When Harry Met Harry

"King Dumbledore said not yet," Harry said as be bounded over to a chair. "Well not unless Kaiser dies then we'll have a problem with Zoltan. I think Uncle Charlie can take him, though."

Sterling stared at Harry.

Euphemia cleared her throat. "Albus Dumbledore told you that himself, did he? Over tea?"

"Sarcasm is unbecoming, Grandmother, and he said it over mangonada."

Euphemia glanced at the two men Harry had arrived with. Sterling was now eyeing one old man and Charlus was gaping at Henry, who was getting to his feet.

"He's Sterling," Harry announced. "Whichever one of you is Frederick…"

An old man with bushy eyebrows grinned at Harry and Harry pointed at him.

"The eyebrows. The Kiwi. Edward." Harry waved. "Hi, I'm Harry."

Edward's eyebrows went to his hairline. Henry, who was holding Charlus, looked over at him.

Euphemia cleared her throat. "What does it mean that you had mangonada with Dumbledore?" She held up a finger. "Do not tell me what mango chamoyada is. Why did he give it to you?"

Harry grinned. "For dessert."

Euphemia swelled and Harry laughed.

"I'm not lying. Dumbledore gave me lunch and good conversation. I'd like to go back to Mexico to eat a lot if you don't mind," Harry said.

Euphemia turned to face Harry fully. "Why did Dumbledore give you good conversation and lunch?"

"He said he wanted to get to know me and that he's been watching me since Godric's Hollow. He said 'cause I'm Zeus, he's Cronus, and Henry is Uranus." He laughed. "I freed my three uncles from Tartarus."

Sterling dragged his eyes away from Frederick to look at Harry again. He looked aghast and Harry laughed harder. Edward laughed softly, too.

"Harry, what are babbling about? None of it makes sense," Euphemia said.

Offended, Harry said, "It does, too. And I don't babble."

"You are speaking nonsense incessantly," Euphemia amended.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "You can't trick me. That means the same thing just with more words."

They both turned to Edward when he laughed out loud.

"Nothing he's saying is amusing." She turned to Sterling. "What does it mean?"

"Egil Grindelwald hit him and consequently set them free," Sterling said. "He disappeared for about four hours and reappeared standing in between Dumbledore and Grindelwald in their top box." He shook his head. "You won't believe the…"

He brought himself up short then rolled his shoulders.

Charlus finally stepped away from Henry. He walked over to a corner wiping his face. Once his back was against the wall, he pointed at Harry.

"You have had me stressed and distressed all day. It's as if you woke up this morning and said 'how will I bring Charlus to the edge?'"

Harry shook his head. "No, I asked what was for breakfast when I woke up."

Euphemia sighed heavily and Edward continued to grin at Harry. Henry and Frederick were amused as well. On the other hand, Charlus pinched the bridge of his nose and Sterling closed his eyes.

"And what are you on the edge of? Are you going to jump?"

"Yes," Charlus snapped.

Harry frowned. "Well don't do it here. I think you should do it at your house."

"Harry!" Charlus barked.

"Yes?" Harry said patiently.

Charlus grabbed his hair and Harry grinned at him.

"You are being particularly irritating this evening," Euphemia said.

"I don't think I'm being anymore irritating than I normally am," Harry said. "I just think you're all confused and angry with each, so I appear more irritating since I don't care to unconfuse you." He frowned. "Disconfuse? What's the right word?"

Euphemia leaned forward. "I don't care to assist you at the moment."

Harry peered at her over his glasses then shrugged. "That's fine. I'll just go around all your friends sayin' the wrong words and tellin' them you don't like to help me learn."

"Harry!" she snapped.

Harry fell into another giggling fit. That was until someone cleared their throat. Harry looked up and around until his eyes met the other green pair.

"I fear we have a problem, young man," Henry said.

Harry nodded. "I have lots of problems and lots of questions."

"So many, many problems," Charlus said.

Henry glanced at Charlus then turned to Harry. "The first among of them, I suppose, is that we both cannot be Harry Potter."

"We're not. I'm Harry and you're Henry.'

Euphemia bit her lip.

"I beg your pardon? You will not breeze into my house – "

Harry sniffed. "Your house?"

Euphemia placed her hand against her mouth.

"With my face and then declare my name to be yours, too. I've been known as 'Harry Potter' all my life."

Harry shrugged. "You'll be known as 'Henry Potter' for the rest of it."

Frederick snorted.

Amazement flooded Henry's face. "Who do you think you are?"

"I'm Harry. James. Potter, Master of the house."

Henry's eyes looked as if they were going to pop out of his head as Euphemia burst into laughter. Charlus laughed softly from his place in the corner and the other three men grinned at Harry.

Sterling pointed at him. "I meant it when I said I liked you." He nodded. "You have my apologies."

Bemused, Harry asked, "For what?"

Sterling waved his hand. "Later."

Charlus stepped forward. "Alright, Harry – "

"Yes?" Henry said.

Charlus glanced at the ceiling, but continued on to Harry, who grinned at Henry in triumph. He waved his wand and a stone basin floated over to the coffee table. The basin was very gray and decorated in odd symbols.

Harry leaned forward with a scrunched face. "What's that? Runes? Why not Old English?"

Charlus turned to Henry and Harry followed suit.

"Yes, Runes and because no one ever cared to discover the magic behind Old English," Henry said.

Harry relaxed much of his face, but his brows remained furrowed. "Is that the 'magic is in everything' stuff Dumbledore was talking about?"

"Yes," Henry said slowly. "Did you enjoy your conversation with Dumbledore?"

"It was enlightening," Harry responded in the same manner. "I just have to figure out how."

Charlus stepped forward. "You won't figure out a damn thing." He placed his wand at Harry's temple. "Think of everything that happened from the time Egil pushed you to when you joined us in the hotel room."

After a few moments, Charlus removed a long, silvery string from Harry's head. He placed the string in the basin and swirled the contents around.

Harry opened his mouth, but Henry said "It's called a penseive."

"Thanks."

Charlus tapped the basin with his wand and Euphemia dimmed the lights. The opening scene was of Harry staring down Albus Dumbledore and Dumbledore returning the favor.

"You have the balls of a grown man," Sterling announced.

They watched Egil push Harry and Harry's retaliation. They watched the mini conversation with Dumbledore. When Zoltan and Dumbledore spoke, Henry, Frederick, and Edward shared a look.

Harry eyed them, but didn't ask.

"…all I'm gonna do at Alexandria is learn how to have a good spirit?"

"The School of Alexandria?" Henry asked.

Harry nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Impressive."

Other things gave Henry pause, like 'Maynard,' and 'Cepheus.' Charlus turned red when Henry looked at him. The comment about his mother made Henry raise his eyebrows. Then they watched the conversation between Dumbledore, Harry, and Grindelwald. The show came to an end when Dumbledore returned Harry to Barty Crouch.

It was silent for a few moments as everyone gathered their thoughts.

"That was weird," Sterling said. He pointed at Harry. "You're weird. I understand the washing of the house and the dementors on a surface level, but someone is going to have to explain that in more detail, please."

Charlus looked at him. "Is that what really captured your attention?"

"Yes, and it's bothering me."

Harry kept his eyes on Henry, who continued to stare at him. "That was weird. You are, indeed, weird…" Henry turned to Charlus and Euphemism. "This is all very…weird. Peculiar and fascinating." He turned to Charlus. "Lucretia?"

Charlus shook his head. "Dorea. Cygnus' youngest daughter."

Henry, again, looked between Euphemia and Charlus. "The battle lines have been redrawn everywhere. You should tell Charlus you want to speak to your mother? Earliest days in Godric's Hollow? What in the hell does that mean?"

Euphemia held up a finger and Harry huffed.

Fredrick said, "They're no longer friends. Just allies until this one makes his choice."

"This one? Me?" Harry shook his head. "Why am I choosin'?"

"Because Grindelwald will force your hand," Frederick said. "Who is the fourth half-blood? Harry was right about that, correct?"

Charlus sighed. "Tom Riddle. The Headmaster of Durmstrang and a half-blood born to a wealthy, muggle man. He may or may not have murdered the muggles. We don't know as everyone was paying attention to you."

"Morfin Gaunt – Marvolo's son – was blamed for it," Euphemia said.

Charlus said, "I did a little digging. Interesting coincidence, his name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. In a fascinating turn of events, Morfin went to prison bitching and moaning about his daddy's ring."

"If you remember," Euphemia said, "Marvolo had a daughter. She disappeared early in the twenties and was never found?"

Henry nodded. "Yes, I remember." He took a deep breath. "Yes, Sterling, we are in deep shit, but I think we have some years yet before we sink or have to swim in it."

"Ok. Something else is bothering me. What was Dumbledore doing? Harry's right, right? Dumbledore was doing something?" Sterling said.

The three old men looked at each other then they turned to Harry.

"Dumbledore is a homosexual who couldn't make his lover start a family with him," Frederick announced.

Everyone except Harry turned to him and either laughed or smiled. Harry was just confused.

"Such poetry, sir," Sterling said.

"What's a – "

Euphemia waved her hand at Harry. "Charlus will explain it to you at a later date."

"Go to hell, Effie."

"Someone must explain it. He cannot be allowed to go back into the world having heard the word and not know what it means."

Charlus scoffed. "Have Freddy do it."

"No," everyone except Frederick said.

Sterling held up a hand. "As riveting as this is, how does that answer my question?"

"He has no heir," Edward said. "Dumbledore was doing one of three things: assessing a potential successor, assessing a potential stone to kill two birds, or doing both at the same time. I think, when they next meet, we will get our answer."

"He meets Grindelwald before that," Sterling said. "Why? What's he want?"

This time no one answered.

Sterling looked around. "You know the answer, so…" He looked at Harry. "Go to your room."

"Yes," Euphemia and Charlus said.

Harry huffed. "Fine, but I gotta ask a question…"

"Go on," Charlus said.

To Henry, Harry said, "Who was the parselmouth? 'Cause I'm one, too, and that had to come from you people."

Charlus threw back his head. "Merlin, please, it's been one thing after another all day long. Now do you see why I'm going to jump?"

Henry narrowed his eyes. "You are a lot of trouble jam-packed into a tiny body."

"Tiny?"

"Miniature. Small," Henry emphasized. He hummed. "Little Harry. How do you like the sound of that?"

Harry opened his mouth, but horror and disgust had him at a loss for words. "'Little Harry?'" He'd never been so offended in his life. "Little. Harry?" Harry jumped to his feet, and to the amusement of everyone else, stormed out the room. "Have a bad night, sir!"

An hour later, Harry was lounging on his bed when he heard a knock. He sat up as the door opened andHenry stepped inside.

Harry scowled. "Sir?"

Henry's lips twitched. "You cannot still be smarting over 'Little Harry.'"

"It was rude."

Henry laughed silently as he looked around. "Green. I see why Euphemia considered I'd died and reincarnated myself. Do you come here often, Harry?"

Harry shook his head. "No, we only come here for Christmas 'cause I'm supposed to know England as home or something like that."

Henry continued to look around. "Who is 'we?'"

"Uncle Charlie and I."

Henry looked around Harry's playroom. "Why wouldn't you know England as home?"

"I haven't really been here. When I was two I went to the Olive Tree in Athens. It's a nursery part of the Palladion and I stayed with Uncle Charlie after he asked me to live with him. Now we're in Egypt a lot," Harry said.

Henry returned to the room and sat on the sofa. "Charlus asked you to live with him? Where did you live before that? Godric's Hollow?"

Harry shook his head. "In Grandmother's terraced home in London."

"With your parents?"

Harry shook his head again. "With Grandmother."

"Are your parents still with us? Amongst the living?"

Harry nodded. "I think so. I don't know where my mother is."

"Yes, yes, Albus alluded to that. Your grandfather…where is he?"

"You mean your son? In Mexico."

Henry touched his lips as his chest heaved. That only lasted a few seconds for he took a deep breath and lowered his hand. "I'm confused, Harry."

"About what?"

"Your parents and grandparents are still alive, but you live with Charlus full-time. You lived in Euphemia's London home with who?"

Harry frowned. "With her."

Henry closed his eyes. "Ok. You called yourself master of this house. You are Fleamont's second grandson and that's why you're here. That doesn't explain why you aren't in Fleamont's house – "

"I don't think he wants me there," Harry said.

Henry exhaled. "Fleamont doesn't want you in his house. Your being a second son doesn't fit no matter what he has against sharing, so what's the reason?"

"I'm not her son. Or my mother's a poor muggleborn."

"Whose son? Your father's wife?"

Harry nodded. "Cordelia."

"And who was Cordelia born to? What family name did she have before Potter?"

Harry furrowed his brow. "Err…Yaxton?"

"Yaxley. Maynard. Circle closed." Henry exhaled. "That would've bothered me all night. Thank you."

Harry shrugged. "You're welcome."

Henry took a deep breath. "Alright, Harry James, you may remain co-master of this house." He leaned forward. "I'm not dead yet. This is still my house."

Harry grinned at him. "I was just makin' a point."

"And you made it," Henry said. He crossed his legs. "What did you enjoy most about your conversation with Albus?"

Harry frowned. "The magic stuff and how to be good at it. Are you very good with legilimency? Can you teach me?"

Henry smiled. "Yes, I am, but you and I will first focus on occlumency. Protecting your mind is imperative. Do you meditate when you aren't in school? Does Charlus have you do that?"

Harry nodded. "Before bed and twice a day on the weekends."

"Excellent, Charlus." He touched his face then took a deep. "Gellert will send for you and he will keep you for a night or a day and there's nothing I can do about it. Presently, his actions have very little to do with you. That's to say, he cares nothing yet for molding and influencing you. That will begin when it's time to choose a language to learn for school."

Harry furrowed his brow.

"Right now, it's all about me and him. He will want me to know that he has you, that he can take you whenever he wants, and that he can keep you for however long he wants," Henry said.

"Oh…what did you mean about the language?"

Henry sighed. "You're going to learn German – "

Harry wrinkled his nose. "Durmstrang? The only thing people can say about it is that it's cold."

"Freezing. The sun disappears in late November and refuses to return until the middle of January," Henry said. "Gellert will want you to go there."

Harry continued to frown. "What's it like? Miss Thanos tells me about it a lot, but I'd like an opinion from someone…heh."

"'Heh.' What's that?"

"She's an Acolyte." He shook his head. "So what's it like up there?"

Henry narrowed his eyes. "A teacher at Alexandria is an Acolyte and you are familiar enough with her that she is comfortable telling you about Durmstrang?"

Harry nodded. "She was my Greek Philosophy teacher last year."

"What else do you talk about?"

"Food and coffee." He grinned. "She tells me I should be a gas…gas – err – a food traveler."

Henry peered at Harry over his glasses. "Gastronomic traveler. She doesn't discuss Grindelwald with you at all?"

Harry shook his head.

Henry hummed. "Durmstrang is…brutish and far too lenient. I imagine even more so with who is now at the helm. It caters to the smartest children of aristocrats. You'll find yourself surrounded by the children of purists and classists. No muggleborns and very few poor half-bloods and purebloods will be there."

Harry nodded. "She said that."

"That doesn't bother you?"

Harry frowned. "I don't know any muggleborns or any poor half-bloods and purebloods now."

"Of course not. That you are surrounded by old, wealthy purebloods who refuse to associate with anyone outside their own sort makes it almost impossible to change that." Henry sighed. "The curriculum is darker than just about everywhere else. Only Almalja and Koldovstoretz come close. At Durmstrang you don't just learn the Dark Arts enough to know how to protect yourself against them. You learn how to practice them yourself."

"Oh."

Henry nodded then exhaled. "Enough of that for now." He stretched. "Do you see your father a lot?"

Harry shook his head.

"Do you want to see him more?"

"I don't think so. He doesn't seem fun," Harry admitted.

"What does that mean?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. He upsets everyone."

Henry crossed his arms. "How often have you been in your father's company?"

"Twice, but that was enough."

Henry laughed. After a moments, he asked, "What does it mean that he upsets everyone?"

"Well…when he came to visit in Cairo, Uncle Charlie was unhappy for a few days after. Uncle Charlie didn't like it that he said Uncle Charlie was probably using me. Quintinus said he said it because he didn't have a lot of choices."

Henry blinked. "Your father – James – didn't have a lot of choices?"

Harry nodded.

"Ah, you're a beacon of information. I think you just added another piece to the puzzle," Henry said. "What happened today? This was the second meeting with your father, correct?"

"Yes, and he was just annoying. He tried to get me to answer Maynard's question, but Grandmother told me to practice discernment."

Henry grinned at him. "What was the question?"

"How I know Mr. Crouch."

"How and why do you know him?"

Henry picked Harry's brain for the next fifteen minutes and Harry was happy to oblige him. He even let Harry ask him a bunch of questions. Some he didn't answer – with a promise to return to them at a later date – but most of them he did.

At last, Henry said, "Thank you, Harry, you've been very helpful."

Harry beamed at him.

"I'm sure he was."

Both Harrys jumped. Charlus and Euphemia stood in the doorway.

"Only five minutes ago did we realize our mistake when we met in the dining room to eat," Euphemia said.

"It's what you deserve for avoiding me."

Harry frowned. "Why would they avoid you?"

"Because they didn't want to answer the questions you were too eager to answer," Henry drawled. He turned up the other two. "Well done. He's everything Dumbledore claimed he is and more."

"Thank you," Harry said.

Henry bowed his head with a smile and the other two looked on with fond exasperation.

The mood in the room changed when Henry said, "Taurus, James, and Fleamont."

Charlus threw back his head.

"Quintinus is too much to place on his shoulders…" Henry said.

"The woman in the room showed me I have time and I already know everything you're going to say. Quintinus has said it all," Charlus said.

Henry paused then looked at Harry. "Would you mind terribly if we hosted the rest of our family in the coming days? Ned, Freddy, and I are too old and sickly to go to and fro to see our children and cousins."

Harry frowned. "What do I get out of it?"

Henry's lips twitched. "What do you want?"

Harry's eyes went wide. "A big boy broom."

"Very well."

"No."

"Absolutely not."

Harry scowled at Charlus and Euphemia. They, however, had their eyes on Henry.

Euphemia stepped forward, wagging her finger. "You will not come here and bend to this child's will and way. We have established order as difficult as he makes it."

"The display in my sitting room suggests you are far more lenient than you claim to be," Henry said.

Euphemia narrowed her eyes. "Harry is allowed his impertinence – "

"I'm certain your sons have never seen you in action with him and would be shocked at how much leeway you afford him. You need not huff and puff. I will see it for myself in the days to come," Henry said. "But none of this matters. Let me have this." He smiled. "Let me have my way."

Euphemia closed her eyes and Charlus threw his hands up. Harry looked around.

He was getting a broom.

Harry grinned at Henry. "I think we're gonna have a lot of fun, sir."

Henry tilted his head. "That is all you've called me tonight. Pick one: Grandfather, Grandad, or Grandpa."

Harry beamed. "Grandad."

The end of part one. Enjoy. I'll be back in a week or 2.

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