Foosh. I lied. I couldn't keep it as a one shot. However, theres a little less of Harry in here and more stuff between Lily and James, and yeah. Enjoy! XD

"Say, mate. Wanna go to my classes for me?"

Harry stood there, heat clearly rising in his cheeks, as he looked at the two before him. He kept a hold on the arm of the couch. He knew all too well where he was, and he knew perfectly well that he wasn't alone, either. There were others. It was just a matter of finding them all now. Harry shut his eyes tightly and swallowed thickly before opening his eyes once more. He looked directly at James, making a point to ignore the overly shocked expression on his future mother's face. "S-sorry?" He choked out before wincing. Not only did they look alike, they sounded alike too.

When finally it felt like he had regained his footing, Harry moved away from the couch, and just in time, too. Lily had went and took possession of James' book once more, and slammed it down on the table again. Her face was already matching her hair, and by this point Harry swore that if she were to turn another shade of red she could have passed as a crayon. The red one. He grinned faintly to himself at the thought before he was jerked out of his thoughts by the shouts of a red head and a raven-haired boy.

"….Of all the…"

"….Just messin'…"

"…. Don't even know…"

"Evans!"

"Potter!"

"Lighten up!"

"Um," Harry started to say as he moved around to the front of the couch, looking awkwardly between the two of them. Once again, he winced. He felt another jolt of excitement run through his body. This time, he thought, they aren't a memory. They're real. He knew he shouldn't have been too worried about Lily and James, even as he saw them fight right before his eyes. There was something that was going to happen between this year, and their next and final year that would change everything for them, for that Harry was sure. "Is this a bad time?"

Lily, who had been staring up at the boy whom she had been arguing with for the past - Merlin knows how long - bit her lip and turned to face the James-clone. Well, from what she had seen, which wasn't much, this boy wasn't a think like James Potter. She let out a breath she had didn't realize she had been holding before she went back to looking between the two of them. It was unbelievable. She swore that they were twins! There wasn't a single boy in Hogwarts that looked like James, not one could ever pull off the untidy, bed head look, but this boy did.

The girl continued to stare between the two boys, her eyes scanning each of their faces. There was James, who had a stuck up, self centered, pride filled look on his face, not to mention that half smirk half grin. And then there was the other boy who looked well, confused and shocked. They didn't differ much in height, the other boy being just a bit taller. Their eyes were both a different color; James' hazel, and the new boys were green. Lily wrinkled her nose. They had the same nose, mouth, brow, and cheek structure.

Not that Lily had spent her time studying James' face or anything. They just looked so similar, it was most definitely scary. Only in Hogwarts, she figured.

James took this time to inch toward the table. The last thing that he wanted was Lily getting a hold of his book, and actually flipping through the pages. He swore that he would die if she saw what was written on some of the pages. The thought made his stomach churn. Oh, god, what would Sirius and the others say? Well, no, he could already picture Sirius' face - he'd be on the floor laughing, Remus would be trying to piece it together, and Peter would probably have wet himself with the new information. That was when James noticed it.

He smirked. How could he not. Evans was staring! Oh, this was almost too good. "Evans," James started, snickering ever so slightly - catching the girls' attention. "You're staring. Might not want to make a habit of that in the future, people will think you rude," he finished with just enough time to snatch up his book and quickly dash to the other side of the table, where he knew he would be safe from the redhead. He didn't quite fancy running for his life already. Even so, he'd much rather run for his life with his best friend running with him. "Bugger, where is Sirius?" James muttered to himself, catching the attention of the other boy in the room.

"Wait - wait," Lily said holding her hands up to her side before dropping them. She turned directly toward Harry, and tilted her head just slightly. "Who are you?"

James could only snort. "Bugger me blind, Evans, I already told you. I cloned myself this summer. Sirius was supposed to tell you-"

Whatever it was that James had been about to say was quickly cut off by two new people running into the common room. A bushy haired girl and a redheaded boy. The three of them all spun around, a look of relief swept over Harry's face, and confusion over took Lily's while James just continued to look rather dumbfounded. Yeah, sure the entire school had heard the announcement about the fifteen new students, but neither Lily nor James expected to have run into three of them right away.

Still, Lily looked on, still somewhat confused as to what was going on. She saw the relieved look on Harry's face, and even heard the two new student's breath out what she thought was "Harry", and that settled it. James' twin's name was Harry, at least from what she had gathered. Lily highly doubted that she was wrong, but she could have never been too sure. However, her theory was proven correct by what she heard next.

"Harry, we were worried, you ran off so fast we couldn't tell which way you had gone," the girl said exasperatedly as she threw her arms around, Harry's neck. (Lily was inwardly smirking to herself. She was right) When finally the girl let herself go from Harry she looked at him for a moment before looking past him at Lily and James who were now by this point standing next to each other, staring at the three of them awkwardly. Her eyes widened slightly before she mentally shook herself. "Ginny and Luna are out looking for you, too. Ginny swears that Malfoy has it in for you worse than he did down in Hogsmeade, but Luna swears that he just wants to talk, of course you know how er - loony - she can be."

Harry and the redheaded boy just stared at the girl. They were waiting to see if she had anything else that she wanted to get out within another millisecond or if she had completely talked herself out. Finally, when they were sure that she had talked herself out one of them spoke up. "Bloody hell, Hermione," the redhead said staring amusedly at the girl before him. "Give the guy a chance to breath, will you? It's not like he's been gone all day. It's only been twenty minutes for Merlin's sake. Gone for that long and you make it seem like it's the end of the bloody world."

Hermione spluttered. "It will be one of these days, Ron, if Harry doesn't be more careful - Oh! Um, hello…" She bit the inside of her lip, finally coming to realize that they had begun to bicker right before Lily and James, Harry's future parents. Her cheeks turned a shade of pink before she turned her attention back to Harry, looking at him pointedly. However, Lily took that time to clear her throat, causing the four of them, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and James, to jump.

It was most certainly weird, Lily would admit. First there was a boy who could have very much passed for James' twin, and then there were two other students who seemed to have known James' twin. She couldn't even begin to describe have very awkward she felt at the moment, but decided to pass it off. Best not to show it after all. If anything, James would use that to his advantage and make a scene out of it, and that of course, was something that Lily didn't want. More attention drawn to her. Already people were beginning to turn their attention toward the five of them.

The sixteen year old girl shook her head. "Wait, you - Harry - are you related to James or did he put you up to some kind of…I dunno, charm or something?" Lily asked slowly, ignoring the laughter she heard from James next to her. She made a point of glaring at him and kicking him in the shin. It was childish, but she wasn't about to start yelling at him again, not with more people in the common room now. Oh, why did Potter have to have been in the common room, and not out with his friends somewhere, being the pig heads that they were?

Harry looked blankly at Lily, unsure of what to say. He chanced a glance at James who was now bending over to rub is shin. He hadn't the faintest idea of what he was supposed to say. 'Yeah, I'm related to James, you too. Hi. I'm you son, from the future. Oh, don't worry; you both are dead in my time. Yea, horrific story really. Dad died trying to save Mum and me and Mum died trying to save me from this horrible man whom I'm still trying to destroy, only I've gotten a little off track when we were sent back in time'. Harry swallowed thickly. Right, because he could really say that to them. They'd probably have him locked up in St. Mungo's. Wait - was St. Mungo's even around in their era?

"Er," Harry started to say right as Ron looked at him. He shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, actually, I am." He said, grimacing inwardly. Wonderful. Now all he needed was some sort of story to back him up now. He already looked exactly like James, and he had just gone and admitted that he was related to the younger boy. "I'm a cousin - a distant cousin - from his dads' side."

"Uncle Charles's-?"

"Er, his nephew, twice removed on his wife's side. Name's Harry Potter."

"You have an Uncle Charles, Potter?" Lily asked blankly, as if this was supposed to be some big shocker.

James nodded. "Yeah, on m'dads side. He's my uncle thrice removed or something. I dunno. Mum's side is a lot less complicated. You get to meet my dad's side and you'll wish you hadn't."

"Sounds fun."

"No, not really."

"I was being sarcastic." Lily rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to Harry. Well, he was related to James. That explained why they looked similar. Must have been some recessive gene or something. Harry Potter was apparently James Potters… cousin from through James' dad - or was it through their uncle Charles? Oh, God, purebloods. She would never understand them, and that was probably a very good thing, too. "Potter, I thought you were reading?" She snapped, suddenly remembering her temper with the boy. She turned her attention back to James who had gone back to sitting on the couch, tapping the cover of the book with his finger.

James looked up, a small grin on his face, looking at this point very much like Harry who was just watching the two of them as he stood beside his friends. "I was reading, Evans, you took my book from me, remember?" He sighed dramatically, gesturing to the book on his lap. "I've gone and lost my page."

"Reading?" came a voice from the portrait hole. "Did I hear Potter say reading?" Sirius grinned, wearing large brown, square sunglasses. "Oi, James! When did you start to read?" he joked, before walking up beside Lily. In one hand he was holding a bundle of magazines, and he wrapped his other arm around Lily's shoulder. "You really should get a camera. I bet he never reads after this," he sniggered, shaking his head slightly to move a strand of long black hair out of his eyes.

Before Lily even had a chance to say a smart comment to James because of his comment, another voice sounded in the Common Room. She knew the voice all right, most of the population at Hogwarts would recognize the voice. It belonged to James partner in crime, Sirius Black. She turned her gaze towards the source of the voice, only to find him grinning at them while wearing sunglasses. She didn't necessarily dislike Sirius, not nearly as much as she did James, but she still didn't like the way he broke the rules constantly. She turned her attention back onto her book, but no sooner then she did so did she feel an arm on her shoulder.

She visibly tensed at the boy's touch, knowing he was a famous ladies man with the girls at Hogwarts. Not only was he Sirius Black, but he also tended to annoy her to a great extent when flirting with her. She wasn't saying that she didn't like boys or anything; she simply didn't like receiving the attention of a boy that would probably shag anything with two legs. However, even if she wanted to say anything about it, she couldn't find the words. She was a girl after all.

James groaned. "Bugger," he mumbled to himself. He didn't want to look up. He already knew that voice. How could he not? Hell, how could anyone not know that voice? Still he turned his head over his shoulder and sniggered. Sirius was wearing sunglasses. And not just any sunglasses. Goofy looking ones. Oh, lord, what was this world coming to? James grinned. "Toss off, Sirius," he said jokingly with a snigger of his own, watching his friend closely, flipping a page in his book as he did so - luckily there were no hearts with initials on this page, just a bunch of stupid notes that the boys had written in last year during class.

James snorted at the last comment his best mate made. "Right, bet that again and I bet you wont be flying come the first Quidditch match." He grumbled, ruffling his hair a bit looking back over his shoulder slightly before turning back to the two in front of him. He snickered lightly noting the color that had come to Lily's cheeks but other wise shook his head. However, looking back to Sirius he couldn't help but to grin.

"James! Not in front of the lady," Sirius scolded mockingly and grinning, before clapping his hands over Lily's ears. "Her poor virgin ears! You've probably gone and scarred her for life," he added, with a laugh. "That is, if she's a virgin," he darted away from Lily, throwing her a wink in the process. Sirius could be quite vulgar when he wanted to be. But then, boys will be boys. Especially boys fifteen years old.

Sirius looked at James, and quirked an eyebrow playfully. "Is that a threat, Potter?" he said, putting his hands on his hips. "Because I am bigger than you are, not to mention more muscular…" being behind the couch, Sirius wrapped an arm around James' neck, in a play-fighting stance, before ruffling up James' hair, which couldn't possibly get any messier. "You're still as short as ever, Potter. Lily, know any good charms that could make James' grow a few inches?" He laughed, teasing his best friend

"C'mon you, geroff me!" James groaned, shooting sideways after his hair had been ruffled. He sulked in the corner of the couch, crossing his arms over his chest, a small scowl on his face "You're only what, two, three inches taller than me?" He snickered, however he didn't get much time to say anything else before Lily spoke up and his eyebrows shot up once more. "Evans has you there, mate. Best not to ask her for any charms then." Though he was highly amused with the fact that Lily had just stuck up for him, he knew it was just one of those once in a life time moments. "Plus, you're also more of a ponce than I am."

He looked up and gave Lily the once over. "My dear Lily, I do believe you've grown," Sirius said, before taking two large steps so that he could look at her on her other side. "Yes, yes, she's become increasingly more beautiful over the summer, don't you agree, James?" Sirius said, looking over at his friend and winking. Sirius really did like to hear the sound of his own voice.

At that - James actually choked. He had actually been looking at Lily what that was said, and it didn't help that her eyes had instantly darted toward him once it had been said. "The hair still looks fake," James snickered, arching his eyebrows, remembering back to what he and Lily had been fighting about only moments ago. "Full on discussion later on tonight when Peter and Remus are actually around, eh?" Oh, he was sure that they would talk about something alright. Though he highly doubted that it would be Lily, actually that could talk about a wide range of things and still end up finding their way talking about girls, even though by that time Remus and Peter would have tuned Sirius and himself out.

Lily's frown increased, her frustration becoming more visible with each second that passed. Her eyes darted towards James. She didn't want to hear them talk about her as though she wasn't there, or as though she was merely a piece of merchandise that they could all look over and critic. Boys nowadays, they honestly had no manners. She soon pulled her eyes from James, and back onto the boy. "Well, I see you haven't grown up much," she said with a slight pause glaring over at Sirius, before continuing. "You still act like your shoe size rather then your age." She let a smug look cross her face, for she couldn't help it. He deserved it, knowing she hated when he did this, and he knew it would make her angry.

"She's figured you out, mate," James snickered. "Better watch out, I think she's on to you," he grinned casting his gaze to his best friend. It was no secret, the boys acted younger than their age, and probably did more things that they shouldn't do, but again - they've been doing that since their first year pretty much. One summer wasn't going to change all of that. Or so James hoped.

Sirius clapped his hand to his chest. "Oh, Lily, that hurt," he said, moaning before flopping over on the couch, putting his legs in James' lap. "I think you've killed me," he said dramatically, throwing his arm over his eyes. At James' comment, he gave the other boy a light shove with his foot. "I am quite mature for my age, I'll have you know," Sirius said, though even he couldn't supress a snigger at the statement. Sirius? Mature? Never.

Snorting James pushed Sirius' legs off of him, and glance at the other boy before snorting. "Right," he said, unable to hold back a grin. "And I'm the queen of England, and Peter never wets himself, and there's no such thing as ghosts. You know, maybe you're right," James said snickering. Any of the boys mature? That would be a story, the day they all became mature, however it was Remus who was the most mature of the three. All the same however.

Sirius then proceeded to look at the book that was quite noticeably sitting on James' book, and snatched it up. "Charms? No, no, no," Sirius said, before dropping the bundle of magazine's he'd been holding. On the cover was a skimpily clad woman with the word 'Playwizard' in bright bold letters. "Now there's good reading," he grinned, before leaping over the back of the couch and plopping into the seat next to James. "You got any dungbombs? I wanted to get Peter and Remus before they got here."

"OI!" James said, snatching his book back. "I was looking at the pictures, thank you," James said with a frown. Of course he was. However, he simply rolled his eyes when shown the Playwizards. He sniggered to himself. "Better watch it. Peter might see one and wet himself," he said, mockingly. It was always a joke saying that Peter would wet himself over one thing or another. "Sadly, no. Not on me anyway. Half this months supply got wasted on three Slytherins in the music room," he said, pausing. "We may still have some in the dormitory left over for last year though."

"Aah, the pictures," Sirius drawled, sitting up and putting a hand to his chin, stroking it as though he might've had a beard. "Well then, the magazines will be better. They've got plenty of pictures for you to look at, mate," he grinned mischeviously, before lounging back in his seat. "Peter's always wettin' himself," Sirius sniggered, before he turned sombre. "You wasted half a month's supply on three Slytherins?" he said, as though he was about to lecture James, before he broke out in a grin. "Did any of 'em throw up? Half a month's supply - that's gotta cause one helluva stink. Were any of 'em girls?" he asked, only disappointed in the fact that he couldn't have been there to see it.

James snickered before he dug into his pockets, pulling out two dung bombs. Okay, so he lied a bit. He had two on him. "All three of them were girls," he said stretching his arms over his head. "They were gagging like mad, I tell you. Don't blame them. Closed them inside the music room with some of the lit ones." The boy continued, nodding his head, as though he were telling some brilliant story. "Well, at least Peter's actually got something to wet himself over," he snickered, leaning back on the couch. He ruffled his hair, glancing down at the magazines with a small snigger.

Sirius looked over at Lily, remembering Lily was a prefect, and that she was still in the room. "Uh, Lils, you didn't hear that, eh?" he said, letting his sunglasses slide down to the bridge of his nose and winking at her.

Lily frowned as he winked at her, as though she was simply suppose to forget about what they had just said. "Sirius, next time you want to plan these stupid little things with James, don't do it front of me," she snapped, though she wished that they would. Being that if they did, then she could very well stop them before they hurt anyone. "Why would you want to do such a thing anyways?" She questioned, placing her closed book down on her lap once again.

"Oh, c'mon, Evans." James said with a sigh. "It's only Peter and Remus," the boy said, glancing at the girl, leaning forward on his knees again. "I should think they're used to it by now. It's sort of a," he glanced at Sirius before continuing. "Sort of a welcome home thing."

Sirius saluted Lily. "Yes, ma'am," he said, keeping a straight face before dissolving into laughter. "Why? Why? Girls, mate, I'll never understand them," he said, looking over at James. "Because it's fun. What do you do for fun? Read? Gossip? Sounds pretty boring to me. Throwing a good stinkbomb in someone's face - now that's fun."

Lily began walking away, not caring about their pathetic conversation. They were talking about Slytherins and something James had done. Of course she didn't want to know anymore. Dungbombs and Slytherins, no more needed to be said. She decided not to listen even when she heard Sirius ask her a question, and continued to walk, obviously made with both of them. She was fuming, and she felt the need to punch a hole in the wall or something. However, she wasn't going to truly do that, and continued to make her way up towards her dorm. "Stupid little immature buggers," she muttered as she made her way, before disappearing from view, only her dark red hair trailing behind her. So much for a peaceful afternoon of reading, that sure wasn't going to happen.

"Oi, did you go shopping again, by yourself?" James suddenly asked, taking the sunglasses off of Sirius, looking at them for a moment as though they were some foreign object, and they could go off in his face at any moment before another grin broke out onto his face. "Warned you about that one," he tsked. "Shoulda owled me. Spent my time with the Muggles this summer, and helping Mum around the house," James said scratching the back of his neck. "Speaking of Mum, she almost threw away the map. That crazy thought it was just a bit of parchment - oh look, Evans is leaving." James said bluntly, watching as Lily headed up towards the staircase, and soon enough disappeared.

Sirius smirked to himself and crossed his arms proudly over his chest before breaking out in laughter once more, earning a grin from James. He snatched back his glasses put them back on, letting them slide down to the bridge of his nose. "'Course I went shopping by myself," he snickered, though he was grinning from ear to ear. "James, you idiot, I was there with you - you mum had me help clean the attic. Merlin, all those baby pictures of you? I have one thing to say: Awww, ickle Jamie; so cute!"

James snorted. "That's five words, mate, not one." Sirius waved him off before turning his attention to the other three standing in the common room, just off to the side of him. He turned his head up, not bothering to hide his obvious smirk even as he pushed up his sunglasses. "Oi, James, who are these lot?"

James, of course, took a moment to register what exactly it was that Sirius had ask before he sat up straight. "Right, them lot," he paused, looking up at the three, just as Sirius had done. "That one there, clone boy, is my Uncle Charles' nephew, removed a few times of course, and from what I gathered the other two are… er… Ron and Hermyknee."

Hermione fussed. "It's Hermione!"

"Right, Hurminee." James nodded.

"It's Hermione!" Hermione fumed.

"That's what I said!" James said, beaming.

Harry and Ron looked on amusedly. Ron, more in awe of the whole situation. He could see why his mum had told Sirius a few years ago that Harry wasn't James; they were best friends, not to mention James and Harry looked dead on alike, save for the eyes of course. Ron could even see where Harry got his sense of humor from, even if it was a small flicker. Harry, meanwhile was just plain amused. He had already seen his parents and Sirius, Remus, and Peter before - but now he was actually able to interact with them.

When both Harry and Ron were pulled out of their thought its was by Hermione tugging them away by the sleeve of their robes. She was muttering something about finding Ginny and Luna and not wanting to deal with a pair of stuck up Gryffindor boys. Both Harry and Ron cracked a grin before wriggling their arms free of Hermione's grip.

Once safely out of the common room Hermione turned sharply on her heel and face Harry. "Your dad is the most - the most-"

Harry grinned. "I know. He's my dad," he paused before glancing over to Ron who was grinning as well. "And he's bloody brilliant."