Disclaimer: Please refer to the Disclaimer on the first chapter.

A/N:

I got a review asking why it was that no-one was suspicious that Harry looked like James. Here's an honest answer: I momentarily forgot about that. cringe I apologise profusely. I now have to explain that away in this chapter, it's not a long explanation, short and to the point, in fact we can almost say "it's magic". That reason is enough isn't it?

I really am sorry, as an author I should probably think of all the holes that could be in this story and try to get rid of it or something like that. But thank you for pointing it out, it's the reason why I love (and sometimes dread) reviews so much. They point out things I wouldn't have thought of usually.

Thank you.

Now read on.

Previous Chapter:

Harry swallowed. Cleared his throat. And then opened his mouth to speak.

"I'm Harry"

Silence.

Dumbledore gave his infuriating twinkly eyed smile at him, complete with 'I-know-what-you're-doing' raised eyebrow.

"Does Harry have any other names?" this was asked by Ron, former best friend.

"James"

"Does Harry James have a last name?" Hermione, they're all doing this to hurt me!

He sighed and gave up; he might as well face it like a man.

"My name is Harry James Potter, I'm meant to be dead."

Maybe not the last part.

CHAPTER FIVE

Silence.

Dumbledore, Ron and Hermione just waited patiently for what they knew would come; sure enough the silence was shattered by a rather rude exclamation of disbelief from one James Potter.

"Bullshit!"

That was all it took for almost two dozen wands to raise up and focus on Harry. Hermione and Ron, out of pure reflective instincts, raised their wands too and aimed them at everyone else in the room. Harry noticed that Ron had his wand pointed at his own mother before realising it and shifting it just a few degrees sideways until he had it on Bill.

Harry had not reacted. He remained sitting in the chair calmly meeting everyone's eyes. Dumbledore too had not reacted, he continued regarding everyone with the same mildly interested look he usually reserved for such situations.

"Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?"

James again, Harry just raised his eyebrow. He was hurt that the people he had yearned for regarded him with something bordering on loathing, even if they had reason to do so....sort of. But he would be damned if he gave anyone the pleasure of seeing it reflected on his face, nope, he could be a bloody Slytherin when pushed.

Casually leaning back further into his chair and adopting a posture of extreme indifference he answered James with a drawling tone, meant to suggest how 'humorous' he found the situation....which he didn't.

"Like I said barely a minute or two ago, I am Harry James Potter. And really Mr Potter such disgusting language, try to control yourself in front of your son. It wouldn't do for him to take on your habits."

James eyes widened as he looked taken aback by the lack of concern or even interest reflected in those cold tones. He felt his wife's body stiffen beside him and his hatred came up a knot for the person who dared to make a mockery of his family right in front of him.

"How dare you!! How dare – " he cut himself off as he gave up on words and threw himself over the table at who he thought was an impostor.

Harry had not been quite prepared for the assault, but nonetheless reacted on reflex. As James flew at him in rage, he grabbed him by his shirt collar and bodily flipped him over the top of his chair. James hit the ground with a heavy thud, and a crunch that may have signalled a broken bone or two.

Hermione, not liking how fast this was escalating into violence, threw a stunning curse at the very angry Sirius (who was in the process of attacking Harry too) and then for good measure (because she wasn't very happy with him for attacking his own son, even though he didn't know) threw a stunner over her shoulder to the pained form of James Potter.

All those that had not raised their wands yet had them out now; at least half of them wavered between Harry, Hermione and Ron.

Lily looked from Sirius, to where her husband had disappeared, to the man who had the same name as her son. She was very confused, and extremely pale. Remus too was not looking like he was handling it very well, but he had always been the logical one of them.

Not wanting to hurt his mother anymore then he probably already was, Harry sat down, hard. Spreading out his hand's beseechingly in a gesture of surrender, he looked at his two best friends and asked them silently, to sit down too.

Once they had sat, Lily walked around the table cautiously until she reached her prone husband. Still looking at Harry apprehensively, she crouched down and taking out her wand she cast some healing spells around the vicinity of her husband's wrist, and elbow. Levitating him she walked towards their seat, Remus helped to sit him up on his own seat. He did the same with Sirius before both he and Lily turned their attention back to this 'Harry', they both seemed to agree that maybe this meeting had better take place without Sirius or James' input. Less blood shed that way.

Lily swallowed sharply, tucking her hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture.

"I apologise for that," not really sounding like she meant it, "who did you say you were?"

"Harry Potter," came the succinct reply, his left brow was slightly raised.

She swallowed again almost audibly and then giving an almost depressed smile she weakly said, "I thought so."

Silence descended on the room, Harry's two friends were still steadfast in their protection of him and Order members were still trying to discern how much a threat this stranger was.

All attention was drawn back to Remus. Breaking the silence he asked stonily, "You don't look like Par- Harry. In fact you don't look like James or Lily at all."

All four dimension travellers lips seemed to quirk up in a smile, eyes reflecting humour at an inner joke, "Glamour" the green-eyed boy said impassively.

Biting her lip and wringing her hands Lily looked at Remus imploringly, the Werewolf must have understood because he nodded at her and then turning back to Harry he practically snapped out, "Drop it."

Harry's brow raised again, this time questioning the tone and almost asking mockingly whether he really wanted to test the unspoken threat. He looked at his two friends and then with a shrug at their inquiring gaze, he shook his head almost violently, reminiscent of a wet dog just out of the water.

The Order Members watched as the man's hair swung into his face with every hard shake of the head. When he finally stopped, he swept both his hands over his face and then through his hair. What they saw left almost no doubt that he was who he said he was.

Black hair remained, now mussed with the vigorous head-shake, but where once it had been wholly black, now it had thin streaks of silver running through it. His eyes, once jade-green, were now a brilliant emerald green, just like Lily Potters. Everything else was pure James, from his forehead to his stubborn chin. The lightning shaped scar was still there, dismissible and nondescript before, it was now a dull gold and sat on his forehead like one would assume a crown.

They were so involved in their unbelieving scrutiny of him that they did not notice Lily collapse into her chair weakly nor that their wands had been summoned out of their weak (and shaking) hands by Ron. Remus had given up all pretence of trying to remain composed and had sat down before his feet could give way; he was currently holding his head in his hands. Others were gaping at Harry, mouths resembling fish.

Hermione who thought it quite funny was trying very hard to hide her smirk and failing miserably. Albus Dumbledore sat fully composed surveying his members with an inscrutable look, hiding his disappointment behind years of experience. With a clearing of his throat and a rather grim expression he motioned for all of them to sit down. He shook his head at Ginny seeing that she was going to attempt to revive James and Sirius, and then he shared a meaningful look with Harry. With a nod, Harry stood up to leave with Ron and Hermione.

"Where are you going," Remus asks in confusion.

Harry looked at him, eyes unreadable, searching his face for answers, "Obviously my presence here is a tad hard to stomach, and frankly it won't get us anywhere. I will be working with the Order to help bring down Voldemort and his Death Eaters, but I cannot help effectively if everyone has a problem with me.

Albus will explain everything when I'm gone; he knows everything there is to know about me. Once you've all accepted that I'm here to stay and that I will not be catering to your emotions then I might share with you what I know. As it is, a meeting like this just can't happen every time I attend. I can easily not give a damn about what happens to the rest of you, it will not be hard for me to just do this for Albus, Ron and Mione, but honestly, I don't know if I'd be happy with the kind of person that would make me.

So I'm leaving. It was a pleasure meeting all of you, mayhap next time we meet it will be in a much friendlier atmosphere, and maybe I won't need to use skills more useful in warfare."

With that he nodded once to Dumbledore and then followed Ron out of the room with Hermione following behind him. Dumbledore's eyes followed his protégé out the room, devoid of twinkle but full of understanding.

Once he was out of the room, he gave his attention back to those still remaining and popped a lemon drop in his mouth, before magically sending wands back to their rightful owner. He then sat in comfortable silence, stroking Fawkes, and scrutinizing each of them over his half moon glasses, enjoying watching them squirm in their seats.

Stepping out of the castle the trio looked at each other.

"So? Where to now?" Harry questioned abstractedly, mind still on the previous debacle.

It was Ron who answered, seeing that they all needed a distraction from the nights events.

"Why don't we go to Muggle London? We can eat at Assaggi and then grab a movie, then we can take a look around, it'll be good for you Harry to re-familiarise yourself with London. Even if it's dark, you know how missions are; they don't usually take place in daylight hours."

They all agreed and then after Harry reconstructed his Glamour, disapparated to an alley in Chepstow Place, just across the road from an Italian Restaurant which bore the name, Assaggi.

Harry looked at the eatery, eyes glazed, overwhelmed by his memories. So much had happened in this place and he had never thought he'd ever eat here again with friends.

"Come on Harry," Hermione said gently, "let's go in."

As the trio reminisced and travelled London, the Order meeting was still in session, with a now fully revived James and Sirius participating.

Currently the room was now deathly quiet, a few of the members had overstepped the line and angered their powerful leader, so much so, that the old wizard had to raise his voice and demand silence.

Fury and Irritation clearly evident in his voice he regarded them all with disappointed eyes.

"I have explained all I can about Harry, you may believe what you choose to believe. I have told you his life story, every trial, every adventure. Save for Hermione, Ron and myself, you now know just as much as others from his dimension have ever known.

Just like many other things that cannot be discussed outside of these meetings, he too will be added to that list."

Voice dropping in volume, yet still no less deadly, he made it absolutely clear for all the members to understand.

"You have your doubts about him, but you will not have any doubt for his sincerity to help our cause. If you have problems with Harry you will go about letting him know using methods that befit your maturity and your intelligence. I loathe to involve myself in conflicts concerning members of the Order.

I do not expect you all to understand him. Nor do I expect you to appreciate either his sacrifices or his actions. But you will give him the courtesy that a human being would deserve and just maybe, the same compassion that you extended Mr Weasley and Ms Granger.

For your piece of mind I will ask him to keep his glamour, until such a time as you can think of Parricida and Harry Potter as different entities."

He then curtly excused the members and as they all started to walk out the door Dumbledore's voice made them turn back.

"One more thing," he said softly. "If any of you should ever think of attacking Harry again, my wrath will be worse than any you would ever witness and rest assured, loathe or not, I will involve myself in this.

Good night"

Following Dumbledore's warning most of the Order Members at first kept themselves away from Hogwarts if they did not need to be there, and away from Harry. Over the next few days a few members braved Hogwarts voluntarily solely to get to know Harry a little bit better. They found him very easy going, intelligent, well-spoken and had a few traits that made them think of the Headmaster for some reason or other. By their third visit a few of them were nearly positive that some of the things that the Old wizard had told them were fabricated and that this Harry Potter could not harm a fly. He just seemed an all round very nice guy.

Harry himself spent a lot of time with Hermione and Ron, helping with research in Dumbledore's private library (they had found some books written in parsletongue at the back of the Headmaster's shelf) and occasionally flying around the quidditch pitch with Ron (who had taken a few weeks off from work, it helps when the head is member of the Order) and visiting London at night.

Because Ron spent so much time with Harry, Molly Weasley had taken it upon herself to find out as much as she could about this man who, according to Albus, she had practically adopted. So one day, armed with a basket of food and enough love and compassion to knock out a Dragon, she flooed to Hogwarts to meet Harry. By the end of the two hours that she had spent with the trio, she had completely and utterly made the green-eyed man her own son, especially when she found out that he had protected Ginny when they all died and then if that was not enough, paid for her wedding and then walked her down the aisle. She had cried rivers when she heard of her grandchildren, and laughed at their antics, all the while making a mental note to invite the Longbottom's over for dinner. When she left for home her food basket was empty but she had extracted a promise from Harry to come over for dinner one night as well as a promise from Ron and Hermione that they would take care of Harry.

It became obvious to all and sundry that the Weasley Matriarch held a lot of sway over her family, for over the next few days all the Weasley's had visited Harry and had unofficially adopted him as an extra member. The Weasley twins especially seemed to get along with him very well, so much that they spent a night at Hogwarts, bunking in Harry's room with Ron, talking into the daylight hours, and then leaving with lots of parchments and an almost starry-eyed expression.

Harry's interaction with the Weasley's seemed to break the ice for more Order members, and by the end of the second month, Harry had already met and spoken to most of the members of the Order, excluding the spies.

His own meeting with his parents was rather stilted and highly uncomfortable for all involved, and highly painful for Harry. Since their one meeting, he decided that he wouldn't do it again anytime soon, and went out of his way to avoid them wherever possible including turning down invitations from Lily or Remus. They seemed to understand, but it didn't ease the envy and hurt for Lily whenever she saw Molly fussing over Harry during Order Meetings, it was times like that when she felt like hitting her husband over his stubborn head.

She was just glad that their twin sons got along with Harry very well, on occasion they would receive owls from them about how 'cool' he was, and how he was a 'genius' and details of every new thing that he had taught them. McGonagall also sent her a letter telling her how happy she was that Mathew and Daniel were now so well behaved. After reading it she yearned even more just to be able to talk to her son, but she couldn't take sides right now, not when her husband was just so adamant of his hatred for him. She just didn't know what it would take to break down the wall between them. She would have settled for dislike, just as long as she could get to know him.

That opportunity finally came just a week before Christmas, Six months after Harry had first arrived. She got to know exactly how deadly both versions of her son were.

Parricida decided to visit Hogsmeade, and it wasn't for Christmas shopping.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Alright it's short. I know! I'm sorry, but reality decided to visit during my trip and I knew that if I didn't get a chapter out now I'd be overwhelmed with all my assignments and such. I'd be more then happy to write an extra chapter if someone out their takes Computer Science and can take my test for me. :looks around hopefully: Anyone??

So as you can see Harry and real family are not getting along very well, realistically I wouldn't expect them to anyway. Regardless of the fact that both James and Lily might have wanted to know the Harry that they could have had (in the second chapter), but when faced with him physically, it was hard to get over already stone-set emotions.

Not much action here I'm afraid, but then I'm not a very action-y sort of person, maybe in the next chapter?

I'm not going to answer reviews right now, but I will be addressing them in the next chappy. Reason being is that I need to get this up before my net account runs out, and right now I'm sitting on 13cents.

So I'll see you all next chapter, again I apologise for the length of the story, and if there are any errors I apologise for that too. I hope I've explained away the whole 'Harry looks like James' thing that Von came up with, if not, then just ignore it and blame it on bad story writing skills.

Thank you everyone for reviewing, and most especially for reading.

Until next time.

Stahchild & Ambrosia