That night, Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat in the Common Room for hours on end, talking about what had happened and what might happen. They all decided it best not to mention the fact that Harry and Ron's dads were here. Harry was dead scared about how he was supposed to explain the fact that he was basically identical to James. Ron just laughed it off.

"People look like other people, Harry. It's a fact of life." Harry shrugged he didn't want to go into it with Ron. It would mean thinking back on Sirius's death…a loud crash right outside the door alerted the three students to stop talking about their…hem, hem, misadventure. They switched quickly to classes and spells. Harry tried not to look up when his father, Remus, Sirius, and Peter tumbled in, holding their sides from laughing. He focused on Hermione's lips as she told him how to counter certain spells. A heavy silence fell over the Marauders as Harry felt the gazes of four boys on his head. Then he couldn't bear it any longer and looked up.

"Hello," he said.

"Who are you and why are you in our Common Room?" Sirius asked bluntly, not bothering to be polite. Hermione bristled.

"We transferred from Owlhitch School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in London. It's nice to meet you, too." Sirius's eyes lingered on her a second longer than he meant them too. Ron and Harry grinned.

"Well, that's all fine and good, but who are you?" James asked, ruffling his hair the way Harry did. Ron shrugged, saying, "I'm Ron…Winters, this is Harry Platoon, and she's Hermione Granger." James nodded, seemingly satisfied.

"He looks like you, Prongs." Remus said, scrutinizing Harry. "And bloody hell, what a scar!" Harry looked away.

"Creepy." James said conversationally. "Do you play Quidditch?" Harry and Ron nodded. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Keeper."

"Seeker." James narrowed his eyes.

"I'm the Gryffindor Seeker." He said. Harry shrugged. James turned to Sirius. "We've got to go, Padfoot. I have a feeling McGonagall will want to see us."

"Oh, goody," Sirius said sarcastically. The four trudged out just as a pretty red head stormed in, screaming.

"POTTER I AM GOING TO KILL YOU! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO POOR SNAPE—I DON'T CARE IF HE'S A GREASY GIT, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT—" she stopped as she found herself gazing into emerald green eyes. She took a great intake of breath and backed away. "H-h-hi," she said. "I'm L-Lily Evans. Nice to m-meet you." And then she dashed out. James narrowed his eyes again.

"Lily is mine, Harry," he said. Harry backed away.

"Absolutely. I would definitely agree on that one." James looked at him once more and strutted out. Harry felt a strange sort of anger boil up in him.

"You know," he said quietly, "I'm beginning to think Snape was right. My father does strut." An awkward silence answered him. He sighed, and then randomly slammed his fist on a nearby table. "Bloody hell!" he shouted angrily. "I come all the way here and he—he—he struts!" Hermione put a hand gently on his shoulder.

"Harry," she said gently, "he's sixteen and a Quidditch star. Of course he struts. That doesn't make him a bad person! For heavens' sake, it's just a way of walking!"

Lily took several swallows of air. Who had she just seen? He had been practically a clone of James, and yet…he was…different. She heard voices and looked around the corner. The strange boy and his two friends were walking down the hall, laughing. She took a deep breath.

"Um, hello." She said awkwardly. The green-eyed boy stared at her. She wanted to melt. He was so handsome… "I'm sorry about before. I—well, you look startlingly like James Potter—it was a little strange…" she trailed of, feeling stupid. "I, ah, didn't catch your name." suddenly the boy broke out into a smile. Lily almost swooned.

"Harry," he said, his voice gentle. "Harry Po…Platoon. It's nice to meet you, Lily Evans." She smiled dreamily. Harry Platoon…

"Ron Winters."

"Hermione Granger." She smiled at the both of them, forcing herself to be normal and not throw herself into Harry's arms. Harry smiled, and Lily felt a sense of peace. It surrounded all those near him. She felt her heart to a flip.

"Well, we were just going down to get a bite to eat, if you'd like to come." Hermione's voice cut through the air. Lily smiled at her, but felt oddly jealous. Is she Harry's girlfriend?

Harry glanced at Hermione in accusation. Why is my mother acting so weird? He thought desperately. I've probably offended her, too. He sighed and then smiled. Lily got that weird look again and smiled back.

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