Chapter 4: Practically Twins
"Uhhh...James?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, that's you. Do you not remember your own name? In case you did your name is James Potter, and I'm Lily Evans. Does any of that ring a bell?" "The names do, of course. What year is this?" Harry asked. "It's 1984. Why?" asked Lily. "Oh, no. Dumbledore is going to kill me. Well, he won't, but he'll want to. And, great, just great. Well, we'll just see how people here can treat me. But, I can't go to class, and if Dumbledore finds out what happened, he'll send me back to the future." Harry said to himself.
"What are you talking about? You do belong here. You have the right age, and you do have to go to class." Lily paused when she heard someone coming down the stairs. When she saw the Marauders coming down the steps, led by James, followed by Sirius, Remus, and Peter, she took one look at Harry and one look at James. "Come on, Lily, you and your little friends can talk in your own little room, and we can try and sleep, okay? Otherwise, would you just..." He stopped short when he saw Harry sitting on the rug. "Whoa. I think I just saw a mirror image. Sirius, can you tell me what's on the rug?" Sirius opened his eyes. "Psst. James. He looks exactly like you." "You think I hadn't figured that out yet?" James replied loudly. "James, he does look just like you." Lily said coolly. "Except..." "Except what?" James asked impatiently. "The eyes are different. His are green, and yours aren't." Lily commented. "That's all that's different between me and some arrogant brat who is just so jealous of us that he wants to become me?" James asked coldly. "No, James. I don't think he came here on purpose. Well, except for the forehead and eyes, you could pass off as brothers." Lily concluded. "What about the forehead?" James asked. "Well, look, James." Lily said, lifting Harry's bangs and allowing everyone to see his scar. "Lily, that still doesn't explain how he just showed up here by accident." Peter said suddenly. "Well, Peter, maybe he's just a little bit lost." "But he must belong here. If he didn't, then he wouldn't be able to see the school as...well...the school. He'd just see it as some little beat up shack. But he apparently belongs here because he's got the accent, the right vision, and looks just like Prongs. Like a...Prongs Junior." Remus said. "Like I'd want to look like something with such an attitude." Harry muttered under his breath. "What was that?" Sirius said. "Oh, nothing." Harry answered quickly.
Before getting into bed, James said, "What's your name again?" Harry said the first thing that came to mind. "Ron Weasley." "There is no way on earth you're a Weasley." James said to Harry. "Why not?" Asked Harry. "Weasleys have red hair, that's why." James said before going to sleep.
"Uhhh...James?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, that's you. Do you not remember your own name? In case you did your name is James Potter, and I'm Lily Evans. Does any of that ring a bell?" "The names do, of course. What year is this?" Harry asked. "It's 1984. Why?" asked Lily. "Oh, no. Dumbledore is going to kill me. Well, he won't, but he'll want to. And, great, just great. Well, we'll just see how people here can treat me. But, I can't go to class, and if Dumbledore finds out what happened, he'll send me back to the future." Harry said to himself.
"What are you talking about? You do belong here. You have the right age, and you do have to go to class." Lily paused when she heard someone coming down the stairs. When she saw the Marauders coming down the steps, led by James, followed by Sirius, Remus, and Peter, she took one look at Harry and one look at James. "Come on, Lily, you and your little friends can talk in your own little room, and we can try and sleep, okay? Otherwise, would you just..." He stopped short when he saw Harry sitting on the rug. "Whoa. I think I just saw a mirror image. Sirius, can you tell me what's on the rug?" Sirius opened his eyes. "Psst. James. He looks exactly like you." "You think I hadn't figured that out yet?" James replied loudly. "James, he does look just like you." Lily said coolly. "Except..." "Except what?" James asked impatiently. "The eyes are different. His are green, and yours aren't." Lily commented. "That's all that's different between me and some arrogant brat who is just so jealous of us that he wants to become me?" James asked coldly. "No, James. I don't think he came here on purpose. Well, except for the forehead and eyes, you could pass off as brothers." Lily concluded. "What about the forehead?" James asked. "Well, look, James." Lily said, lifting Harry's bangs and allowing everyone to see his scar. "Lily, that still doesn't explain how he just showed up here by accident." Peter said suddenly. "Well, Peter, maybe he's just a little bit lost." "But he must belong here. If he didn't, then he wouldn't be able to see the school as...well...the school. He'd just see it as some little beat up shack. But he apparently belongs here because he's got the accent, the right vision, and looks just like Prongs. Like a...Prongs Junior." Remus said. "Like I'd want to look like something with such an attitude." Harry muttered under his breath. "What was that?" Sirius said. "Oh, nothing." Harry answered quickly.
Before getting into bed, James said, "What's your name again?" Harry said the first thing that came to mind. "Ron Weasley." "There is no way on earth you're a Weasley." James said to Harry. "Why not?" Asked Harry. "Weasleys have red hair, that's why." James said before going to sleep.