Harry Potter and Harry Potters

Disclaimer: I'm fairly sure I don't own Star Wars.

A/N: my first multi-chapter story. It won't be long though. It's going to be around 10 chapters long.

Chapter 1

"Who the hell are you?" screamed Vernon Dursley as he opened the door to his perfectly normal house.

"I'm professor Harry Potter, from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," responded a handsome, tall man in his thirties. The man was wearing a dark robe, covering his whole body.

"Wait, what did you say? You're Harry Potter?"

The man in question only looked at him dryly.

"I believe I know my own name, yes."

To say that Vernon was shocked would be quite an understatement.

"But… how is that possible? Harry Potter is here, in this house!" he said, starting to doubt his sanity.

"That is not important. I came here to get Harry Potter and accompany him to Diagon Alley. And, to be honest, I'm a bit tired of hearing your voice. Stupefy," the man said and Vernon Dursley fell to the floor, unconscious.

"Now, Harry, before we buy your supplies, I'd like to introduce you to someone."

"Umm, okay, who is it?" asked Harry Potter, a scrawny young boy, currently experiencing the most bizarre day of his life.

"Look, it's the person sitting on that bench," the professor said and pointed his finger to a nearby bench. There, on that bench, was sitting someone who looked exactly like Harry Potter, only older. Or younger, depending on which Harry Potter we are comparing him to. The man looked to be in his twenties, nearly thirties, and was wearing an expensive looking suit.

"Good to see you, Potter," said Harry's new professor and the men exchanged polite greetings. They looked like they knew each other fairly well.

"Now, is this who I think it is?" said the unfamiliar man, and Harry's professor replied, "I believe so. Harry, meet Harry Potter."

"Umm… who are you, Mr. Potter?" asked Harry, now even more confused than earlier. "Are you… my cousin or something?" the boy asked another question. The new, still unfamiliar Harry Potter only looked at him funnily, trying to suppress a smirk.

"No, I am your father," the man said and Harry fainted.

"Well, that was to be expected. Not curious at all, not curious at all…" muttered Ollivander, a really creepy, and really old man.

"Excuse me… what was to be expected?" asked Harry after he finally found a wand that matched him.

"Your wand. It's the same wand that You-Know-Who uses," responded Ollivander sadly.

"And who's that?"

"You-Know-Who. He's a very dark wizard. He killed your parents, but you vanquished him when he tried to kill you. That's why you're famous, Harry."

"Oh… I understand. But what's his real name?" asked Harry.

"His real name, you ask? Well, alright, I will tell you. His real name was… Harry Potter."

"Now, that's just retarded."

"Rise, my apprentice!" a high pitched, terrifying voice echoed in an empty hall.

"Yes... yes, my lord," a quiet, younger voice responded.

"Is everything going according to my plan?"

"Yes, my lord. Nobody suspects me. I will soon start another year at school."

"Good… Good… You can go, Potter. Soon, our greatest enemy will be no longer."

"Yes, lord Potter. I will make sure that Potter dies when the time comes," said the younger voice and left the hall.

"Yes… I will crush you, Potter. I will crush you, and your name will be forgotten. Everyone will bow to me!" screamed Lord Potter and went to relax at his favourite gay bar.

Harry Potter wasn't having a great day. Sure, it wasn't all bad. After all, he finally met his son, one Harry Potter. The boy was quite shocked, so they didn't get to spend a lot of time together. And now, he will be gone for several months, as he starts Hogwarts tomorrow. Still, meeting his son was a nice moment. However, the rest of his day was absolutely awful. His potato-selling company went bankrupt, and he was pretty much homeless right now.

"Bad day, huh?" he heard a voice to his left. He turned around and saw a handsome man, around his own age, wearing a pair of fashionable sunglasses.

"Yeah… want a drink?" Harry asked his new companion, and they started to drink together.

After a few awkward minutes, Harry started to feel a bit uneasy, but he wasn't sure why.

"Wait…" he said and looked at the face of his drinking companion. "Do I know you from somewhere? You look kind of familiar…" Harry said and waited for a reply.

"Maybe. What's your name?"

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter," Harry said and waited for the stranger to introduce himself.

"Well… what a coincidence…"

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger, who are you?" a young witch asked him, probably a first year too.

"I'm Harry Potter, nice to meet you," he responded and they shook hands. "Can I sit with you? I'm a bit tired and this compartment looks nice."

"Sure! It's not like I'm waiting for someone," said Hermione a bit sadly. "My parents are muggle, so I don't know anyone here."

"Oh, it's okay, I didn't know I was a wizard until last week. Let's be friends!" Harry said with much enthusiasm and his new friend blushed a bit.

"Hey, can I sit with you? It's the only compartment with so many unoccupied space," said a tall ginger boy as he looked into their compartment.

"No," responded Harry dryly.

"Oh… alright, then you won't see me for the remaining seven years, because the author doesn't really like me that much."

"That sounds good, I have to admit," said Harry and turned his head back to the window.

"Umm… hi, I'm Neville, can I sit here?" asked a young, chubby boy.

"Sure, Neville, let's be friends!" said Hermione happily and Neville blushed.

"What are these? Chocolate Frogs?" asked Harry, visibly confused by wizarding sweets.

"Yeah, check what card you got!" said Neville, while eating a bunch of snacks himself.

"Umm… I got Harry Potter," Harry said as he looked into the face of his new professor.

"That's cool, he will be teaching us Defence Against The Dark Arts!" said Neville.

"Guys, get changed, we will be arriving at Hogwarts in a few minutes!" said Hermione, quite obviously excited.

Twenty minutes later, they all left the Hogwarts Express and gathered around the train. However, they didn't expect to see the most feared wizard in recent history waiting for them on the platform.

"Hello there…" they heard his voice and half of the student population fainted, some of them screamed, and Ron Weasley died because of a heart attack.

"Holy crap…" whispered Harry and chaos erupted.