introduce to you your cousin Harry." Said Mrs. Potter. "Harry, this is our son, James."
"Hello, my name's Harry Potter." Said Harry, extending his hand.
"James Potter, please to meet you." Said the boy, shaking his hand.
To be continued...
A/N: Thanks for all reviews and thanks to my beta-reader, Vinnie.
3. The journey and the arrival.
"WHAT!?" Harry cried. "TOMORROW!? But. it's very early, isn't it? I mean, Voldemort hasn't tried to kill me or anything like that."
"Harry, it's not too early, and it's not true that Voldemort hasn't tried to kill you since last time. He just doesn't know where you are. But don't doubt that if you remain here it won't be long before he finds you and you'll be putting the Weasleys in danger."
"Professor Dumbledore, I don't think you need to be so hard on him." Started Mrs. Weasley.
"I understand," said Harry. "Very well, if I have to leave, I will; even if I still don't know where I'm going."
"I'm sure you'll like it," nodded Dumbledore.
"How can you be so sure?" He asked.
"Because we're going to send you 25 years to the past." Said Dumbledore calmly.
"WHAT!?" Shouted Harry, standing up abruptly. "You can't be serious."
"Of course that I'm serious, Harry." Said Dumbledore completely calm. "Think about it logically; Voldemort wants you dead because he knows you're a dangerous rival, besides the fact that it's also a personal matter for having reduced him to a shadow for nearly fourteen years. But the Voldemort of 25 years ago doesn't know anything about this, by that time he's just starting to gain more and more power, he won't look twice towards a fifteen years old boy."
"But. but then, Harry could change our history." Said Ron.
"No." Assured Hermione. "Harry is only going to go there to protect himself from Voldemort, so he won't be able to change anything."
"You knew!?" Cried both boys.
"Of course I knew," said Hermione calmly. "Everyone knew. The only ones who didn't know were the two of you."
"Why didn't you tell me?" protested Ron.
"Easy, you would have told Harry, and it was supposed to be a surprise."
"I wouldn't have told him!"
"Of course you would have! You're completely unable to fool Harry, even if it's a surprise or for his own good."
As always, Ron and Hermione started to argue, and as Harry watched them, he thought he was going to miss those arguments since he was so used to them; after all, he had often tried to stop them.
"Harry, dear, I think it would be better if you went to bed." Said Mrs. Weasley.
"Yes, but first, why don't you name the Redgly?" Said Charlie.
"Ah, yes." Said Harry and started to think about it. "How about. Saïl?"
"It's your pet," said Mr. Weasley, "you decide."
"I think he likes it, right, Saïl?" Said Charlie.
The small reptile spread its wings and slowly flew towards his owner's shoulder; after all, he had barely lived for two weeks, and gently he nudged his head against Harry's.
"It seems that way." Nodded Hermione. "But I don't think Hedwig is going to like it much." She added, seeing as the owl hooted in annoyance.
"Don't get angry, Hedwig," Said Harry as he approached the owl, "I'm not planning on replacing you for Saïl."
Hedwig looked at Harry disbelieving, but just at that moment, the small dragon let itself fall at the owl's side and started to nudge her gently. Harry was about to get him out of Hedwig's glare but the owl surprised everyone by opening her wings and closing them around Saïl; without doubt, she was hugging him.
"Well. I don't think you have to worry about that anymore, Harry." Said Charlie, seeing the owl's behaviour. "If I'm not mistaken, Hedwig has just adopted Saïl."
Harry, Ron and Hermione went upstairs and to bed, due to what Harry would have to face the next day. Dumbledore stayed outside with the older Weasleys, along with Sirius and Remus, finishing the details of the journey Harry was going to start on the next day. Dumbledore wrote a long letter for the past Mr. Potter. It was nearly dawn when Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape joined them in the meeting.
It was eight o'clock in the morning when Mrs. Weasley went up to Ron's room, where Harry, Ron and the twins were sleeping, to wake the first one up so he could start to get ready and then started to wake up the other sleeping people.
"Stand aside, Saïl, I have to wake Harry up." She said when the small Redgly put itself in front of Mrs. Weasley to stop her from waking Harry. "I need to wake him up now, it's getting late." She said while gripping the small cub and pushing it aside. "Harry, dear, it's time to get up."
"Mmmm. it's very early." Said the boy while turning around.
"Mom, you're never going to wake him that way." Said Ron, looking amused, same as the twins, as they watched how she tried to wake him up. Saïl had waked them up.
"No? Then how should I do it?" She questioned sceptically.
"This way!" Said the three Weasley at the same time while they grabbed their pillows and hit Harry's face with them several times.
"Ouch! Hey! What's going on!?" Said Harry, sitting up abruptly.
"Oh, nothing." Smiled Fred.
"It's just time for you to get up." Added George.
"You really need to stop waking me up that way." Said Harry sleepily. "One day, you're going to kill me from the fright."
After that, the four of them went downstairs to have breakfast and they all nearly had heart failures when they saw Professor Snape there, sitting at the kitchen table talking with Professor Dumbledore, Sirius, and Remus! The girls came down two minutes later, reacting the same way the boys had done.
"Well, Harry." Started Dumbledore. "It's time. Do you have everything ready?"
"Yes, sir." He said a bit down at the thought of leaving.
"Ok, take this letter, you have to give it to your grandfather, Robert Potter." He said while giving him the parchment. "I have explained to him what's going on in that letter."
"Good." He answered while taking the letter.
****"Oh, yes! Something else." He said with a smile. "Yesterday, I didn't give you a proper present so here you go."
Harry took a small box from Dumbledore's hands; when he opened it, he saw a small necklace with a golden pendant taking on the form of a lightning bolt with Saïl's name written across it in italics.
"I thought your Redgly would need it."
"Thank you, Professor." Said Harry while he placed the necklace around Saïl's neck.
"Ah, yes! I knew I was forgetting something," added Dumbledore, as he handed Harry another letter. "Take this, it's a letter for my past-self; it says the same as the one to your grandfather."
After Harry had put the letter to Dumbledore away, Professor Flitwick walked to him and gave him a small ring that would work as a special portkey. When Harry put it on his finger, he felt the familiar feeling of being lifted from the ground and started to whirl around. However, this time he didn't feel dizzy, and he didn't feel like screaming; it nearly felt like a walk. When he opened his eyes, he felt himself standing in front of a beautiful house. The house was three stories high, pretty big and had a beautiful garden. Looking around, he saw that all his things had arrived with him. He was about to go in, when a hand came to rest on his shoulder, startling him.
"James Potter! What on earth have you done to Mrs. Hockins this time!" Said a woman's voice.
When Harry turned around, he saw a woman with long, brown hair and bright blue eyes. When Harry opened his mouth to answer, he suddenly realized his story was very unbelievable, even if it was true.
"Wait a second..." Said the woman, looking closely at him. "You're not my son. Who are you?"
"Emmm... My name's Harry, I have a letter for your husband." He said, showing her the letter.
"Let me see." She said while taking it. "It's from Albus Dumbledore! Ok... Harry, come in, please, in a moment you'll be able to talk with my husband."
The woman gently led him inside the house with all his things following them at a wave from her wand. He looked around curiously. Once they had brought Harry's luggage inside, the woman led him to a room where a man with dark black, messy hair was reading the prophet.
"Robert, there's a boy here with a letter from Dumbledore." Said the woman.
"Thank you, July." Said the man while he looked up from the paper and looked straight at Harry. "James, what do you want now?"
"So...sorry, but my name's Harry, sir, not James. I have a letter from Professor Dumbledore for you."
"Good Lord,... you're nearly identical to my son James, I would even say you're the same age. How old are you?" Said Mr. Potter while looking Harry closely.
"I'm fifteen, since yesterday."
"Congratulations, Boy. You're nearly the same physique and age of my son; if someone had told me that, I wouldn't have believed them. You say you bring a letter from Dumbledore? Let me have a look."
Harry gave him the letter Dumbledore had given him in his time, and sat down on the couch after a signal from Mrs. Potter. As they sat there, Mr. Potter opened the letter and started to read it silently; as he read it, he started to look more and more surprised and started to look at Harry from time to time before returning to the letter. When he finished, he stood up and hugged the boy tightly before his wife's surprised gaze. The woman curiously picked up the letter, and started to read.
"My God." She said when she had finished reading and she went to hug Harry like her husband had done. "No wonder you look like our James... You're his son! Our grandson!"
While she said that, she stroked his hair and kissed his cheek. The woman was giving him a lot of tender gestures, making Harry feel uncomfortable. After all, only Mrs. Weasley had ever done this kind of things.
"But the matter that brings you here is very serious; Dumbledore's letter says you're Voldemort's main objective." Said Mr. Potter seriously. "Here he has just started to gain power, but in your time, he seems to be very dangerous, and very, very powerful."
"Yes." Said Harry seriously. "Voldemort is really powerful. Everyone even fears saying his name; they usually call him 'You-Know-Who' or 'He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named'. Very few people call him by his name."
"You have done it." Pointed out Mrs. Potter.
"I'm one of the few." Said Harry shrugging his shoulders. " Considering he as been after me for fourteen years, it's normal that I call him by his name." He added calmly.
"That's true..." Said the woman, lifting his hair slightly leaving the scar in sight, and she brushed her fingers lightly over it.
"Well, I'm not about to leave my grandson at that monster's mercy." Said Mr. Potter firmly. "You're going to stay here and you'll go with Ja... I mean your father, to Hogwarts."
"You don't need to call him my father... it would be best if he didn't know I was his son."
"Right, anyways, you'll be going to Hogwarts with him. We'll tell him you're his cousin, that your father is my brother and that you're staying with us for the time being because of health problems. So, you can not call me 'sir'."
"Of course, Uncle Robert." Said Harry, smiling.
Mr. Potter smiled at him and Mrs. Potter hugged him again. After that, she told him to follow her and he was led towards the third floor that contained two rooms. She went to one of the rooms and helped him to get settled in. She put Hedwig's cage near the window and seeing Saïl, she put him on Harry's bed (a king sized bed) and then he helped him to put his clothes and personal items in the dresser. A sound coming from the other room claimed their attention.
"Be back in a moment, Harry." Said Mrs. Potter, leaving the room. "James Potter! You finally appear! What on earth have you done to Mrs. Hockins! She came by this morning to protest about you again!"
"Me? Nothing, Mom." Said a voice, which sounded a lot like Harry's.
"Don't lie to me! You and Sirius have pulled another one of your annoying pranks on her!" screamed Mrs. Potter. "What sort of an example you are!? And you had to do it today!"
"What happens today?" He asked innocently.
"Your cousin arrived today." Said Mrs Potter in a tired voice, like she had had to tell him this a lot of times. "I have told you a hundred of times... but since you never bother to listen to me..."
"Yeah... well... it's just..."
"Excuses, excuses." Said Mrs. Potter angrily. "Go downstairs! And I better not catch you pulling anything! I'll be down in a moment."
After that, she returned to Harry's room; after closing the door, she smiled and continued putting everything in it's proper place. All the while, Harry stayed confused. How could his grandmother tell his father that she had told him he was coming when she had just discovered it that same day? As if reading his thought, she smiled at him.
"Don't worry, Dear, James never listens to anything we say. We can tell him something and an hour later, ask him about it and he won't remember we told him anything because he just doesn't listen." She sighed. "That's why he couldn't say anything just now... he can't be sure we never told him." She laughed. "Now... how about we go downstairs and I introduce you to James? I'm sure you're anxious to see how he is in this time."
"You have no idea." Said Harry sadly.
"I understand it must be hard for you to leave your parents and friends behind. "Said Mrs. Potter, misunderstanding his tone. "I also understand how your parents must be feeling... If I had to let James go to another time, even if it was to save his life... it would be really hard for me."
Harry looked at her surprised. For a moment, when she had looked at his scar, he had thought she knew that his parents were dead in his time. But it seemed that when Dumbledore had told them what had happened fourteen years ago -or a few years from now- without mentioning that James and Lily Potter would die to protect him, and that that had been what had saved him from Voldemort.
When they arrived downstairs, they heard Robert Potter scold his son because he had pulled a few pranks on his neighbour. Luckily, she was a witch. He also scolded him for having received another report on him.
"I don't understand why you do it. It's the same as at school. I have received so many owls about your behaviour that I don't understand how they have not expelled you, Sirius and your other friends, yet. What does everyone call you now? Ah, yes! The Marauders... You're nearly the terror of the school; I don't understand how comes it is still standing."
"Robert, dear..." Said Mrs. Potter, gaining the attention of her husband and their son.
Both turned towards them and while Mr. Potter smiled, James became deathly pale, with his jaw slack and his eyes as round as oranges. His mother laughed at his reaction; they really looked so much alike... Even she had had trouble recognizing him at first.
"James, son, allow me to introduce to you your cousin Harry." Said Mrs. Potter. "Harry, this is our son, James."
"Hello, my name's Harry Potter." Said Harry, extending his hand.
"James Potter, please to meet you." Said the boy, shaking his hand.
To be continued...
A/N: Thanks for all reviews and thanks to my beta-reader, Vinnie.
