"He looks just like you, Harry," said a girl's voice from his right.
"Not like me. Like…" said a boy's voice from his left.
"Bloody hell, Harry. He looks just like…" said another's boy's voice from the same direction.
"My dad."
James opened his eyes. He looked at the three people staring down at him, his eyebrows scrunched together. Everything was blurry. He reached up to touch his face and felt that his glasses had been taken off.
"Glasses…" he groaned, sitting up. His head screamed and he quietly lay back down. The only girl of the three handed James his round, black glasses and he put them on. After blinking a few times, James' attention turned to one of the boys. He had black hair, messy and ruffled like his. A pointed chin like his, glasses like his, everything was identical to James.
Except for his eyes.
His eyes were very familiar, but James couldn't quite put a name to them.
"Are you alright?" said the other boy. This one had red hair and freckles.
"Where am I?" asked James. He looked around the room. It looked …
"You're at Hogwarts," said the girl.
"But the year's over. Why am I here? What year are you in?"
"It's Winter Break. School isn't over yet. We're in fifth."
James sat up so hard that the three people backed up. "It's not Winter Break. I just got off the Hogwarts Express. I was going home. Sirius was all bummed about—"
"Wait!" said the black-haired boy. "Sirius? Sirius Black?"
"Yeah," said James slowly. "How many guys at Hogwarts are named Sirius?"
"You- you're not … James Potter are you?"
"Yeah. Hey, do I know you guys?"
The girl and red-headed boy looked at the other one worriedly.
"I- I'm Harry…" said the boy with the black hair.
After a silent and awkward pause, the other too hurriedly introduced themselves.
"I'm Ron. Ron Weasley," said the other boy.
"Hermione Granger," said the girl.
They both held out their hands and James looked at the two hands, wondering what to do next. He looked scared. "Uh…" he said. "How do you know my name … Harry?"
Harry looked as if he had just inhaled a watermelon. His nose was red and his eyes were fluttering from what looked like shock.
"You- James …h…" he managed.