AN: Here's the next chapter. But unfortunately I'm going on holiday tomorrow so I won't be able to update for a while. :( Oh well.

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own anything you recognise.

James Potter was in a very good mood. Lily Evans, his one and only love, had smiled at him, actually smiled at him. It wasn't much to the amateur eye, but as Lily had hated James' guts for the past six years this was really quite an achievement.

So as he walked into the Great Hall for dinner with his best friend Sirius Black, he had almost completely forgotten about his duplicate who had attempted to squash Sirius yesterday. It wasn't until Sirius nudged him painfully in the ribs did he notice the Gryffindor table's new resident.

Now that he was conscious, the resemblance between them was even more pronounced. The boy was exactly the same height as James from what he could see, and they had the same untidy black hair and (he admitted begrudgingly) the build of someone who was once scrawny, but who grew a lot in a short period of time.

"Hello, earth to James?"

James blinked, suddenly aware of a hand waving in front of his face.

"Come on mate," Said Sirius, "let's go say hi to your twin."

James rolled his eyes at his best friend and walked over to where the kid was sitting, doing his best not to strut as he could see Lily watching them approach warily.

"Hi there," he said holding out his hand, "I'm James Potter, and this is Sirius Black, we were the ones who brought you to the hospital wing."

"Yeah, and for the record," picked up Sirius, "Any bruises you have, you got as a result of the fall." He winked, causing some of the girls who were within earshot to giggle girlishly.

As the boy turned and met James' eyes, he saw a thousand different emotions flow over his face. Panic, shock, sadness, pain, happiness. And then the moment had passed as soon as it had come, and the boy was wearing a blank, unreadable expression once more.

"Nice to meet you," he said politely shaking James' hand, "I'm Harry, Harry Otter. I'm an exchange student from Durmstrang"

"Well Harry Otter," said Sirius, sliding into the seat opposite Harry, "Welcome to Hogwarts! You are a Gryffindor, right?" he asked, shooting Harry a suspicious glance, "'Cause if you are a Slytherin I'll have to hex you!"

Harry's eyes widened slightly as he nodded his head furiously. James laughed.

"Good on you mate," he said, helping himself to a slice of chicken pie, "By far the best house,"

"Yeah, I know," said Harry enthusiastically, "I-I read about it in Hogwarts, a History."

"You read that?" Said Sirius incredulously, "I thought only nerds read that book. And Lily," He added hastily after seeing James' expression, "So I guess it is cool…maybe... it's just…I'm gonna shut up now," he said before diving into a plate full of mashed potatoes and sausages.

"Yeah, you better," James grumbled still looking slightly annoyed.

Harry, who had watched all this with amusement now turned to James.

"Who's Lily?" He asked, a slight grin forming on his lips.

"Only the most beautiful girl in the world!" James said loudly, causing half the Gryffindors to snigger, "She's going to marry me one day you know,"

At this Sirius snorted into his potatoes.

"Yeah, if she can just learn to stand the sight of you," To Harry he added, "he's been asking her out for seven years now, she hates him."

"She does not hate me!" James exclaimed, "I'll have you know that she smiled at me just this morning,"

"Ahh, well then," Sirius said, "That's a sure sign that one day she'll someday become your wife," He grinned at Harry who for some reason looked like he was trying to keep a straight face. "Anyway, back to Harry. Tell us about yourself Harry. And more importantly, why you look like James' long lost twin."

Harry looked down at his hands, hesitating before answering.

"I went to Durmstrang for six years but I grew up in England until I was eleven which is why I don't have an accent. I'm muggleborn so I have no clue why I look like you James, but I moved here because my parents were recently killed in a Death Eater attack and I had to come live with my aunt.

An uncomfortable silence fell in which James and Sirius looked at each other awkwardly.

"I'm, I'm really sorry Harry," James said eventually, "We didn't mean to bring that up."

Harry looked up from examining his feet and gave James a small smile.

"That's okay, you didn't know. In any case, I know they wouldn't want me to grieve for too long, they'd want me to move on, not to dwell on the past."

At this, Sirius clapped him on the back, grinning again.

"That's the idea," he said, "Now, I believe it's time for James and I to give you the official Hogwarts tour."

"Oh, don't agree to that," Came a new, quiet voice from behind them, "Never take a tour from these two, it will only get you in detention."

Sirius turned to scowl at the person who had joined them. He had sandy brown hair, a thin, tired face and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Moony, how could you," he said, apparently outraged, "I thought you were our friend."

Rolling his eyes James also turned to face his friend.

"Hey Remus, this is Harry. Harry Otter, Remus Lupin, blah, blah, blah. Harry's an exchange student, Moony. Remember, he was the one who attacked Sirius during Quidditch practice yesterday."

"I did not attack him," Protested Harry, "I wasn't even conscious!"

Laughing, Remus shook Harry's hand and sat down, grabbing a handful of chicken legs and started to eat.

"I've never heard of an exchange student before, is this much different from you old school?" He asked, biting a huge chunk off of one leg.

"Yeah, well, it was a lot colder at Durmstrang for one thing, and the food here-"

"You guys left me all alone, couldn't one of you have waited for me?" Complained a voice from behind them.

A small, watery eyed boy had scurried up to them, eyeing Harry nervously. And for a good reason. Harry was looking at him with such hate in his green eyes that James could have cut the tension in the air with a knife.

"Uhh, Harry?" he said, wondering why he was looking like that.

Suddenly, the look was gone and Harry smiled coldly, holding out his hand.

"Hello, I'm Harry Otter."

The small boy eyed his hand nervously before shaking it.

"Peter Pettigrew." He replied.

Sorry it's short, but I wanted to get something up!