"why do you keep calling me Harry?" James demanded. "Who the hell is Harry?" Ron and Hermione were still gaping at them, completely at a loss as to why Harry would be behaving this way. It was Ron who first noticed James's eyes. "Hermione, his eyes are hazel," he said in a stage whisper, completely oblivious to the fact that James could hear him. "of course they're hazel," James shouted. "what colour are they supposed to be, brilliant green!" James was becoming more and more scared. He was with two seventh year Gryffindors that he didn't know, when he knew every Gryffindor in the school. Besides this, they seemed to think that he was someone else! No one thought James Potter was someone else! Everyone knew who he was! All the while James was thinking, Hermione was muttering under her breath. "no scar, hazel eyes, doesn't know who we are, doesn't know who Harry is, weird nose now I come to think about it. Ron was looking from one to the other in frank amazement, clearly unsure of what to do. "Hermione," he pleaded. "what's going on." Hermione took a deep breath and looked at James very closely. She spoke tentatively, unsure of what she was saying. "Ron, I think, I think that this is James Potter." James breathed a sigh of relief. Finally they'd figured out who he was. How they didn't know in the first place he wasn't sure, but they'd obviously heard of him and that was something. "right," he said, "we've established who I am. I don't suppose one of you two could tell me how I got hear." Ron looked at him, his mouth forming a perfect O. then he's eyes rolled up into his head, and he fell to the floor unconscious. James stared at him in amazement. At that moment Professor Dumbledore stepped into the room. Barely avoiding stumbling over Ron's prone body, he looked down, shaking his head.
"oh dear," he said. "I was hoping to avoid an incident like that." With a swish of his wand, he levitated Ron onto one of the free beds. He then turned to face the two astonished teenagers beside him. Hermione began to talk, but the Professor cut her off. "my dear, I have no doubt as to what you are about to tell me. However, I am perfectly aware of the situation. James?" the teenager looked up. "Perhaps you would be so good as to accompany me to my office, where I can explain to you exactly what's going on. Yes, Miss Granger," he continued, As Hermione opened her mouth again. "my invitation also extends to yourself. I would include Mr Weasley, but as he is indisposed at this moment in time, he must content himself with your report on the subject. Now, if you will follow me?" he turned and led the two teenagers out of the room.
Harry sat nervously in Professor Dumbledore's office. His fingers toyed anxiously with his hair, while his foot tapped continuously against the leg of his chair. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, staring a seemingly formless stream of smoke that was emitting from one of the many silver instruments on his desk. He kept muttering questions to it, and it answer the smoke would change shape. Harry could make neither head or tail of it, but it seemed to make sense to Dumbledore. After what seemed like an eternity, but what was actually more like 10 minutes, the door opened and a young Professor McGonagall walked in followed by Sirius, Remus and Lily. Lily had red eyes, and her face was streaked with tears. Sirius both glared when they saw Harry, then sat down, ignoring him completely. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, aware of the hostility coming off the three teenagers in waves. Professor Dumbledore smiled enigmatically and turned to look at the three new arrivals. Then he stood up and spoke to them. "I understand that there has been a certain amount of ill-feeling between the four of you today. I also, unlike most of you, understand the cause for it. I am going to leave now, and allow you some privacy. I would simply like to state that Mr Potter has my full backing in everything that he says. If you should have any doubt as to the claims that he makes, I would be delighted to verify them all." With that he and Professor McGonagall left the room. Three pairs of eyes stared after him in shock. They assumed that they had been called in because of some prank. The Headmaster had never before actively interfered in a students personal life. The only thing it explained was as to why Lily was also there. When the door closed, their eyes swivelled back to Harry, Lily's hurt, Sirius's and Remus's angry. They sat staring at each other. Sirius was the first to break the silence. "so," he said, "you have an explanation, James?"
"right" said Harry weakly. "well the thing is….. I'm not James Potter."
They stared blankly at him. Sirius's jaw looked like it would soon touch the floor. "huh." Remus was slightly more verbal.
"come again?" he said faintly. Harry took a deep breath and plunged right into, gabbling.
"I'mnotJamesPotterI'mHarryPotterJames'ssonandI'mnotsurehowIgothereIthinkit happenedwhenIdivedintotheveilafteryouSiriusandI'mreallyreallysorryaboutwhatIdidearlierbutIwasfreakedoutandbeingkissedbyyourmotherreallyisn'tsomethingthatmakesyoucalmdownsoIkindafreakedoutevenmorebutLilyJameswouldneverdothattoyoubecausehereallydoesloveyouand" he paused for breath, "I'm really, really sorry about upsetting you." Now it looked as though three jaws would soon be falling off. The silence was even more intense than it had been earlier. Finally, Lily reached out and lifted Harry's chin from where it was slumped on his chest. He looked up, into her eyes, and she let out a small breath.
"my eyes," she whispered. "you've got my eyes." Suddenly she gave a great shout, and stood up starting to dance around the room. "he's got my eye's. He's got my eye's. he's got my eye's." she chanted. The three boys stared at her in bewilderment. "Lily," Remus said cautiously. "what are you doing?" Lily paused in her dancing, and stared down at them, her cheeks flushed.
"don't you understand?" she asked. "he's got my eyes!"
"yes," said Remus, "we understand that."
"and he looks like James." She continued.
"yes we got that too." Lily looked at him as if he were very simple.
"he's got my eyes. He looks like James. Therefore, he's our son." This obviously hadn't sunk in before to the other boys. Sirius and Remus looked shocked at the thought of their 15 mate having a son. They turned to stare at Harry. Harry burst into laughter at the looks on their faces. Lily started to laugh as well, and grasped Harry's hands, pulling him into her mad dance. At first Sirius and Remus continued to stare, but they were soon affected by the others mirth, and began to laugh as well. Soon all four of them were laughing helplessly, tears running down their faces. Harry looked at them. At his mother who he had never know. At Sirius who in his own time he might have lost. And at Remus, who would never appear to Harry again as the laughing carefree boy he was now. And despite the fact he knew he would have to leave, Harry had never felt happier.