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.

AN: This was a hard one to try and write it took awhile before I thought it was at least presentable. I hope you like it PLEASE review, I asked nicely pretty please.

Sorry It is a little bit shorter then the others, I will try to write a bit more next time.

Chapter 3

"Who are you" The hazel eyed figure demanded.

"Harry Potter"

Harry found himself answering, despite the fact he hadn't planned on telling the stranger anything before he had got more information on said stranger and the situation he found himself. However he found his lips moving without his brains consent to answer the question.

"Harry Potter" the other sneered, "This isn't is a very a poor attempt at a joke and when I find out who you really are…"

"It is not a joke" Harry interrupted before the figure could continue "or if it is I had know part in planning it." Harry paused "Who for that matter are you?" Harry's anger was building as he continued "and how dare you accuse me of such a thing, when you are standing there in the image of my father. Do you have no respect for the dead or the feelings of other!" Harry was yelling at full volume now. "What do you think you are going to achieve? Are you a death eater. No, even Voldy isn't insane enough to come up with this as a plan yet. Even if he seems to have been trying every other way of hurting me. So who ARE you?"

Harry finished his rant glaring at the figure, desperately trying not to lose control of his magic as he had in Dumbledore's office at the end of last year.

"And stop looking like him!" He cried in frustration.

The stranger stared once again at Harry this time completely bewildered by his words. What was the green eyed kid talking about. The only other person he knew who looked like him was his own father. Anyway how dare he claim to be a Potter, everybody knew that he had been the last. However he was no longer sure this was a joke or if it was it was they were both being well and truly pranked. But he was at a complete loss to understand the situation now and was becoming slightly afraid I the face of 'Harry's' temper (not that he would ever admit it to anyone of course). However he was also getting upset that the whole situation was now being blamed on him, when he was clearly an innocent party! Anyway what was the idiot blathering about he should change his looks this was his face and his body, how was he meant to change and for that matter even if he could why should he they were his looks first! He finished his internal rant pouting like a child and decided that despite the Harry kid obviously being upset he was going to give him no quarter, after all how dare he suggest that he had taken some one else looks, after else who could live with such good looks. He was of course ignoring the fact the 'Harry' could have almost passed for his double.

So he drew him self up a faced 'Harry's' temper in a away that could only be described as Gryffindor to fault. With bravery most often perceived as arrogance and that insufferable air of righteousness and determination to defend his point whatever the opposing party might say.

"I'll have you know I didn't steal or copy anybody elses looks these are the good looks I was born with, if any one has some one else looks you have obviously taken mine." Harry was seething by this point but didn't interrupt as the other ploughed onwards "My name is James Potter"

Harry blinked, and the blinked again James took this silence to mean that he caught Harry out and continued.

"So you see as everyone knows I am the only remaining Potter so your little ploy is over.."

He was stopped here by Harry's harsh whisper of "How?"

"um..pardon…?" James was thrown buy this question not quite sure what this 'Harry' was asking of him.

"How are you here?" Harry croaked his voice struggling to comply with his brains commands.

"How am I here?" James was still slightly confused but continued on regardless, "Well I had been going to the kitchens to get some food for Padfoot and then every thing was black and I woke up here, well not here exactly. But as far as I can figure this is all the result of some filthy Slytherin prank"

Harry just stood gapping at the figure who it seemed was his sixteen year old father just and did the only thing any semi normal person would do in that situation he passed out.

A/N: To my wonderful first reviewer as you are the first I will give you a medal for guessing it was James but just this once ok and don't tell everyone or they might want one too. Lol! Thank you also to Amrawo and I hope you like this bit as well.