Dealing with losses and unexpected gains
By Tubbataha
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, well except the plot line and that has probably been used by some one else before, but otherwise everything recognisable belongs to JK Rowling and whom ever else own the rights to Harry Potter.
Chapter 2
Harry's POV
Harry blinked and blinked again, the figure standing opposite him did the same, no that couldn't be right some one was playing a trick on him or maybe his glasses were dirty that was it, yes, yes that must be it. Harry took his glasses off and scrubbed them desperately trying to remove any dust or grease that may be obscuring his vision. Once again the figure did the same almost as if he were mirroring Harry's actions.
Ahha that must be it Harry thought some one has installed a mirror in here and I am just being fooled by that, but no that didn't ring true either as whilst the figure opposite could passed for Harry's double in almost every way there were subtle differences most notably his eyes were rich hazel colour whilst Harry's of course were bright emerald green. That figure looked so familiar to Harry yet it couldn't be, the only person who Harry knew who looked like that was years dead and in truth he could only recognise the figure from photos he had been given in his first year. Nevertheless it couldn't true there had to be some trick, there had to be some alternative answer because he would have to accept that it was his dead father who stood before him.
Yet how could this his father not only was he supposed to be dead for 14years but there was also the fact that the person was a mirror of his 15 year old self and even though his father had died young Harry had still seen photos of him looking older then the person who stood before him.
However Harry was not the only one struggling to comprehend the situation he found himself in, the stranger stood frozen his hazel eyes wide behind the his glasses, flickering backwards and forwards as he took in the sight of Harry.
"Who are you?" The stranger demanded, rousing Harry from his stupor.
Stranger's POV (no prizes for guessing who it is I'm afraid)
He stood staring and the figure that had jst climbed through the window of his shelter. He been having a hard enough time as it was trying to figure out where he was, as he seemed to have to recollection of the village 'Little Whinging' at all. Further more he was struggling any of his life's memories that could have lead him to this point they all seemed fragmented and his brain was generally a mess. Last thing he could remember was having an argument with some Slytherins in the Hogwarts corridor not far from the portrait of the pear to the kitchens. He had been on his way to pick up some food for Sirius who was stuck in detention with Professor McGonagal, then bang he blackout. Maybe he walked into a wall or something of that nature. However next thing he knew he was being woken up by the rain and found himself lying on the grassy verge of a small road, outside house No. 4 in a place he had never. He had sought this place out as shelter and to try and work out what was going on and a way to get back to Hogwarts away from prying muggle eyes.
He had come to assume that this was all a side effect of some prank or other that either Sirius or someone else, (probably the slimy Slytherins) had been trying to pull on him had gone wrong orperhaps right (he wouldn't put anything past the Slytherins). However this latest apparition had thrown spinning back off course. He was just about to write himself off as mad when he noticed that the figure he had thought was his double was in fact slightly different from him actually not he stopped and thought about it there were several fairly obvious differences not least the red lighting bolt scar on the others forehead. Well that at least ruled out the possibility of some one (most likely Sirius) using the polyjuice person. He was momentarily distracted for a moment to wonder at where his friends had got to, they better not have had anything to do with this, or were they also a victim to the same thing some where else?
However he was soon focused again on the new arrival, Who was this person doing a very poor attempt and imitating him. He was now getting angry now, how dare this person do this to him, and who the hell were they any ways? The pay back he would unleash on whom ever had done this was not going to be pretty, but right now he didn't have time to plan out the perfect revenge. Right now he need answers!
"Who are you?" He demanded.
AN: hmmm…I am not sure I am completely happy with how I have written James' character but its how it flowed. What do you think pls review, with any comments and enjoy!