"Prongs, what's going on?" The dark haired boy asked...the dark haired boy with the same eyes as Sirius.
"Nothing, just felt a little woozy. It's passed now, I had you scared though". Harry cracked what he hoped would be a convincing grin.
"You geht, that was scary" Remus mused. Harry had just heard one of his professors swear; he found the thought vaguely amusing. He decided to keep up the charade, pretend you're James and hopefully the effects of the potion will pass and if they don't...well he'd bother about that later. Harry got up and started to leave the room,
"What we got next?" the looks on the others faces seemed to suggest he'd screwed it up again.
"It's Saturday, there is nothing next. James, let's get you to the hospital wing, you must have whacked your head on the way down or something." Remus looked at James in a concerned way, as if wondering the best way to get out of a triky situation.
Harry couldn't let them take him to Madame Pomfrey but the only was he was going to get out of it was by coming clean, having to tell the truth. In less than 20 minutes he had successfully convinced everyone he had gone loopy. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you" came his eventual reply; hoping they would leave it at that but knowing full well they wouldn't. The story he was about to tell was far fetched in the extreme. If they didn't believe him he had certainly got his father locked up in St Mungo's for the short term.
"Try us" Lupin, it had to be him. Pale skin sandy hair, meaning the third person was...no, he wasn't going to acknowledge him. He couldn't change anything, at least not yet. His time would come eventually.
"I just want to check something first, have any of you got a mirror or something?" Harry knew he was quite possibly giving the impression of his father being a flaming homosexual but it would simplify the explanation one way or another. He needed to know if he was in his Dad's body or if people hadn't realised just because the father and son resemblance was so strong.
"Typical James; wakes up and wants to check his looks." Sirius said with a sarcastic smile plastered across his face. Remus however was rummaging through his trunk. "Here you go" he muttered passing Harry an antique mirror with a chunky pewter frame. Looking into it he saw what he wanted to see the most, his green eyes. He looked at the spot on his forehead where his scar was; even though it was obscured by his mop of hair it was just visible to those who knew where to look. How was he going to approach this without sounding like a madman? Harry decided to launch straight into it; at least he still looked like Harry Potter.
"I don't think I should tell you this. It will probably screw things up somewhere but I am not James Potter. I'm called Harry and Ron and Hermione who I was talking about before are my best friends at Hogworts, where I'm a sixth year Gryffindor." Harry looked round to see 3 disbelieving faces.
"Nice try, but you have get up earlier than that to catch us out." Sirius laughed, that bark like laugh he had heard so many times before. "Look at me...I have Green eyes not hazel like James" Harry lifted his fringe "and I have this beastie on my head."
"That's an easy thing to do, changing eye colour you learn in forth year and a scar can be done with muggle make up or anything" Obviously Sirius was still not convinced.
Harry knew it would be hard to persuade people otherwise but these 3 would work out something was wrong instantaneously. For starters Harry didn't know anything about his father really, so how was he supposed to know how he acted, even basic question such as when is James' date of birth would have him flustered. This was safer, as soon as someone learnt about this then the better help he would get pretending to be someone he wasn't. However this was infuriating him. How could he prove anything?
"OK, use the map and read my name on it why don't you? Or if you can get your hands on any verituserum I'd tell you exactly the same." With this Remus yet again started rummaging through his trunk, eventually pulling out a piece of parchment a lot newer looking than the battered old map Harry used back in 1996. Tapping his wand on it while saying "I do solemnly swear I am up to no good" lines started to etch across the parchment, Remus paled when he saw the name before taking a deep breath and stating
"He's right, you can't trick the map."
