WARNINGS: This is very much a slash story, you have been warned. Swearing is pretty big, so watch out.

DISCLAIMER: I am so pissed...J.K Rowling got the credit for Harry Potter. Lucky bitch. (You still gotta love her! She's brilliant!) That's it.

A/N: thank you all for your reviews! I love reviews...they make me feel all fuzzy!

Chapter Two: "They're very much alive."

"Well..." Dumbledore trailed off, looking at the four boys. How had this happened? Then he chuckled slightly to himself, causing the boys to look at him.

"What, may I ask, would be so funny?" The other Harry asked.

"Nothing, my boy." Dumbledore cleared his throat, "Now, may I ask who you are?"

"Harry, sir, Harry Potter."

"No way in HELL!" Yelled the normal Harry. The other Harry looked at him.

"Excuse me? And who are you?"

"Harry Potter!"

"I am Harry!"

"Shh, baby, calm down," The other Draco soothed, planting a few kisses on his neck. A strange sound came from the normal Draco.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked, looking at his other self.

"Comforting my boyfriend, what does it look like?" the other Draco answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Your WHAT?!" Draco yelled, startled, looking between the other snuggling Harry and Draco.

"His boyfriend, you have a bloody problem?" The other Harry snarled, slipping an arm around Draco's waist. Everyone was quiet until Dumbledore said,

"Please, we cannot call both of you Harry and Draco...it will get quite confusing. We will call you two," He pointed to the Harry and Draco that fell, "J.T. and Xander. Harry, you will be J.T. and Draco, you will be Xander."

"Why?" Both of them asked. Dumbledore did nothing but shrug. He didn't have an answer for that, he had no idea where he had gotten the idea for the names, they had just popped into his head.

"Fine, but..." J.T. trailed off and Xander took over,

"How are we going to get back?" The other Draco, now called Xander, asked.

"We will have to work on that, I'm afraid. I have an idea, though." Everyone looked questioningly as him, waiting for him to continue, "I have just punished Harry and Draco here to spend a month alone together and not be allowed out with the exception for quidditch. I think I may change that."

"What do you mean, sir," Harry asked hopefully, "Does that mean we get out of the punishment?"

"Oh, dear me, no," Dumbledore chuckled. Harry scowled at him. "You will still have to stay together, but J.T and Xander are going to be staying with you. And now you all will be going to classes as normal, but everyday you must eat dinner in your rooms. You will also have to spend a certain amount of time each day in those areas." Everyone nodded.

"What about clothes and such?" Xander asked.

"Tomorrow is a Hogsmeade day, you four will be allowed to go. And do not think of splitting up because tonight while you all sleep the spells will be place. You cannot harm one another and you cannot split up while out unless I allow it, which means you will have to ask me permission."

"Yes, sir," They chorused.

"Ok, now, go to your rooms. These are directions," He handed J.T a slip of paper, "When you arrive at breakfast tomorrow I will announce what has happened." With that the teens left and walked in silence. Finally J.T. spoke up,

"So," He said quietly, "You two aren't together?" He sounded as if he was dreading the answer.

"Hell no, I wouldn't go near that thing with a ten-foot pole," Draco stated disgusted. No one but J.T. noticed the look on Harry's face when Draco said that. J.T. knew that look, how could he not, it was him after all? The look was of melancholy and disappointment. Though after a moment Draco noticed and said something,

"What, Potter, like me do you? Sad I don't like you back?" Harry turned beet red and said,

"Fuck you, Malfoy."

"You would like that, wouldn't you? I bet you dream of it every night after you dream of your dead mudblood mother and worthless father." Next thing Draco knew a fist hit his face and he was knocked into a wall, hands on the scruff of his shirt.

"You shut the fuck up about my family, Malfoy, you have no right." Draco just smirked. Oh, a soft spot.

"What, feeling guilty for getting them killed, for killing your bloody godfather? Wait...then there was Remus; you killed him too, didn't you? Got the Weasel hurt as well, almost killed him and the mudblood in your fifth year." By then Harry was shaking with rage, tears welling in his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall, he never let them fall. Tightening his hold on Draco's shirt he said in a somewhat shaking deathly low voice,

"Yes, Malfoy, is that what you wanted to hear? I killed everyone that has ever loved me. It's my fucking fault, happy now? Are you FUCKING HAPPY?!" Harry roughly pushed him back and then let go. "Why are you so goddamn rude? Does it make you feel any better? Putting people down like that?"

"Harry?" Came a small voice from behind him. He turned to see Xander looking at him wide-eyed.

"What?" He said, trying to calm his voice. Xander opened his arms, but Harry didn't move.

"You may not be my Harry," He looked at J.T, "But your still Harry, and it hurts me so damn much to see you in pain." He had tears in his eyes and J.T hugged him close. Harry looked back at Draco, then the happy couple, and then stormed off. He reached the room first and spoke the password, "Merlin" and ran into the bathroom and promptly vomited. Then again, and again, and again, until he was dry heaving. When he didn't stop he began to shake, getting worried. Sometimes he got into these fits where he couldn't stop throwing up and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Harry?" It was his own voice behind the door. Harry once again dry heaved and the door open, J.T walking through it and closing it once again. "Oh fuck," He said in a shaking voice. Harry was beginning to throw up blood.

"What?" Harry rasped out between coughs.

"Dra- I mean Xander, get in here!" Xander came through the door a moment later and looked at Harry who was kneeling on the floor, and then to his boyfriend. Finally Harry stopped, flushed the toilet again, and brushed his teeth with the toothbrush and toothpaste he found in the medicine cabinet.

"Sorry," He mumbled to the worried faces.

"What happened?" J.T asked.

"When I get nervous or upset or something, I do that. Well, that's what's been happening lately, anyway. I just can't stop it." He shrugged and rubbed his stomach, which felt very uneasy. His throat was burning with bile and the smell in his mouth just wouldn't go away for him. He smelled what he tasted and it wasn't nice.

"Maybe you should eat something?" Xander suggested.

"No, I won't be able to keep it down. Besides, I just flushed my dinner down the toilet." After a very long moment of silence J.T. said,

"I think we should all sit down and talk." Harry nodded and followed the two out to the living room area where Draco was already sitting, looking at the ground, face full of shame. Harry sat down on the other side of the couch, as far away as possible. Xander sat on a chair, and J.T. sat on his lap. That was so weird for Harry and Draco to see.

"I'm sorry, Potter," Draco mumbled finally.

"I'm sorry...did a Malfoy just apologies to a Potter?" Harry said.

"Yes, I bloody well did." Draco snapped.

"Ok!" J.T. yelled, "No fighting."

"Do you..." Harry began, looking towards J.T.

"'Do I what?" J.T. prompted.

"Do you live with the Dursley's?" Harry asked.

"No...why would I? Those horrible muggles." Harry looked up at JT.

"What?"

"Harry...you said your parents were dead...and Siri and Remy...is that true?" Harry looked away immediately. These were not things he wished to discuss.

"Yes...aren't they where you live?"

"No...Remy and Siri are very much alive...so are Lily and James...my mum and dad."

A/N: OOO!! Duh duh duh!!! Cliffy. It's seriously not a long chapter but I was really board and this was all I could come up with. I haven't decided how Harry was going to act to hearing this other Harry's life. Also, I have no idea why I chose JT and Xander for their names. Just came to my head. What do you think? Got any suggestions? Really, I've just read a good fic, and it was pretty long and took me couple of days to read, but now I'm looking for yet another good one. Got one, please share! (Raven: share with me too please!) Click the little GO button...it likes to be click. Click, click away, you know you like to.

Remember: Smurfs are your friends, not your enemies.

-Cherry

(And Raven! Well...sorta...not really...I'll just go sulk in the corner now...)