Harry nodded and reached into his pocket to retrieve the OWL results he had brought with him and handed them to the headmaster.
Dumbledore glanced over the parchment and nodded enthusiastically.
"Very impressive", he praised. "Very impressive indeed", he added with a smile. Charlus frowned and took the results from the man to read for himself, his eyebrows raising significantly as he did so.
"All O's and O+'s" he said proudly. "I wouldn't have expected anything less" he surmised. "Especially after everything you've been through, I mean a basilisk at age 12" he added, clearly impressed.
"A basilisk?", Dumbledore questioned frantically.
"The boy is more than impressive", Charlus replied dismissively, clearly not wanting to share any details with the old man. "Dorea will be pleased with a certain ability of yours, though you should keep it to yourself, people are still under the impression it is dark", he advised with a shake of his head.
Harry nodded his agreement. He understood that Charlus meant his parseltongue ability and knew from experience that the man was right in his deduction.
It was only a few minutes later that Dorea exited the floo once more and nodded towards her husband.
"He's coming, I told him we needed a serious family discussion" she explained nervously.
Charlus just nodded and waited for his son to appear.
The fire sprung to life after only a moment and Harry got the first glimpse of his father in person.
They did look very much alike, though the eyes were different and Harry's features were a little more delicate, but even stood next to each other the differences would be difficult to notice, the eyes would be the only real giveaway that they were not the same person. James Potter stepped out of the fireplace and immediately began making excuses, clearly thinking that he was here for something school related.
"Whatever it is it wasn't me, I've behaved myself…",
He paused as he caught sight of Harry, his expression mirroring his parent's when they first laid eyes upon him.
"Shit" he whispered.
"Language James" Dorea scolded and shook her head exasperatedly.
"It's not every day you walk into a room and see your double" James pointed out. "Is that polyjuice potion?" he asked walking closer to Harry and looking at him in awe.
"No James and stop prodding the poor boy" Dorea answered. "This is what we need to discuss with you, take a seat" she requested seriously.
"So I'm not in trouble?" James asked looking relieved.
"No" Charlus confirmed. "But this is very serious" he explained firmly.
James frowned and took the seat his mother gestured to, looking at his parent's expectantly as he did so.
Charlus sighed, finding himself in the position that Harry was in earlier and not knowing where to begin.
"This" he began. "Is Harry" he introduced the boy with a gesture.
"Ok" James replied skeptically. "What, is he a long lost relative or something?" he asked having already noted the resemblance between himself and the other boy. "In a manner of speaking" Charlus conceded. "But he's not from here" he added with a sigh. James frowned.
"Well where is he from?" he asked curiously. Charlus and Dorea shared a look and it was the latter that spoke.
"Harry was born in 1980" she sighed.
James shook his head and looked at his parent's confusedly.
"It's 1976" he pointed out.
Charlus sighed and dragged his hand through his hair, demonstrating where Harry had gotten the habit from.
"We know that" he said exasperatedly. "Harry has time travelled here" he explained simply. James just laughed and shook his head but stopped when he noted the grave expressions, his parent's were wearing. "You're serious" he choked.
"We are" Dorea confirmed quietly.
James's eyebrows rose and he looked at Harry closely, inspecting every detail of the other boy.
"You look just like me" he whispered.
Harry swallowed deeply and nodded.
"Are you my brother?" James questioned, all of the amusement now absent from his face. Harry swallowed again and shook his head slightly.
"Then who are you?" James asked almost desperately.
Harry tried to speak but the words stuck in his throat, he simply could not make a sound.
"He is your son" Dorea choked out. James's eyes went wide at the revelation and he stood and shook his head in disbelief and then burst into a fit of laughter.
"No, it can't be true, he must have come back what…"
"Twenty years" Harry said, cutting him off.
James turned to look at the boy and shook his head again.
"That's not possible" he stated. "Why the hell did you come? Why isn't the me from the future looking after you?", he asked confusedly.
Harry sighed and looked at his father sadly.
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