Hello again! I just love it when people review! Since no one told me what to do, I'll just have to explain myself. That can't be good! To MandaPants: I'm sorry, but I forgot about that stuff. I don't really read over my stuff. But I guess Harry'll just have to tell James, won't he? Or maybe not. I don't know yet. I like to make stuff up as I go, in case you hadn't noticed!
Chapter 3: An Interesting Question
"Excuse me?" Harry asked. "We don't look a thing alike!"
"Looks like someone's in denial!" Sirius joked.
"You have to admit, Harry, you do look a bit alike," Ron said truthfully. But not truthfully enough, as Remus noticed his fist was in his mouth.
"WHAT is so funny Ron? I don't see anything funny, do you, Peter?" Peter looked around at James and Harry, then at Remus. "Well, it is kinda weird that suddenly this guy turns up who looks exactly like James, except for his nose and eyes and scar." Harry and Hermione gasped. "What scar? I don't see a scar!" Sirius approached Harry and looked at him. Harry sighed and lifted up his bangs. Everyone gasped. "Gee Harry, how'd you get that?" James asked. Harry didn't know how to answer, so Hermione did it for him.
"He got it in… a car crash that killed his parents!" Harry looked at her like she had grown an extra head. "How'd you know? That's what the Dursleys always told me until Hagrid came to get me!" Harry had totally forgotten that everyone else was there. James broke the awkward silence that followed by asking, "What?"
"I think we should talk with Professor Dumbledore again, guys," Hermione said. The group turned around and walked back to the gargoyle. "What was it, Harry? Oh, that's right. Lemon drop," Sirius said, and the gargoyle sprang to the side, allowing them to go up the stairs, knock on Dumbledore's door, and enter. When they got in there, he said, "I knew this would come up soon." They all stared at him again. "You do know that I am an accomplished Legilmens, don't you?" Everyone but Harry looked perplexed. "Never mind," Dumbledore said quickly. "If I am correct, you have just realized that James and Harry look exactly alike, except for the nose, eyes, and scar. Quite a predicament, isn't it, Harry?" Harry nodded, making James look even more puzzled than usual.
"Professor, if I might, would it be a good idea?" Hermione asked, looking worried. "I mean, it could change the future, and we're not supposed to do that!" Dumbledore nodded, but said "we can erase their memories when you go back, if you wish."
"No!" Harry yelled. "I can't let you erase their memories!"
"What on earth are you talking about?" James asked. "Erase whose memories? Ours?" he asked again, an anxious look on his face.
Dumbledore chuckled. "Well, you are the anxious one, aren't you?" he joked. "Of course we'll erase your memories after telling you this!" James looked even more fretful than before. Dumbledore sighed, the twinkle in his eyes diminishing slightly. "Well, let us get on with it." He said gravely.
"Get on with what?" Peter asked. "I don't get it! Who are we Obliviating?"
"Apparently not you," Sirius muttered, causing Remus to burst out laughing.
"Ahem," Dumbledore cleared his throat. Everyone stopped exchanging lame insults to pay attention to him. "As you have obviously noticed, Harry and James look almost exactly alike," he started.
"You're stating the obvious, Professor," James said. Dumbledore looked at him over his half-moon glasses. "Sorry," James said hastily.
"The reason for their uncanny resemblance is simple: Harry is James' son." At this highly interesting piece of information, everyone, including Harry, gasped. "Wha-wha-wha…" "What James here is trying to say is, WHAT?"
Dumbledore chortled. "If you must make me repeat it, I will. Harry is James' son." At this James fainted, Sirius picked him up and put him in a chair, and muttered "Enervate," pointing at him with his wand. James sat up straight and said, "But how could I have a son? I'm only sixteen!" Dumbledore sighed.
"If you remember, when you came in here five minutes ago, I told you that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had traveled back in time. Well, they traveled 19 years in time. In their time, you are dead, James, and so are you Sirius. So is Miss Evans."
"But what does Evans have to do with it?"
Dumbledore sighed. "Lily Evans is Harry's mother, James." James fainted again. Remus picked him up this time, but didn't have to revive him with his wand. James sat up said, "Why her? Anyone but her!"
Dumbledore laughed again. "You and Miss Evans were happily married when you had Harry. But due to unfortunate circumstances, you both died at the hand of none other than Lord Voldemort." Everyone but Harry shuddered at his name, but nobody said anything.
"So are you saying, I have to marry Evans and I'm dead?"
"No James, I'm saying that you marry Lily in the future, and you die in the future. Everyone does," Dumbledore said.
"Bu-but why Lily?" James asked, sputtering.
"Why Lily? Because you love her, and she loves you, James." To everyone's amazement, James didn't counter this idea, just nodded thoughtfully.
"Uh, earth to James, but did he just say you loved Lily and you didn't oppose it?" Sirius asked. "Yes Sirius, I believe he did," said James quietly.
Well, how do y'all like it so far? I hope you're ok with Dumbledore telling them everything, but I couldn't stand lying to them! I'm just too nice. Now read and review or else! (maybe not that nice…)