The Second Coming of Harry Potter

[eats_snitches]

Who:Harry Potter [eats_snitches] and those eager to find him
WhereMain Hall
When:Just after his arrival
Rating:E for Everyone
Summary:Harry has just arrived at the Mansion, unaware that he has been there before
the Story:

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[pottershotter]

Suddenly, the Harry Potters multiplied. At first, they seemed to stand out only in height, an older Harry perhaps. But no, their eyes were far from that beautiful green, their foreheads lacked the signature scar, and if anything their hair was a bit messier, possibly on purpose.

But then, they waved. The lookalike was on the other end of the room, beaming at Harry. Indeed, it was Harry's father, though he was not as old as he should be, given Harry's age. He was actually younger, only a seventh year. James opted not to bother thinking too hard on technicalities like that, especially as it was his third time meeting his son already.

" Hullo there, Harry!" he said with a laugh. " Long time no see!"

[eats_snitches]

Harry stared at what appeared to be an older version of himself for a long time, his mouth hanging open. The figure was the same one that had stared proudly out at him from beside is mother in the Mirror of Erised, and who'd waved at him from the pictures in the album Hagrid had given him. He noted the messy hair, the glasses, and the cocky grin. It certainly looked like his father.

Keeping his wand in front of him, Harry took a few steps forward. He desperately wanted this person to be his father with every fiber of his being. It was his greatest wish come true. However, only last year someone he'd thought was kindly had tried to choke him to death. He thought it best to be cautious.

He didn't know enough magic to duel the older wizard, but the wand in his hand made him feel more secure somehow.

"Yeah," Harry murmured, his voice smaller and more terrified than he would have liked. "I don't even remember the last time I saw you."

[pottershotter]

At first, James was genuinely surprised by the reaction. He smiled though, accommodating the bit of fear, and he put his hands up just a bit - clearly nowhere near his wand.

" Ah, but I remember the last time I saw you," James said. " It was a few weeks ago now, and you hadn't turned twelve yet. Before then, I saw you during the winter, and you were nearly my age!"

He chuckled then, and tried to explain the best that he could. " This place is a bit funny with time," he said. " People come and go a lot, from different times and different worlds."

Somehow, each time James had to explain these things, it got a bit easier to do. He was less awkward, mostly, and was able to say he was Harry's father with much more certainty and pride.

"...I know I'm probably not what you're expecting," he added referring to his age and the fact that he was alive, " and that's because where I'm from, it's only 1977. Nothing's happened to me just yet."

[chess_wizard]

Ron sped down the stairs, searching excitedly for Harry. On some level, he was also a bit anxious; after all, this wasn't the Harry that had helped him settle into this strange place during the first few days. Instead, Ron would have to help Harry settle. Somehow, there was something incredibly... well, incredible about that. Ron Weasley. Teaching Harry Potter something. Brilliant!

He skidded to a stop when he reached a room loaded with a dizzying array of Potter reflections. Blinking a few times, he finally figured out what it was he was seeing. Oh. Oh great. It could have been worse, he supposed (at least Harry had been fortunate enough to not run into Sirius Black), but Ron didn't know how Harry would react to the whole time-hop thing, never mind what his reaction would be to seeing his long-dead father.

"Harry!" Ron cried out, despite himself. "You, uh... you've met, er...." Making a nervous face as he absently scratched his head, he murmured, "Blimey, this is a bit awkward."