Things Will Never Be The Same Chapter 7: Get over it, a harry potter fanfic

No one ever lies straight to your face
And no one ever stabbed you in the back
You might think I'm happy
But I'm not gonna be ok

Everybody always gave you what you wanted
You never had to work it was always there
You don't know what it's like
What it's like

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked
When you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
When no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like...

Monica sat on the bank of the lake; there were clouds in the sky, which seemed to be reflecting David's face. How long had he been waiting?

"Dave," she started, not sure what to say.

"Mon," he said at the same time. He laughed slightly, and it hitched. Monica was surprised to realise he'd been crying. "I'm sorry, go first."

"No, you go, I don't know what I was going to say," Monica admitted.

"Ok," David took a deep breath. "You know that Ginny's back in the castle right?" Monica nodded. Where was this going? "Did you also know that Harry Potter's here, too?"

"No..." Monica said slowly. "There was a rumour going around at breakfast, but Dumbledore denied it. He made a big speech about starting rumours... so, he really is?"

"Yes, he is... did you know that he and Ginny had a child? A son...?"

Monica nodded her head. "I had been told, a long time ago... but I guess I haven't really thought about it." Monica said, starting to understand what he was trying to say... it made sense after all... David was a very good combination of both... from the pictures of Harry she had seen...

"I'm that son," David said. Monica stared at him mouth open. "My name's James David Potter, and they expect me to be him... but I'm not. I'm David Martin..."

Monica put an arm around his shoulders, well, tried, she was a bit small, and settled for patting his opposite shoulder blade. "You don't have to do anything you don't want, Dave..." she started.

"I know," he said, sounding frustrated, "but I don't know what I want, Mon. They turn up out of the blue, after all this time not even knowing who my mother was, or where my father was, and expect to play happy family... it's what I've always wanted... but I don't know why, now I feel I'd rather them go away... Harry was in the hospital wing this morning, and he wants me to take the day off tomorrow, and they're going to take me to Diagon Alley, because Harry hasn't been there in thirteen years or something... I don't know what to do!"

David threw his hands up in frustration and Monica pulled him into a hug.

"You don't know what it's like..." he said. He was shaking, and Monica could feel a wet patch on her shoulder. "You've always had family, someone there for you... I grew up in an orphanage. I don't know how to have a real family... I mean, I know I have Dumbledore, but it's not the same. He's my great, great, great uncle or something, but... I don't live with him. He didn't even know I was alive still until I started Hogwarts... he thought I was dead." David laughed bitterly.

"You've got us," Monica reminded him, "even if you weren't related by blood, you're still part of our family. I honestly don't know why you don't come to stay in the holidays," she said. "Mum and dad would be happy to have you..."

"Yes, but not for me. They wanted me to stay because I reminded them of Harry, even if they didn't know why. The Lovegood's offered for me to stay with them too, but I just can't. I have my friends in the orphanage, too, you know. I have a brother. Well, not really a brother... but I trust him as one, and he knows all about me, and our world..."

Monica was shocked. "Is he a muggle?" she exclaimed.

"Yes, he is. Do you have a problem with that?" David growled.

"No, of course not. David, get over it," Monica said sharply. David looked at her, surprised. "Not everyone is against you, most people think you're wonderful! They don't know who your father is!" He had to stop wallowing in his depressing loneliness... he had to realise that people cared for him, really cared for him.

"Sorry, Mon, I'm a git, I know." David sighed. "I can't help it... welcome to my life," he said, laughing bitterly.

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Ginny got dressed nervously, she could see Harry in the mirror sitting behind her, laughing quietly.

"What?" she asked, "it's not funny! We have to make a good impression... come on. Get dressed, Harry! Your clothes are hanging up over there," Ginny said, turning and pointing to his clothes hanging on the door of their cupboard. Harry rolled his eyes and got up and grabbed his clothes.

"It probably wont matter how we dress Gin, I don't think he's like that. That dress looks lovely on you," he added. Ginny was wearing a blue muggle dress, that fit her quite nicely, Harry decided.

"Those clothes don't look lovely in your hand, now put them on," Ginny ordered. Harry did as he was told. "Thanks," she added.

"You're welcome. Are you going to put a jumper on? It's rather cold out..."

"Yes," Ginny said, "you're right. What one should I wear Harry? Oh... he's going to think I'm an old biddy!"

Harry laughed quietly at Ginny's hysterics, and he, now dressed, walked over to her as she looked through the cupboard, and he put his arms around her waist...

"You're not an old biddy, you're a beautiful young lady, and he wont be worried how you look, you're his mother," Harry reminded Ginny.

"What about James? Are we going to tell him why we're here? It's not fair that we've left him with Jane and Mark..."

"James loves Australia, he loves the farm... I don't think it would worry him enough for him to want to come anyway. Did you see Julia? I saw her the other day..."

"I think we should tell him where we are, Harry, so he can make up his mind and see if he wants to come too, even if only to see Julia..."

"You're right, I suppose..." Harry sighed.

"Look at the time!" Ginny almost squealed. "We can't be late!" She grabbed a jumper and quickly put it on.

Harry grabbed her wrist. "Today is about James Potter, not James Jamison, ok? We'll both write to James and see if he wants to come and stay with us, he can go to school here, if he likes. I'm sure Molly will look after the house, and she'll boss every one around so the farm will be fine... Today is... David's day." Harry said.

"You said David, Harry," Ginny remarked as they left the room.

"Well, he doesn't want to be a James... or a Jamison, I believe. If it's David Martin he wants to be, we'll have to learn to live with it."

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Dear Julz,

Guess what?! You're never going to believe this, but I'm coming to Hogwarts! Mum and dad are over there now, have you seen them? They've seen you apparently. How're you doing? Are you having fun? Excited?

I cant wait to come, I don't know if I'll actually be going to school there, mum and dad are going to see the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, to see if something can be arranged.

Something else as well... I have a brother there! Do you know David Martin? Well, he's in Gryffindor and apparently he's my brother. I've never heard of him before, and I don't know why his name isn't Jamison, but oh well. Maybe they changed it at the orphanage. Apparently he grew up in an orphanage! I was lucky that mum and dad adopted me; I would have hated that...

I'm not supposed to tell anyone this yet, so will you please not tell anyone either? I'm just so excited! Mum and dad are going to talk to me before they tell David about me, they have something important to tell me, they said... I have no idea what that's about.

Well I have to go, Professor Goricki is about to hurt me if I don't put this away, man I don't like him... how can you stand Aus Quidditch with him around? Gotta go!

Luv ya, James Jamison.

Julia stared at the letter, she didn't know what to do... James was coming here... and he was David's brother? This wasn't happening... Julia still had feelings for James, but she also had them for David, too... and they were brothers! Even if only by default...

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Yesterday hadn't been too bad, David reflected as he lay in his bed, early Wednesday morning. Harry and Ginny had met him outside the school gates so they wouldn't be seen...

"Good morning," Harry said. "How did you sleep, David?"

Enough of the pleasantries already...

"Fine," David said stiffly. Atleast he had called him David, not James.

Ginny looked close to tears, already. He really didn't need a show of waterworks this early in the morning.

"How are you, both?" he asked, forcing a smile for Ginny's sake.

They had then continued into muggle London, via the Knight Bus, where they had spent the morning, Harry and Ginny offering to buy him something every ten minutes. They had then eaten lunch in a muggle café, and David had grudgingly allowed them to pay for him.

After muggle London they went to Diagon Alley, where the two had talked for about half an hour with Tom Jr, the man who owned the Leaky Cauldron. They said their names were Alicia and Harry Jameson, which had annoyed David to no end.

"David Martin! Relatives of yours?" Tom had asked as he had stepped in with the two. He continued, not waiting for an answer. "That's wonderful! I suppose now that you've found them you'll be living with them? Where are you from?"

"Australia," Harry had supplied. "We used to live in England, but left soon after Voldemort was defeated."

After they had escaped Tom they continued into Diagon Alley. First they went to Gringotts, and David was amazed at the amount of gold, and silver, and jewels and other valuable looking things were hidden in the vault.

David felt decidedly uncomfortable, sitting there in the cart, while they got their money.

"Did you need anything, David?" Ginny had asked. He had declined.

Harry had then dragged them to the quidditch shop, where he was just like a little boy admiring his first broom.

"I haven't flown for years..." he whispered, running his hand across the newest broom, a 'Sleek '04'. "These are amazing..."

David stood to one side, as Harry told him stories about when he was young and played quidditch, but just as he was starting to feel comfortable and connect with Harry, because he seemed like a real person and not someone straight out of a story book, Harry had come out of his little trance, and apologised for getting all emotional. They had left after that, David and Harry both eyeing the broom as they left. He wouldn't say it, but David had wanted that broom for a while now, he had just never had the money...

Over all, the day had been alright, but David still didn't feel like he belonged with these two, who were so in love, and happy.

"Come on David, are you going to get dressed?" Robert asked as he pulled on a pair of black trousers. Daniel, Mike Howard and Simon Baker had already gone it seemed.

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"He'll be here any minute Harry and we haven't even worked out what to say!" Ginny said hysterically.

"We're just going to have to be plain about it. We shouldn't have lied yesterday Ginny, to young Tom, it just complicates things. It was just lucky we had changed our appearances. We may be able to pretend it wasn't us..." Harry sighed, putting his head in his hands and sitting down.

There was a knock on the door and Ginny went to open it. "Mum!"

"James! Darling! How are you?" Harry looked up and smiled. James' fair hair was soaking, and his blue eyes were happy, with rain drops pouring down his face, dripping from his hair onto the carpet. Harry smiled at him, as Ginny started to fuss over him and took him to the bathroom. James made a face and grinned at Harry behind Ginny's back. He laughed.

"Good to see ya dad!" he said laughingly as his mother dragged him around the corner to the bathroom.

Well here goes... Harry though.

James and Ginny came back and James was dry. "Where's your stuff?" Harry asked, trying to forestall the moment for a little to give him and Ginny a bit more thinking time.

"Mr Weasley's bringin' 'em up," James said. "What did you need to talk about? I want to meet David!"

Harry sighed. "First off, James, sit down. His name's not actually David," he said when James had sat.

"What?"

"His name is James Potter, his real name is, anyway. He calls himself David Martin," Ginny continued.

"Why James Potter? Would'n'it be James Jamison? Or's he adopted as well? Harry Potter's child, per'aps?" James asked, eyes wide. "Imagine that!"

"Yes, James, he is, but he's my child, and Ginny's. My name is Harry Potter," Harry said, "don't interrupt," he added as James went to butt in. "Not Harry Jamison, and your Mum is Ginny Potter, her maiden name is Weasley." Harry took the charm off himself that he's put on before James had arrived, and it showed him as how he really looked. James stared.

"Huh?" he asked unintelligently.

Ginny sighed. This would probably take a while...

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David went down to old Hagrid's Hut, as it was known, with Robert where he was to have Care of Magical Creatures. He'd been asked by all the people that knew what was going on how yesterday was, and he's answered Ok.

Professor Patil stood waiting for them, smiling as the students arrived. It was Gryffindor and Slytherin. David was lucky not to have any enemies in Slytherin, in fact, the rift between the houses was almost closed since Voldemort had been defeated, it was now just rivalry like with any other house... Robert had trouble with a couple of them, though.

They were learning about centaurs, and had a special guest, Firenze, who was also their divination teacher, who was to talk about his kind. Though he insisted that he wasn't a creature, to be owned by a human, he had a mind of his own, and as such, didn't need to be cared for, but it was an interesting lesson all the same.

Halfway through the lesson a horseless carriage had made its way up to the castle. It wasn't actually horseless though, and David could see the graceful, peculiar looking Thestrals pulling it.

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James Jamison was having a pretty rough day. His parents had arranged for a portkey for him over the night, and he'd arrived in Britain early... then he'd been told his mum and dad weren't who he thought they were, but were famous... not just farmers in the Aussie outback... then he'd had to wander around all day, with nothing to do while his parents talked to the headmaster about him... and he hadn't seen Julia anywhere.

"JAMES!!!"

James spun around, a grin spreading across his face as the blonde girl ran up to him and tackled him to the ground in a fierce hug. They lay there laughing. James was quite aware of all the people around as they sat on the stone floor in the entrance hall, hugging each other, Julia talking at a hundred miles an hour.

"Julz," James said, trying to make her be quiet. It didn't work, he put his finger to her mouth and she quieted immediately. James was satisfied. "I really wanna hear everything ya gotta say," he laughed, "but can we go to me parents room?" he asked her.

"Sure!"

Just then his parents came over to them anyway, and a hush had fallen over the students as they stopped making their way to the Great Hall for lunch.

"James, come with us, mate," Harry said to him, grinning and pulling both him and Julia up by the hands. "Julia, it's so good to see you love!" he added and kissed her cheek. James saw Julia looked confused, afterall his dad looked a little different without the glamour charms, but he shrugged at her and grinned. "Come with us too, I'm sure you and James have heaps to catch up on! I'm sure Professor Granger wont mind you missing transfiguration."

James and Julia slung their arm around each others shoulders and followed the two, James grinning unashamedly at Julia. She laughed.

None of them noticed as a young man, who looked almost identical to Harry, wandered off to the Great Hall, feeling rather dejected.

"Oh James, it's so wonderful to see you! I've missed you so much!" Julia said as she and James walked out to the lake, everyone else was in their last lesson, and after having lunch in the Jamison's room Julia and James had escaped, James promising to be back to talk more before dinner.

The air was a little chilly and James held Julia close for warmth, well, that was his excuse anyway. Julia didn't seem to mind though and rested her head on his chest as they sat on the cool grass. James held her hands in his, resting them on her stomach.

"How's Australia, James?" Julia asked quietly, as she watched the giant squid making ripples in the water, sticking a tentacle up every now and then.

"As it always is," James murmured closing his eyes, and resting his head on hers. "But it's not the same without you there."

"Don't lie, James," Julia said softly. It was so comfortable here... she could stay like this forever. Julia tilted her head so she could see James, he opened his eyes in protest.

"I am not lying, Julia, it really isn't the same. Not for me. I have missed you so much." He kissed her on the top of the head and put his hand to her neck... she smelt so sweet...

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Welcome to my life

Welcome to my life...

David glanced out the window, as the sky darkened, and immediately wished he hadn't. That boy... James, was laying on the bank with Julia resting against him... he was massaging her shoulder, and pulling back her hair, and kissing her on the head, and sometimes cheek... David felt abnormally jealous as he watched them...

"Mr Martin, may I ask what you find so interesting about my window?"

David started as Ms Granger bent down towards him. Everyone else had started transfiguring their clips into worms... the were practicing their non-living to living transfigurations...

Robert was looking at David worriedly and he quickly looked back to Professor Granger.

"Nothing, Professor," David said, looking down at his clip.

"I'm not about to believe that, David." Professor Granger, taking his preoccupation the wrong way, said "give them a chance, David, they're lovely people... I met James, he's wonderful, too." She smiled at him and walked away.

What was so wonderful about James? David thought bitterly. He looked back out the window. He's just a blonde, bubbly, bstard...

"Dave, you ok?" Robert asked him. "You still haven't changed your clip..."

"I know!" David snapped, rounding on him. "Why can't people just believe I'm fine for once?" He looked to the window, Julia and James were gone.

Unexplainable anger overtook David and he got up, knocking his chair over, shoved his text book and quill into his bad, wand in his pocket, and stormed out of the classroom, without a word to Professor Granger who was calling out for him to come back.

He though of going to the Gryffindor Common Room, but changed his mind and went on to the Headmaster's office.

"Monkey Marmalade," he growled at the gargoyle.

David didn't care if he was busy, he didn't even knock, he just walked straight in and, fuming, stopped dead in his tracks. Seated before Dumbledore's desk was Harry and Ginny Potter, James and their Defence Professor, Professor Roland.

"David, what a pleasant surprise!" Dumbledore said calmly. "Would you like to come in?"

"And bust up the family meeting? I wouldn't dream of it, Professor," David growled and left, taking the steps two at a time. He heard someone coming after him, but he didn't stop to look who it was. He had to get out of here...

'What's my problem?' David wondered, and he stopped suddenly, sinking to the floor, he didn't know where he was, nor did he care. Breathing heavily David opened his eyes, as he heard footsteps approaching him. James was there. He stood quietly, obviously trying to think of something to say, and this angered David to no end...

'Settle down!' he demanded in his head... 'stop it stop it stop it stop it.'

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James was alarmed when David stopped suddenly, sinking down against a wall. He approached at a much slower rate, and David opened his eyes and looked at him. James didn't know what to say... David looked so much like Harry, and he suddenly felt he didn't really belong in this family after all.

David had his eyes closed again and was banging his head on the wall softly. Slightly panicked James looked around for someone. He had no idea where they were. Deciding there was no one around, James sank down against the wall too, next to David. He didn't know what else to do...

"What do you want?" David asked quietly, his eyes still closed, but he'd stopped hitting his head. That was something, surely?

"I wanna get to know you," James said carefully. This guy really didn't seem very nice. "Do you wanna tell me what's wrong?" he asked, and was surprised when David didn't reply bitingly.

"You wouldn't understand..." he mumbled. "You've got a family who loves you, you-..."

"For starters," James said, "so do you. And you're not the only one who's suddenly had something thrust upon them, I've just found out that dad's Harry Potter, and mum's Ginny Weasley. I always thought they were Harry Jamison, and Alicia Jamison, and I'm James Jamison... but see, I only found out this morning, apparently you've known for a lot longer than that. I know I've lived with them, and everything, and you probably don't believe that I ever feel left out, but really I do.

"Sometimes it feels like I'm imposing, and when I saw you... well, let's just say, I felt even more like an outsider. You're their son, their flesh and blood, and they love you, in a way I don't suppose they'll ever be able to love me."

There was a pause and James watched David's face carefully. He was deliberately not looking at James, which made him slightly pissed, but he continued to look down and play with his shoelaces, and James could feel he was uncomfortable... it wouldn't hurt to shame him a little more about the way he'd been acting...

"Y'know," James said, closing his eyes and thinking how to put it, "every July 21st they celebrate your birthday... I neva knew that, they even bought a present for each year, and they have them all at home in Australia... to suit your age... I always knew we celebrated something, but they told me it was the birthday of a lost loved one, I was always like... right... please don't get mushy. I didn't know how much it meant to them. And this is how you repay them?" James was starting to get angry at this insolent man... boy. Why was he acting so self-centred? The two most wonderful people in the world were here, to give him a home, like they'd given James a home...

"They gave up a lot, to come and see you, to meet you, to know you," James said sourly, "they're even willing to sell our house in Australia, or at least leave it and save it for me when I'm older, but it doesn't matter, I'll do whatever Julia wants, if she wants me," James noticed David stiffen. It was the first reaction he'd had... so, he was either interested in Australia, or Julia... "She's wonderful, you know? Have you met her?" He was definitely becoming sour... his eyes had narrowed slightly and his knuckles were white on his shoes.

"Met who?" he gritted out.

"Julia Stellar? Maybe you haven't, she's an exchange student from Australia."

"Yes, we've met," David said shortly.

"Ok, no need to get the shits," he chuckled.

"I don't have the shits."

"Of course not."

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Why was he being so nice? He had no right to, not when David felt like smashing him against the wall, he should be angry and ready to fight back, not laughing.

"Why are you doing this? Did they ask you to come and give me a lecture on being a good son?" David asked, trying to sound atleast half polite.

"No, of course not. I'm doing this because you're family, whether you like it or not," James said, still calmly.

"Well, I don't like it. And even so, you could never really be part of my family! You're adopted!"

He felt James still beside him, and let out a deep breath. "That was really bellow the belt, mate," he said, in a strangled kind of voice, that he manages to keep even. David didn't say anything.

James got up. "Ok, well, I tried to make a start on being a family, but if you're going to be like that I'm just not going to bother, and tell no one else to bother either, if they want my opinion. With an attitude like that I feel sorry for you, lose it. I don't feel sorry for me, even if I have no blood relations, I still have a family... no, all my condolences go to you, you poor disillusioned idiot."

David stared at him shocked, his mouth open... dumbstruck. But James just walked away calmly. David continued to stare, even after James had disappeared. He returned in a minute though, and David was still sitting against the wall.

"Wrong way," James muttered, and David thought he may have laughed if he hadn't been so dumbstruck. No one had ever talked to him like that before...