Chapter 2

Harry was still sitting on his bed, his mind reeling, twenty minutes later, when his father walked casually into the room. Harry looked up, his face white, his expression shocked.

James did not seem to notice. He seemed very frantic. He walked straight towards Harry's desk, arms outstretched.

"Harry, I can't remember where I put the tickets, help me find them!" he moaned.

When Harry did not respond, James looked over at him. It took him a moment to realize his son was not acting normally, looking at James as if he were a ghost.

"Harry, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? Did Lily do something to my face while I was sleeping?" asked James, confused, groping at his nose.

Harry still did not respond. He was beginning to comprehend the meaning of all of this. Perhaps, he thought, perhaps this was the result of his wishing for Voldemort to be gone as he was walking by the Room of Requirement; it had produced a star which had transported him to a world in which Voldemort did not exist. A world in which- Harry gulped- his parents were alive and well. Harry reached a hand to his forehead and felt it. It felt smooth. There was no scar.

Confused and dazed, Harry looked up at his father, who by now was looking quite concerned at Harry's lack of responsiveness. Should he act as if everything was normal? Should he just go along with it, until he could think clearly about the situation? Or should he tell his dad the truth about what had happened? Harry tried to open his mouth, only his muscles didn't seem to be functioning properly.

"Right, Harry, I'll go fetch your mother. You stay here and… and… just stay here Harry."

With that, James hurried out of the room. Harry breathed again. It was difficult to think at all while the man that Harry had craved to have in his life for so long was standing there, looking quite healthy and very much alive.

Harry made up his mind about something. A minute later, his mother was walking into the room, followed closely by James, who was talking vividly.

"I'm telling you, something's not right, I think Sirius must've jinxed him, maybe confunded him, can't remember the counter-curse…"

At the mention of his godfather, Harry's spirits rose. Sirius was alive as well, by the sound of it!

Suddenly feeling quite brave and whole, Harry got up, his legs no longer shaking.

"It's okay, er- mum… I mean- mum. Yeah, er- mum. Er- I haven't been confunded…" finished Harry lamely.

Lily stopped in her tracks and looked at her son suspiciously. She pulled her wand out of her robes and pointed it at him. "Finite Incantatem!" she cried, before Harry had time to register what she was doing.

"There," she said, looking satisfied. James, however, was looking quite perplexed. "It's finite incantatem? I thought it was something else…" he trailed off, scratching his head. Suddenly, he jumped, as if remembering something, and hurried towards Harry's desk once more.

"Harry, help me out here, will you, we're really running late. If it were just Sirius we were meeting, I wouldn't be in a rush, but you know how Candice gets. And besides, wouldn't wanna miss the beginning of the match," he said.

Harry rushed over to his dad, his heart rate unnaturally fast. From what he'd gathered, he was going to a match- probably a quiddich match- with his father, and they were going to meet Sirius, and some Candice…

"What are you looking here for? Wouldn't they be in your room?" asked Harry.

"No, no, I've already checked… I remember putting them on the corner of your desks a couple of weeks ago," said James.

They looked and looked, removing piles and piles of paper from Harry's desk. Harry noticed there was homework there, among many other things, including letters. Making sure his father wasn't looking, Harry took a random letter out from its envelope and read it.

'Dear Harry,

I got Ron's letter. I can't make it to the match because my parents and I are going to Australia. I've always wanted to go there, after everything Professor Binn's said about its rich magical history. I can't wait to visit all the different places!

Have you started that essay on human transfiguration? Ron hasn't. I told him I won't help him this time, and the same goes for you, Harry! You'd better start working before the end of the summer, or McGonagall will regret allowing you two into her N.E.W.T. class!

Have fun at the match, Harry! Tell Ron to behave! I should be back in two weeks.

Love,

Hermione.'

Harry stuffed the letter back into the envelope, grinning. By the looks of it, Hermione and Ron were his best friends in this world as well.

"HA! Found them!" James whooped. He was holding 3 tickets in his hand.

"Is mum coming, too?" asked Harry, excited at the prospect of spending time with both his parents.

"'Course not, Harry," said James, looking perplexed. "Mark is. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine" said Harry, trying not to look curious at the mention of Mark. Who was this Mark?

"Alright then, let's go have breakfast and then we'll apparate", said James.

Harry followed his father out of room. They found themselves in a corridor. As they walked towards the other end of it, they passed by an open door. Harry took a peek inside- it seemed to be his parents' bedroom. They passed by a closed door and a bathroom. At the end of the corridor there were stairs leading downstairs as well as upstairs. Harry followed his father downstairs, resisting the urge to explore the house. He realized with a jolt that this must be Godric's Hollow. There was a nice and cozy looking living room. The windows were wide open, allowing the soft summer breeze in. Harry entered the kitchen with his father and saw, with another jolt, his mother sitting at the breakfast table, eating scrambled eggs and chatting with a boy who looked to be about 7 years old. Harry scanned his face and felt shock and disbelief sweep over him for the third time that day. The boy had red, untidy hair. He wasn't wearing glasses over his hazel eyes, but his resemblance to James- and Harry- was uncanny. I have a brother, thought Harry.

"Well, look who's finally decided to show up. Eggs?" asked Lily, handing him a plate and pointing at the chair next to her.

Harry smiled weakly and sat down next to her. She put her arm around him and planted a wet kiss on his cheek. Harry closed his eyes briefly, marveling at the warm feeling in his stomach. He opened them to find his brother looking at him in disgust.

"Dunno why you let her do that, destroys my appetite…" he was saying, though Harry wasn't really listening. He'd never really paused to wonder if, had they not died, his parents would've had more children. Now he did think about it, it made sense for them to have had another child.

"What's your name?" he blurted out inquiringly, before he could stop himself.

James and Lily, who were bantering playfully, stopped and looked at Harry. The young boy stopped mid-bite.

The awkward moment was broken almost immediately by the sudden arrival of a girl into the kitchen. She was still in her pajamas. Her hair was red. Harry took in the appearance of a miniature Lily with shock. The only distinguishable difference was her eyes: they were Petunia's. Harry thought wryly that all previous hopes he might've had about Petunia not really being his aunt were now extinguished. She looked to be in her early teens. I have a sister, thought Harry. He was going to pass out… his parents were alive, so was Sirius, and he had a sister and a brother? This was too perfect.

"Morning," said the girl, sitting down next to Harry's little brother. She ruffled his hair and he made an annoyed face.

"Erin, don't do that!" he exclaimed, smoothing back his hair.

Erin, Harry memorized. His sister's name was Erin. Now if only she'd say his brother's name…

"Pass the salt, Mark," said Erin a second later. Harry grinned.

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