I think it's prudent to remind everyone that in canon, Harry did not cast an Avada at Voldemort in the end. He did not ever, ever, cast a killing curse at anyone. In the book, Voldemort's own killing curse rebounded off of Harry's disarming charm and then killed him.

OoOoO Chapter 7 - Bonafide Potter OoOoO

Remus and Harry spent most of their time in silence. Harry didn't know what to say to the older werewolf, and he found himself once again in the kitchen. Remus sat at the table where Bill had been with a cup of tea between his hands, while Harry leaned against one of the counters. The fire whisky had been put away, and he could find no evidence of Bill and Harry's shared drinks around the room.

Surprisingly, it was Remus who was the first to break their shared silence. "Are you hungry?"

The sound of Remus's soft voice soothed Harry's nerves. It was Remus. His teacher. His friend. The only sort of Uncle that he would ever have called his own. Harry automatically shook his head. "No - I'm good," he cleared his throat. "Thanks."

Remus lifted a thinning eyebrow. "I know you mustn't have eaten since your... entrance."

Harry felt a grin catch the corners of his mouth. "My 'entrance' huh? I've been thinking of it as my 'landing' really."

"Landing makes you sound like an alien."

A huffed laugh slipped out of Harry. "Well I'd say it's pretty spot on."

Remus smiled kindly, "You sure you don't want anything?" Remus asked again, motioning to the stove.

To go home? Harry immediately swallowed the thought, then nodded. "Whatever you're having I guess."

Remus stood up and headed to one of the polished cupboards around him. "Ramen it is."

Harry nearly choked. Muggle food wasn't what he was expecting. "Bill told me Mr. Weasley had integrated some muggle things into the house, but I didn't know you all had completely converted," he half-joked.

Remus took the joke with a shallow smile and pulled out two plastic bags from the cupboard. "Not completely converted," he answered, "but we have more muggle items in this house than a lot of the portraits care for," he grinned and set up the ramen on the stove with a copper pot and water. "That alone gives Sirius unending joy."

The pinch-faced portrait of Walburga Black came to mind, and Harry laughed. "I can imagine," he smiled. "I'm sure Mr. Weasley was happy about it too. To try authentic muggle food."

Remus smiled again and Harry counted it as a win. He turned to the stove and began to make himself a cup of tea, standing side by side with the older wizard. Only the sound of the china against the counter and the open flame under the ramen could be heard within the house.

"Do you think you'll be able to do it?" Remus asked suddenly, causing Harry to jerk his head up and look at the older wizard.

He was confused. He'd began to think of Hermione and Ron again. "Do what?"

"Kill Voldemort."

Remus didn't shiver, or flinch at the Dark Lords name. He said it out loud, almost defiantly. The Remus in his world had been by no stretch of the imagination a coward, but he had never outright said Voldemort's name with such... conviction. With an edge like an unmentioned undertone that said there was some kind of history Harry was missing between the werewolf and the Dark Lord in this world.

"Do you want me to?" Harry blurted out before he could think. Remus's eyes narrowed and Harry's legs tensed. "Or are you hoping you can do it yourself?"

Surprise washed over Remus's face before he could blink, but he turned his head away. His emotions vanished behind a blank mask of neutrality, and he turned to sit back down at the table. His eyes fell to his cup of tea, and Harry didn't think he'd speak up again without further prompt.

"Yes," Harry answered, and Remus's brown eyes flickered to his. "I think I can defeat him."

Remus rolled his jaw like he was preparing physical words in his mouth. "How?"

Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "Honestly? By doing what I did last time," he answered. "Find the horcruxes, destroy them, confront Voldemort, and...well-"

"Kill him?"

"Exactly."

Remus frowned and his eyes narrowed dangerously on Harry. "You can't even say the word. How did you manage to finish it the first time, never mind doing it all again for another round?"

Harry was brought up short. This wasn't at all what he had remembered his friend to sound like. This was harder. Cut at the edges. Eroded and ragged. Harry stared hard at Remus, from the top of his head to the bottom of his chin, looking for an evident difference between this man and the one who had died in his world. Something that could give his story away, that could explain what had made this almost bitter man stand in front of him.

"What did he do to you?" Harry asked, his brow furrowing.

Again, surprise washed over the werewolf's face before he could look away. Shadows crept along the aged wallpaper behind him and they seemed to swallow the eyes behind his shaggy fringe. Remus put his elbows on the table, hovering over his teacup, and Harry couldn't help but think that the set of his shoulders seemed to suggest that he was guarding something. A memory? Himself? He was much more restrained in this world than he was in Harry's.

It took Harry a moment to understand what he was swiftly coming to conclude: This Remus wasn't Remus. The knowledge crashed against Harry like a slap to the face. And despite the fact that Harry already knew that, he didn't think it would hurt quite this much. This wizard was different from his friend and ally and mentor. Whatever safe ground Harry had thought unconsciously was between them, fell away. This man was a stranger.

Voldemort must have done something personally against Remus, maybe something too painful to bring up. It was clear that he hated the Dark Wizard, and Harry could understand that, but he wanted to know more. About this man, this wizard, who had never fathered a child, but still stood with his Hogwarts friends. Still a Marauder. This very similar and very different man.

"I've never cast the killing curse before in my life," Harry admitted to him, stirring the noodles.

Remus paused, and slowly put down his spoon. "So you didn't kill him?"

"No," Harry corrected, "It was my spell that killed him, it just wasn't the killing curse."

Remus frowned. "So which was it?"

Harry looked over the cooking noodles. "Disarming charm. Expelliarmus." He shrugged his shoulders as both of Remus's eyebrows raised in disbelief. "His own curse met mine and rebounded like it did when I was a baby. That's what killed him. I never actually cast the killing curse and did it myself." Harry sighed. "And it wasn't because I didn't have the power, or the... hate, to back it up, because I do. I hate what he's done, and what he believes in, and who he is. It was just something that didn't come to mind when I was wand-to-wand with him," he explained. "He wanted me dead for power, I wanted to protect my friends and family. Expelliarmus was almost symbolic I guess at that time."

The werewolf frowned. "You do realize that that's impossible right?" he shook his head. "No magic or living thing can block the killing curse. Especially not the Disarming Charm. If that were true, a lot more wizards and witches would be alive on this earth right now."

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't say it made sense," he said. "Our relationship has always been a little special. I'm just saying that before this... I've never intentionally killed someone before. Disarmed them, yes, maimed them, yes, hurt them-" A flashing memory of Harry turning the Cruciatus Curse on Bellatrix Lestrange went through Harry's mind, and he suppressed a shiver. "-yes. But I've never actually killed someone with that curse."

Remus was quiet for a minute before his eyes turned back to him, soft and compassionate. "You do realize that this world's Voldemort will be different than yours, so the nature of your 'special relationship' might not be the same, right?"

Harry ran a hand through his messy hair. "No, I realize that believe me, it's been on my mind for a while now," he said. "Because this world is so different but so similar too, I'm not even sure if his horcruxes all remained the same. In my world, they were personal objects with some sort of emotional attachment, but here- " Harry shook his head. "It could be completely different. I'm not sure."

Remus stood and strained the noodles with a flick of his wand. Harry didn't notice that the ramen was done. Remus motioned him back to the table with two bowls and forks in hand. Harry followed him and dropped into his chair with a small, tired, sigh. Remus passed him his bowl and Harry nodded his thanks.

"Tonks's baby in the other world-" Remus started, and Harry nearly choked on his noodles. That was what he brought up after their last conversation? "Who was the father?"

His godson. Harry wondered if he'd ever get to see him again. He dropped his head. "I don't think I should say."

"Was it me?"

Harry paused. "What makes you say that?"

"We're dating in this world."

"Are you?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Why do you want to know?"

Remus flashed unamused eyes at him dryly. "Were we married?"

Harry huffed. Clearly, he was not going to get easy answers from this Remus. "Yes," Harry admitted. "My Remus and Tonks were married in my world, then had a baby shortly after. They both named me Godfather."

The wizard nodded into his noodles. "Tonks and I lost our child to a surprise Death Eater raid about four months ago."

And didn't that make Harry lose his appetite. He slowly put his fork down and put his hands in his lap, meeting Remus's cool gaze from across the table.

Well, Harry guessed something like that would change a man. Losing an unborn child to your enemies. He couldn't even imagine what that must have been like. Teddy wasn't even his and Harry knew that he loved him. The thought of someone taking his godson away made him sick to his stomach. He shook his head. "Tonks named the baby after her father Edward but nicknamed him Teddy. Edward Remus Lupin. My Remus and Tonks both died when he was a month old in the Battle of Hogwarts where Voldemort eventually died."

Remus was the first to look back down.

When a noticeable time had passed, Harry spoke up. "I'm sorry for your loss."

Remus looked up, barely nodded, but didn't speak again.

When the Order woke up for the second time, they didn't all awake as one like they had last time. This time, they woke individually, and minutes behind others around them. And unlike the first time, Jonathan was not the first one to get up and ask him questions. This time, it was James and Sirius along with the Prewett twins, the Weasley twins, and strangely enough, Mrs. Weasley.

Fred was the first one to come up to him, and when he did, he poked Harry in the arm hard enough to push Harry back. Harry pulled himself back a step, but Fred was already looking over his shoulder to talk to George who was catching up to his brother. "Nope, no glamour. This is all of him."

"Huh," George said, squinting at him with concentration. "You sure? Nothing other than all that," he waved at hand at Harry, indicating his whole body.

Fred nodded. "Verified, George. A hundred percent, bonafide, skinny Potter."

"What are you both on about?" Harry asked, torn between amusement and the urge to poke Fred back as hard as he did.

"Well, you see-," Fred turned to look Harry up and down, like the youngest wizard of the three was hiding something underneath his skin.

"-we figured we'd check you for some kind of glamour spell -" George went on.

"-as no one we know can be as skinny-"

"-short-"

"-doe-eyed-"

"-skinny-"

"-wild-haired-"

"-did I mention skinny? Yes, I believe we have -"

"Boys!" Mrs. Weasley started.

" - as you are and still be able to fight off as many dementors as you did in your third year," George finished with a hard eye on him. "So, tell us-"

"-what's your secret?" Fred finished.

"Power enhancing clothes?"

"A wand with special runes?"

"A potion perhaps?"

"A blessing from an old deity of another world?"

"I'm not above aliens at this point."

Harry laughed as his eyes darted back and forth between the twins. "What -"

George raised a hand for Harry to stop talking, and Harry choked on his laugh at the same serious look on both twins' faces. "We've become aware of parallel jumping -"

"- skinny dementor fighting -"

"- you-know-who vanquishing -"

"- basilisk killing wizards that exist in our lifetime," Fred paused momentarily. "Honestly, I feel as if you are -"

" - the sixth exception to -"

" - Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration -"

" - You shouldn't be able to look like that and still -"

"Boys," Gideon Prewett smiled, looking to his twin.

" - be able to do all that!"

Fred and George exchanged a glance and shook their heads. "It's completely mental!" they said together.

Sirius and the Prewett brothers broke out into laughter at the twins' words and Harry found himself grinning along with them. He felt a heavy hand land on his shoulder from someone bending over themselves while laughing, and Harry recognized Sirius's nearly crying face. He was hunched over, trying to relearn how to breathe with snippets of uncontrolled laughter breaking in between his breaths.

Harry let the wizard keep his hand there as Sirius eventually stopped laughing and started in on the developing conversations about Harry's adventures with Ron and Hermione in his second and third year.

Lily stood closest to Harry on his other side and her eyes settled on Harry's upper forearm, where he had unintentionally been bitten by the basilisk. "You were in your second year and you fought a basilisk. A fully grown magically classified XXXXX Beast." She shook her head. "You were twelve."

The Prewett twins nodded, glancing at Harry, wide eyes in awe.

"It's insane," George agreed with Fred.

"And a phoenix delivers delivered a sword to you!" Sirius grinned, shaking his head. "Out of the Sorting hat. I mean- !" Both sets of twins laughed. "Does anyone else realize how bizarre that sounds? You killed a great snake, by ancient sword, from a hat! A fuckin hat."

Wizards and witches laughed around him. Sirius was shaking his head again, and Marlene appeared from behind, wrapping thin arms around his waist. Sirius turned to hold the witch, and Harry stared. He'd only ever seen his godfather sickly thin, nearly dead, on the run, and unhappy his whole life. It was strange to see such routine affection.

"Scabbers was Pettigrew," Mrs. Weasley added quietly. Harry's smile slipped from his face. The joyful air turned sour. "R-Ron's pet."

Harry forgot that Mrs. Weasley was seeing the son that she had lost for the first time through his memories. All of Ron's life was next to Harry, and the woman that could have been his mother was getting to see what he could have become. "No one knew," Harry reminded her softly. "He was very careful, for a very long time. Everyone just thought he was a rat."

Disgust passed over both Sirius and James's faces. The taller Gryffindor grimaced and held onto Marlene tighter. "And he had me locked away in Azkaban. For thirteen years," he growled. "I looked dead. By all accounts, I should have been," he shook his head as if to rid himself of the image. Marlene frowned and rubbed his back with her free hand.

"But then you saved him," James reminded them all, looking to Harry. "You used an incredible amount of magic, strong magic, at such a young age and drove off a swarm of dementors."

Lily smiled. "It really is a very advanced spell."

"With that muggleborn!" Fred added. "Your friend, Hermione. I can't believe they gave time turners out like that in your world, to just anyone."

Several of the Order members nodded in agreement, saying "Well thank Merlin they did!" or shaking their heads and saying, "They're children!" but it was the tone in which Fred had said his piece that made Harry uncomfortable.

"Hermione isn't just 'anyone'," Harry defended, and his small group of Order members quieted. "Maybe you didn't see - but it was Hermione that saved me and Ron time and time again. It was Hermione that identified the basilisk in my second year so we knew how to kill it. It was Hermione who was so clever that all of the Hogwarts Board agreed she could be granted a time turner for her studies. Not for personal gratification." Harry didn't know why, but he felt like he had to enforce Hermione's importance to these versions of his Order Members, as they didn't know Hermione. She was not only one of his best friends, she was the reason Harry was still alive.

"Hermione is the brightest witch of our age, muggleborn or not. She was the one who decided we could save Sirius, save Buckbeak, and save Remus from himself all in the same night. I'd have been dead a hundred times over by now without her," Harry announced.

Unknowingly, the rest of the room had quieted while Harry was talking, and his defense of Hermione echoed across the silent room.

Lily smiled softly. "She looks to be an amazing friend."

"Very sharp," James agreed. "It's always the smart ones you've got to look out for," he winked once at Harry, and Sirius rolled his eyes and groaned. All of a sudden, Harry had a very strong idea that everyone thought Harry's defense was for an entirely different reason.

Heat crossed over his face. "That's not -"

"Yeah sorry, I didn't mean to sound like I was stepping on your -" Fred started.

"Hermione's dating Ron!" Harry burst out, hands up.

Sirius and James exchanged a glance. "Huh," Sirius said.

"Even after you killed -"

"Oh Merlin," Harry shook his head. "That's not - we aren't - no. She's a friend. Has always been."

James frowned. "But why -"

"For pity's sake Potter, leave him alone. Not everyone was as girl-crazy as you in their youth," Mad-Eye barked.

Fred jumped. "Oh - no. Mad-Eye. In school," he whispered loud enough for Harry and those closest to him to hear. "Girl crazy. Doing things. Now I've got a bad image in my head, and I can't wash it clean. Murder me, George."

"After me Fred." They both made disgusted faces and shivered.

Sirius choked on a laugh, and Lily elbowed James before he could open his mouth.

"Well, I think it's unbelievable that Harry can talk to snakes!" Jonathan announced to the room excitedly. "No one in the Potter family has been a Parselmouth in over four hundred years. It's amazing!"

Harry cocked his head to the side, faintly amused. "You don't think it's dark?" he asked him. Because out of everyone, Harry would have thought that Jonathan would be the first one to condemn that part of him as Dark and Dangerous. It just seemed to fit with his very fixed viewpoints of the Gryffindor and Slytherin House traits.

Jonathan's eyes widened. "What? No. You can speak to an animal. You're like... what's that one muggle cartoon mum made me watch when I was younger?" He looked to his mother. "Snow Beauty? The one with the apple?"

"Snow White?" Harry grinned wide in an effort not to laugh.

"That's it! you're like Snow -"

Sirius stepped forwards and put a hand over Jonathan's mouth. "All right pup that's enough I think."

Jonathan ripped Sirius's hand away from his mouth. "My voice doesn't crack anymore!"

Laughs from various Order members rose up around the room.

Harry opened his mouth, but the noise of the fireplace coming to life stopped him short. Out of the center of green flames, a giant of a man with a mane of black frizzy hair walked out into the dining room. "Dumbledore, Sir, it's Hogwarts!" Hagrid yelled, his voice filling up the room.

Wizards and witches jumped to their feet and spit away from their social circles. "What is it?" Sirius asked, no longer joking or smiling. "What's happened?"

"Are the children all right?"

"Did the walls come down?"

"Who's on guard?"

"I'll answer yer questions if you'd give me 'alf a minute!" Hagrid said, his voice rising. "We need to leave! Now!"

People rushed to the fireplaces or out to the foyer to dissapperate, Harry guessed to Hogsmead, as no one was allowed to travel directly inside Hogwarts unless it was the Headmaster himself. Jonathan grabbed Harry's arm. "Come on, we've got to go."

"What?" Harry asked, too shocked at Jonathan to notice Lily and James scanning the room for them.

"Mom and Dad will help the Order. If Hogwarts is under attack, it's my job to grab the twins."

Harry was confused. "Twins? Fred and George -"

Jonathan rolled his eyes and pulled Harry along with him to a fireplace in the next drawing-room over. "Our twins. Sisters. Remember?"

Harry shook his head. "Our—Jonathan, no!"

Jonathan grabbed a handful of floo powder and held it up to an advancing Dumbledore. "Sir?" he asked, nearly demanded.

Dumbledore flicked his wand at the green powder, and it shone a bright green before returning to normal. "Get the younger students to safety Mr. Potter," he said, and Jonathan nodded shortly. Dumbledore turned to Harry next. "Save the students first. We don't know what we're up against."

Harry felt the beginnings of anxiety trail down his arms and he nodded once in understanding. He was heading into a war zone.

Jonathan pulled Harry into the fireplace with him and threw down the charmed floo powder.

"Jonathan -"

"Harry!"

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" Jonathan yelled over the noise of shouting people, over his parents. Harry barely saw Moody, James, Lily, Bill, and Sirius looking out after him from the other side of the room before he was whisked away into the flames.

In the next moment, Harry and Jonathan were falling out of the fireplace in the Headmaster's office in Hogwarts. Harry didn't even have time to look around before Jonathan was pulling him up and away from the floor and out to the outside halls. A blaring alarm, like a 1940's air raid siren, reverberated off the stone walls and drowned the noise of their racing steps. Harry tripped over himself once in order to catch up, but soon found his feet and ran side by side with Jonathan down Hogwarts ancient corridors.

The halls were empty, Harry noticed, and the inside of his childhood home did not look the same.

The same dark stone made the walls, held the same magical portraits and suits of armor, but there was more to it now. While Harry's memory of the giant castle was filled with attempted murder, bonds of powerful friendships, painful lessons, and heart-stopping adventures, there had also always been abandoned classrooms, empty hallways, and sparse furniture in the drafty halls. In this version of Hogwarts, everything was filled.

Portraits that he knew had never graced its walls were hung up sporadically as if they had never been organized into place, but just appeared there. Dark stained cabinets and shelves laid against the walls, filled with a number of all sorts of different things, mundane and magical. Like a place of eternal storage, cleaner than the Room of Requirement, and clearly organized in some sort of way.

He also noticed that every empty room that had been in his world had been made into something else here. Instead of dust-filled classrooms, there were plaque-labeled rooms like: 'family living quarter', 'secondary potions lab', 'day nursery', 'Tailor Shop', and many others. It was as if a city remained within the walls of Hogawrts, not just a school. Something Harry remembered might just be the case as he recalled his conversation with Bill from earlier.

Scattered pieces of parchment and upturned books were left abandoned in parts of the castle, but Harry didn't see a single witch or wizard. A vast difference from the students, Order members, and families that Harry had been told were staying here.

"Where is everyone?" Harry yelled at the younger wizard.

"If the alarm is on, most might already be in the dungeons!" Jonathan yelled, skidding around a corner and pumping his arms. His robes flew out from behind him as he ran, his eyes narrowed and focused.

"And everyone else?" Harry yelled.

"It was a Hogsmead trip today."

Harry nearly tripped over his own feet again. "What?"

"It's protected! Usually. Obviously not now - but normally, it's as safe as Hogwarts. The wards extend past even there now for our farms."

Harry had no idea what to say back.

They rounded a window that looked out over a majority of the landscape below, and Harry stopped. He could see sections of fieldwork and plants neatly arranged, the crops, he had no doubt. His eyes narrowed, and fear crept up his back. "Jonathan!" he yelled, stopping the younger boy in his tracks and turning around.

"What are you—"

Harry pointed out at the green hillside nearest Hogsmead. "There," he said quietly, his tone flat and concentrated. He thought he'd smelled smoke.

Hagrid's news brings trouble.

UP NEXT: Harry gets a little action, meets some people related to him, and becomes a badass.