A/N: I am a really, really, terrible terrible person, and I'm sorry this is so late. So sorry.

Harry's head felt like ow. Harry realized that ow was not a very eloquent way of putting it, but it was hard to think of a good simile when your head hurt as bad as his did. He was sprawled across the cold rock hard ground of the cell that he had found himself in after Voldemort had killed him. Or tried to kill him. It was confusing. If the universe had been merciful he would have stayed there until he faded away into oblivion.

The universe wasn't merciful.

"Oi! Harry!" said a voice. Harry ignored it. Then the shaking began.

Harry made a sound half way between a growl and grunt, and rolled over so that he was laying on his back. "What?"

"Well, mate..." said James. "Our new acquaintance, y'know... the guy who turned you into a bunny?"

The other James waved sheepishly from across the small room.

"Well, he and I, we noticed that you seem to be trying to sink through the floor over here" said James.

Harry huffed, rolled back over, and resumed his attempt at nonexistence.

"Was it something I said?" The first James said feigning hurt.

"Dunno, mate," said the other. "You said he said that he was dead?"

"Yup"

"Perhaps he's having a go at being a corpse?"

Harry's blood boiled. "Everything is just so funny to you two!".

"Yeah, pretty much," said the first James. "It's how I deal with reality".

The other James nodded. "Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things, that's what I say".

"How'd the bee get into your bonnet?' Said the first one.

Harry glowered at the floor for several seconds, but he couldn't really blame them for not understanding. He was glad they didn't understand. He had died to protect that kind of innocence. Harry sat up and chose the most evasive answer to the question. "The bunny spell gave me a migraine". He hoped they would except his slightly lame but nearly true explanation. The last thing Harry wanted was to be pitied. He'd made his choice and would rather be remembered as a martyr rather than a murder victim.

"A migraine?"

"Why didn't you just say so?"

James, Harry had lost track now so he couldn't really say which one it was, pulled out his wand pointed it at Harry and casually said "aeger non".

Harry gasped and considered rolling out of the way, but since he was dead what difference did one measly spell make? Then he remembered that he'd been turned into a rabbit.

Luckily, this time the spell was beneficial and Harry's headache vanished. "Er... Thanks. "

"Don't mention it." said the James. Now that Harry got a proper look at him he could see that this James was the one that hit him with the bunny spell. He was the only one of the three of them with out glasses which gave Harry a unhampered view of his achingly familiar brown eyes. They reminded Harry of someone.

"James?" said Harry.

"What?" They both said.

Harry groaned. "Okay, this isn't going to work".

"It's working fine for us" said the Brown eyed James.

"Well, dear, it's him, not us" Said the hazel eyed one.

Brown eyes mock gasped. "Surely he's not breaking up with us already".

Harry was not amused. "No, I'm not breaking up with you. I'm just going to have to call one of you Jim".

Both Jameses look at Harry like he was telling them to throw orphaned kittens into a volcano.

"No"

"Absolutely not"

Harry sighed. "What about Jimmy?"

"That's even worse!" said Brown eyes

"Boys, I may have a solution to our problem," said Hazel eyes. "But realize that by calling me by the nickname I am about to reveal to you, you become honorary members of a select society of pranksters".

"Oh, joy," said Harry with no joy in his voice.

"Count me in!" brown eyes was a little more enthusiastic then Harry.

"In certain circles I am known as..." he paused for effect "Prongs".

Harry died a little inside.

Before hazel eyes announced that he was in fact Harry's father Harry had been quite content to think of the two other boys as crazy coincidence or some strange creation of his dying mind. Now, he knew. This James was Prongs, ergo this James was his father. And wasn't that what he'd wanted?

No. No it wasn't what he'd wanted. He'd wanted Remus and Tonks and Fred and Dumbledore and Doby Sirius and Hedwig and his mum, and yes, he wanted his dad. But he'd wanted the mature adult Dad, not the 'Arrogant Toerag, I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the Giant Squid' Dad.

Still Harry supposed it was his own fault that he was disappointed. Just because he'd sacrificed himself to defeat Voldemort didn't mean he was entitled to whatever afterlife he'd been expecting. Besides where did this other James Potter come in. He had some recollection of the boy telling Prongs his entire life story, but seeing as Harry had been a rabbit when this occurred he didn't really remember the details.

Harry shifted his attention to James (The brown eyed one. Harry didn't feel right calling his dad by his first name now that he knew it really was his dad). The boy was making the exact same face that Ron always made when he had two emotions at once (usually Ron's emotional crises were caused by a certain Miss Granger). James, Harry diagnosed, seemed to be both happy and sad. Hermione would say melancholy, but Harry felt that in James's case there were definitely two distinct feelings going on. Harry thought that perhaps, if he had to be poetic about it, he would say that James looked like some one who'd been told that the cookie that they were about to eat was the last cookie they would eat in they're entire life. Happy to enjoy the cookie, distraught that the cookie would never be enjoyed again.

POP!

Another boy appeared in the room and Harry understood exactly how James felt.

Sirius Black was in the house. Er... Cell.

A/N: Yeah! I've resolved the annoying narrative problem of having two characters with the same name. Also, I would like to thank mrrp01, Nobody, and Thanatos1320 for reviewing!