Chapter 2 – confusion

"Harry? Harry, what's the matter honey? Did you have a nightmare?"

He jumped up as the figure leant over and felt for his temperature. "Get away from me! Who are you?!"

"Harry, it's me… its mom… it's alright, there's nothing to be afraid of, it was just a dream…" she said, reaching out to him. She changed direction and turned on a nearby lamp, illuminating her face. Harry gasped.

She was just like in his pictures! Long, flowing red hair, beautiful green eyes, small pointy nose… right down to the last freckle, this was his mom!!! "Mom? Is it really…?" after a second just standing there he leapt across the mattress into her open arms and cried onto her shoulders.

"Mommy?" someone called from the doorway. "Is Harry alright?"

"Yes dear, it was just a bad dream. Why don't you go back to bed?"

"But mommy…"

"No buts Laura! Back to bed, ill be there in a minute." She said. The little girl, she couldn't be more than five, turned and walked out the room. Lilly turned back to Harry. "Now, why don't you go back to bed? I'll see you in the morning." She lay him down and tucked him in, kissing him lightly on the forehead before turning off the lamp and leaving the room.

Harry went to sleep with one thought on his mind… 'Thank you, whoever did this… thank you so much!'

The next day, Harry got up at 5, as was his usual routine. Only when he woke up, he remembered… The prat that is now Neville Longbottom, the prat that was Himself, how he always picked on his sisters, how he was always playing pranks and terrorizing his sisters cat… how he tried to learn to cook… and how he was only 7 years old… He shook his head of these thoughts, and went outside for his workout. It was time to get this body into shape.

Unfortunately, he had to work off all the fat as well. Seems he had a thing for sweets and chocolates. He growled at how out of shape he was, and barely managed 200 metres at a slow jog before he was panting. He forced himself to finish another 600 before almost collapsing in the grass.

After a couple minutes rest he turned over and started to do push-ups… 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… and he's down!!! His scowl deepened, as did his panting. Didn't his counterpart exercise at all? At this rate he'd be 13 before he could do his usual 5 miles. He turned onto his back and tried sit-ups. He could hardly manage 10 of these. SIT-UPS!!!! For gods sake! This is ridiculous!!!

Scowling, he went back inside and had a shower. It was only 5:30, and most of that time was getting dressed! Grumbling to himself he went downstairs and decided he should start being nice to his family. He searched for the frying pans etc. and started to cook a breakfast big enough for the 6 of them.

He knew his mom liked omelette, his dad a bacon and sausage sandwich, the twins, Laura and Louise, liked full English, and rose had her bottle still. He got around to making 3 bacon and sausage sandwiches, an omelette, and plenty more bacon, sausages, eggs (of which there were all variety), black pudding, tomatoes, hash browns, and even though he hated them, mushrooms. He placed them on the table at 8 am exactly to find his family staring at him slack-jawed in the doorway, minus Rose, who was gurgling happily.

"Hi everyone…" he said rather timidly… he was, after all, meeting his family for the first time.

"Harry? What is all this?" his dad asked.

"I got up early and decided to make breakfast." He replied.

"And what exactly made you decide to make us breakfast of all things?"

He sighed. "I looked back on how I've acted all my life, like mom told me to and… to be honest, I hate myself… I promise, from now on, I'm going to change. No more practical jokes, no more being mean to the twins or anyone else, and certainly no more hanging out with Neville." The twins looked at him both very nervously and suspiciously.

"If you think I've done something to the food, hand me some and ill eat it first… unless its mushrooms, in which case, I cant stand them…" he told them, grinning slightly. This seemed to appease them slightly, so they went and got his plate, dishing on a small bit of everything, minus mushrooms, which he ate. After not turning into anything, and nothing happening, he'd finished the meagre portion they'd given him and went to clean his plate, his parents still standing in the doorway shocked.

"You sure you don't want more Harry?" Lilly asked.

"No thanks mom, I need to get into shape." He walked towards her. "Why don't you sit down? Ill feed rose, I made you an omelette, and dad, I've made you a bacon and sausage sandwich. That is your favourite, right?" He took rose and grabbed her bottle from the pan, checking it was the right temperature. Sitting down at the table, he became unaware of his families shocked looks as he fed his baby sister looking extremely content.