"Hi...I'm...," he started to talk to me but was cut off by Hermione
"Mr. Potts, may I remind you again that you are not allowed up here," she asked

"Wait," I said, stopping Hermione. She looked startled. "What did you say your name was?"

"Potts. Henry Potts. Why?" I stared at him in astonishment. Did no one else see it? Why was Hermione acting as though this boy was not a replica of Harry himself? Henry Potts, Harry Potter... Think...

"I'm sorry but... you look so familiar. Hermione, who does he look like?" I said with a note of urgency in my voice.

"What are you talking about, Ginny? We don't know anyone that looks like him. Honestly! Who do we know with blonde hair and green eyes, hmm?"

"What?" I asked. I blinked furiously. I then looked up at the boy... he was not the same boy. This boy no longer had messy black hair. He had ear length blond, wavy hair. His eyes were vibrant green but not as radiant as they had seemed only seconds ago.

"Oh... I... I'm sorry. I-"

"It's okay," the boy muttered.

"Come on, Henry," Hermione beckoned the boy out of my room.

"Yes Professor Granger," the boy replied, seemed slightly disappointed.

"Come back sometime, Henry," I called after him. The boy turned and I gasped. He once again had jet black hair and... he... winked. I shook my head and stared back at him but by that time he had already left after Hermione.

Stop it. Don't be foolish. Harry's dead. STOP.

I laid in bed that night, gently stroking my stomach. There was no kicking as et but I waited for the day that it would start.

That boy, Henry Potts...It was as if he had a double personality. First he was like Harry, winking and smiling at me, and then he was the normal Henry, shy and startled. What was I going to do with this new 'seeing things' obsession?

The weekend came and I was fast asleep in my bed one midnight.
It was a nightmare.

"Shut it up! Shut that fg baby up!" yelled some wizard from far off as he drew his wand
Out of no where, a boy I didn't recognize came and did a flying tackle at the adult wizard. He didn't look strong or fit but he had the advantage of surprise. The first man lost hold of his wand and I lunged for it. I held it up and aimed it at the man. I let a curse go and the baby let out a scream. The boy felt the wetness of blood against him and moved. He put out a hand and reached for me. He touched my leg and I opened my eyes to see him. Weeping, I staggered towards him and fell to my knees beside him.
"Are you ok," I whispered, putting my hands to his face to touch him. As I did, he opened his arms and pulled me into his body .All around them, there was yelling. The baby cried so I scooped her into my arms. The man cradled me and the baby in his arms and for one moment he seemed certain, that nothing else mattered.
"I'm glad your safe Ginny...I'm glad you and our daughter are safe," he whispered as he held me
"Harry," I whispered as I went to grip him back.

I awoke, tears running down my face. I could no longer feel Harry's arms around me. I could feel the slight warmth of some blankets covering me... My room was quite dark all day as I kept the curtains of my room drawn. It being Saturday I had no visits from Hermione and Ron as they didn't have to teach.
I felt desperate for company...

Suddenly, a knock on my door made me jump.
"Come...in," I gulped, hoping it wasn't someone out to hurt me
My door creaked slowly open and Henry Potts stepped into the room.
"Sorry if I scared you," he said quietly as he closed the door "Just wanted to come up and see you,"
"Why?" I asked
"Cause...Well...Your cute and...Well...I thought you'd like the company," stuttered Henry
I smiled at him, he looked cute with the blonde hair. For once I didn't see Harry in him.

"Come on in Henry," I said patting the area of the bed beside me to indicate that he could sit there.
Henry smiled a childish smile and walked into the room.
"So Henry...You got any homework?" I asked wanting to make conversation.
"A killer potions essay from Professor Snipe, a practicing homework off Professor Weasly and I've got a transfiguration essay to write," replied Henry.
"Want some help? I was pretty ok with potions and Snipe can be a greasy git," I said plainly

Henry sat quietly and somewhat awkwardly while doing his work. I watched him like a hawk, not that I meant to. It was just curiosity. The fact that when I first met him he was a replica of Harry Potter still bothered me. What bothered me more was that as soon as I blinked, those distinct green eyes that belonged to Harry disappeared.
I want to understand...

Time seemed to fly by and when it became almost curfew, Henry stood up.
"Will you be coming back on the Quidditch team for the game?" he asked hopefully
"I'll talk Hermi, I mean Professor Granger, into letting me," I replied
"Cool! I'll seeya at the game next Saturday!" he smiled and left
I smiled inwardly for a while.
What a sweet kid