Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Harry Potter…I am going to get annoyed with this…also, the t-shirt James is wearing is because of an icon I got, so that is also not all my idea…

Author Notes: I like cliff hangers…I know some people who are going to kill me for it…Thanks for the reviews! Next chapter I will thank everyone by name, but I am being lazy at the moment…

Time Slip

Chapter Four

Family Ties

It took about five minutes to get there. He and Sirius had gone, (well technically Sirius had dragged him), to the back of the alley and Apperated about two blocks away from the Potter's house. As they walked those two blocks, Sirius made sure he had no blood or anything suspicious while Harry worried about meeting his grandparents and father. He didn't even remember his grandparent's names or what they looked liked. No one bothered to tell him or show him a picture. 'Well,' he amended mentally, 'I do know their names now…Karen and Michael…because of Sirius.' He looked at his Godfather and smiled. He had thought that he would never see him again, but here he was, young, beautiful, and healthy whistling a snazzy tune.

Harry's smile widened and Sirius smiled back. "Are you ready to go inside?" Harry's smile slipped a bit but he did manage to nod. "Well alright then! Let's hurry up! I think Karen's cooking steak tonight!" Sirius once again grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him up walk towards the house.

The house was an old three story Victorian house that was white with green trim. There was a huge maple tree the front lawn and flower beds near the house. It was very peaceful and homey and Harry was sad that he never got to visit here as a child.

They walked up the huge porch and Sirius knocked on the huge green door. Harry didn't realize that he stopped breathing when he saw the mirror image of him open the door wide and smile. 'Actually,' Harry realized after staring at his younger version father, 'there were some differences.' James was slightly taller, slightly more muscular, and definitely darker. His hair was lighter, probably from being outside a lot, and his nose was pointer. The biggest difference though was their eyes. James' hazel eyes held a spark that Harry's emerald green eyes had lost awhile ago. Also, the lack of scar on James' head, but that was an obvious. James was wearing a black t-shirt that read 'Save a broom, Ride a Chaser' and baggy blue jeans that showed off his bare feet. (I never mentioned this before, but in case you were wondering, both Sirius and Harry are wearing shoes.) (Also, Harry had started breathing again.)

James smiled at Sirius. "Hullo mate. I was wondering when you would get your bloody arse over here." His gaze scanned over Sirius and then over to Harry. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. He stared at Harry for a long while, turned back to Sirius, looked at Harry and finally decided that he would keep his gaze on him. "Who are you?" Then he looked at Sirius. "Did you miss me so much that you cloned me? I would've visited you but you don't like us coming over to your house…"

Sirius laughed at James shocked expression. "Yes James, that is what the world needs, another you."

James glared at him then Harry. "Who are you?"

"He's Harry." Sirius answered and then started laughing. James couldn't help but laugh too. Harry glared at them.

"Oi, sorry mate." James said. "But who in their right mind would name their child 'Harry'." Harry had to bite back a smirk. 'Apparently James didn't name him…or he wasn't in the right mind…both sounded about right…' "Well, anyways, who are you?"

"Harry Potter." He answered and James looked at him like he was nuts.

"We wanted you to confirm who his was." Sirius added as he stepped closer to Harry. "Well, are you going to let me and your distant cousin in?"

James' eyes were slightly out of focus, as if he was trying to figure something out, and suddenly they went back to normal. "Sure. Remus and Peter are here and Mum and Da are here too." He smiled and opened the door wider to let them pass.

As they all stepped in and James closed the door, James turned around and headed towards the stairs. He stopped at the bottom and shouted, "Hey Mum! Da! I have someone here that I want you to meet!" Then he turned to the left to an entrance near the stairs and shouted. "Same to you Moony and Wormtail!"

They heard some murmuring and feet descend the stairs and feet coming from the left of them. Harry tried to mentally prepare himself for everyone, but he still was shocked when he saw the couple descend the stairs.

The woman was tall, skinny, curvy, and looked about mid-thirties or so. Her ivory skin and waist length pitch black hair looked beautiful with her dark red dress that went to her knees, but she was wearing black pants underneath. Her hazel eyes looked first at her son, then to Sirius, and then to Harry. They went wide and she stopped on the stairs.

The man, on the other hand, was also tall, skinny, muscular, and looked to be in his late thirties early forties. But he had spiky light brown hair and dark skin, which looked fitting with his plain loose white shirt and blue jeans. He had chocolate brown eyes behind wire rimmed glasses that went very widewhen they saw Harry standing at the foot of the stairs.

For some reason, this couple startled him. He was excepting James father, his grandfather, to look identical to him…just older. Harry had pictured that through the ages, all the male Potters looked a lot like him and James with minor differences. He wasn't expecting James to get most of his features from his mother. They were definitely not what he was expecting and apparently it was mutual. Karen and Michael stared at Harry like he was a very interesting piece of art or something.

Then Harry heard feet on the left side of him, so he craned his neck around Sirius to look at Moony and…Wormtail. God, he had forgotten about him…he was so happy to have Sirius back that he hadn't even thought that if he gets a younger Sirius he must get a younger Peter…

His angry gaze swept over Peter. He was short, slightly chubby and pale. His dirty blonde hair was slightly messy and he had pale blue eyes. He was wearing a pale blue shirt, blue jeans, and blue socks. If he hadn't been hating Peter for what he would do, he might have suggested that he was like a cuddle teddy bear cute.

Harry then swept his gaze towards Remus and the anger went away replaced by sadness. Oh no, he wasn't upset by what he looked like. Actually, Remus was quite nice looking. His shoulder length sandy blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail and he had beautiful amber eyes. He was tall and lanky with strong body built and he was slightly pale. He was wearing a maroon hoddie and long tan jeans that covered most of his bare feet. Harry figured the full moon must have not been to long ago, because he had a healing cut on his right cheek. Though, he was upset because someday Remus would be without any of these people, though he was better off without Peter in his opinion.

Harry was shaken out of his thoughts by a gasp. His gaze went back to the stairs, in which his grandmother was slowly descending the stairs, holding a hand over her mouth. "Who are you?" his grandfather asked, coming down the stairs with his wife.

He opened his mouth to reply, but James got to it first. "He's Harry Potter dad. He says he is a distant cousin." He could've sworn he heard Michael mutter "I wouldn't doubt it…"

Harry heard someone say 'wow' on his left and looked over there again. Both Remus and Peter were looking at him and James like they were seeing, well double. Suddenly Remus looked at Sirius. "What did you do?" he asked.

Sirius looked indignant. "I didn't do anything."

"For once…" the other three Marauders muttered at once and everyone started laughing, well except for Sirius, who was looking more indignant with each passing laugh.

When everyone was done laughing, the indignant Sirius huffed and said, "Well, now that everyone is done laughing at me, may we get on with business."

Michael and Karen had come down all the stairs and Peter and Remus had come into the room. Michael cleared his throat and said, "Yes. Hello Harry...I am Michael Potter and this is my wife Karen Potter. May you tell us who your parents are?"

Before Harry could say anything, Karen interrupted. "He looks so much like James…he just has to be related. But I don't remember ever seeing him at any of the family reunions."

"Well wife, you are sometimes forgetful."

"Oh, and you remember meeting him?" Karen said, turning on her husband, who also turned to her.

"Umm…well, no, but…"

"OH! So, you just like insulting me, is that it?"

"No, not at all…"

"Humph…." Karen now looked indignant. "Now that my husband has insulted me," she said, turning back to Harry. "You are probably are my sisters son…she doesn't marry, but she was sleeping with one of Michael brothers about seventeen years ago…I wouldn't be surprised if she kept you from us…she not all that right in the head you know…OH! I am sorry! I shouldn't be saying that about your mother!" She looked so flustered and angry at herself that Harry just had to laugh. She looked relieved, probably thinking that Harry had forgiven her for saying something like that about his 'mother'.

Everyone was looking at Harry again, waiting for him to confirm or not, when Mr. Potter said, "Oh! Why don't we just look in the Potter Family History book? It should tell us everything about you."

"Yeah! We haven't looked at that in a long time, or at least that section…it will tell us that you really are my nephew! Oh, I always wanted another one!" The perky Mrs. Potter said quite brightly.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, shit, shit…' Harry thought mentally as everyone else in the room agreed. Remus and Peter had come over to stand by them. "Wow…" Peter said again. "He looks a lot like you Prongs…" Harry really wanted to punch him in the face, but he knew that he couldn't…he hadn't done anything wrong…yet…

Remus was looking at Sirius curiously and Sirius was trying to look anywhere but him. Remus' eyes narrowed and he said quietly, so only Sirius was supposed to hear, but so did Harry, "We will talk later…" Sirius just looked innocently at him. Harry figured Remus with his werewolf senses could smell the blood residue on Sirius…you really couldn't get away with much with Remus as a friend.

He sighed as he was dragged down the hall by Sirius and James, who were talking to him, though he wasn't really paying attention. He was thinking of how he wouldn't be in there and they would then think he was a deatheater and send him to Azkaban. Or torture him and give him a truth potion and make him spill his guts. Which might be bad…but at least then they know why he couldn't tell them. Hmm…the truth thing didn't seem too bad…

"We're here!" Karen shouted suddenly, making Harry loose his thoughts. They had entered a huge library/study place. The walls were basically built in bookshelves, which were over following with every book imaginable. Harry was looking around, fascinated by all the books that he didn't notice that Michael had gone deeper into the library and had come back with a huge ancient looking tome in hand. The red velvet covering was cracking and the gold trim was fading slightly, but you still could see the gold lettering that read 'Potter Family History'. He set it down on the huge cedar table that wasn't to far away from the entrance. Sirius grabbed Harry by the wrist and tugged him towards the table, where everyone else was heading. All six people surrounded Mr. Potter and the book. Everyone waited in tensed silence as Michael opened the great tome and started flipping the pages gently, dust flying everywhere.

"Ah ha…I found it…" Michael said softly. He started looking up and down the pictures and names that were all connected by different colors. Everybody was trying to crane their necks to see it. All of them could see but Sirius, so he climbed on the table and sat in front of the book.

Everyone seemed to be looking and Harry had the sudden feeling that he should run, when Sirius shouted, "I FOUND HIM!" Everybody looked to where he was pointing and everything went quiet…the kind of silence that makes you feel like something really, really bad was going to happen.

"That can't be right…" Karen said quietly looking from the book to Harry and back again.

"The book must be wrong…" Michael said just as quietly.

Harry swallowed hard and dared a look at where Sirius was pointing and everyone else's gaze was directed. 'Oh,' Harry thought to himself, 'the book isn't wrong…' For he wasn't where he said he was or where they thought he was supposed to be, he was actually where he belonged…right under James name connected by a blue line saying that he was James son…