Disclaimer: Padfootlet: I OWN IT!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Padfoot: *rolls eyes* no you don't
Padfootlet: ok maybe not but a girl can dream can't she?
Padfoot: They could but this is a dream that's never gonna come true
Padfootlet: grrrr... FINE!!! I DON'T OWN IT OK???? J.K ROWLING DOES!!!!
Happy?
Padfoot: yep!
A/N: ok be nice this is my first fan fic... flame me if you want... I don't care
ON TO THE FIC!
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"Where am I?" James Potter sat on a wooden floor looking around a room he had only seen once, when he had "rescued Sirius in the summer of their 4th year. As he looked around, his eyes rested on the bed. A boy about his age was staring at him with a mixture of disbelief and surprise etched on his face. 'Why does he look like ME?!!'
"D-Dad?" The boy stammered, getting to his feet staring at James. 'DAD???! WHAT???!!!' "W-What did you call me?" James asked completely confused. The boy jus continued to stare. "You know kid... it's impolite to stare". Said James, getting to his feet, a little annoyed that the boy didn't answer him.
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16-year-old Harry Potter sat on his bed at number 12 Grimauld Place looking at the picture of his parents wedding. 'It's all my fault he's dead.' Harry thought as his rested on his godfather, laughing in the picture in the picture. The term had ended 3 weeks ago. And he had been at Grimauld Place for about a week two weeks into the vacation his Guard from the Order had brought him here. He was glad that he didn't have to wait long, Dudley was still on his diet.
"W-Where am I?"
Harry was startled out of his thoughts by a voice he had only once, in the penesieve in Snapes memory last year. Harry looked up to see... his FATHER??!! But, he looked the same age as Harry! Plus, his father was dead so this was impossible! The boy who looked like his father was staring around the room, finally he looked over to the bed and his eyes met Harry's.
"D-Dad?" Harry managed to get out,
Getting up off of the bed. He was staring at his father with a mixture of disbelief and surprise etched all over his face. The boy on the floor stared at him with either alarm or confusion, Harry couldn't tell.
"W-What did you call me?" The boy asked, Harry continued to stare. "You know kid.. it's impolite to stare," the boy said getting up from the floor.
"Impossible." Harry said faintly. "Who... who are you?" Harry asked still staring at the boy. The boy narrowed his eyes a little, "now you decide to talk. I'm James Potter. Who are you? AND WILL YOU STOP STARING AT ME!!!" James yelled.
Harry shook his head, "Sorry... I-I'm Harry-Harry Potter." Harry said "P..Potter?" James mumbled aghast. James shook it out of his mind for the time being at least. "Why do you look like me?" James asked. "I... I'm... uh.. your.. your-"
"Spit it out!! James said,
he was getting increasingly annoyed and he wanted to know WHERE THE BLOODY HELL HE WAS!!!!!! "I'm your... uh... s-son." Harry stammered.
"Y-You're my WHAT??!! James bellowed. "B... But.... I'M 16!!! I CAN'T HAVE A KID!!!" James screamed. Suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.
"Harry! What is it? Are you ok?" A man had rushed in the room, he had graying brown hair and amber eyes. When he entered the room, he was looking from Harry to James, back to Harry again, and finally rested on James. His eyes widened in surprise, "Oh my god." He said breathlessly.
Padfoot: How come I'm not in the story?
Padfootlet: Because dad... your dead remember?
Padfoot: Oh yea. But then how are you talking to me?
Padfootlet: because I can that's why
Padfoot: Uh... I still don't get it
Padfootlet: That's ok you don't have to
Padfoot: wut ever
Padfootlet: Good? Yes? No? r/r plz!
Padfoot: *rolls eyes* no you don't
Padfootlet: ok maybe not but a girl can dream can't she?
Padfoot: They could but this is a dream that's never gonna come true
Padfootlet: grrrr... FINE!!! I DON'T OWN IT OK???? J.K ROWLING DOES!!!!
Happy?
Padfoot: yep!
A/N: ok be nice this is my first fan fic... flame me if you want... I don't care
ON TO THE FIC!
@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$@$
"Where am I?" James Potter sat on a wooden floor looking around a room he had only seen once, when he had "rescued Sirius in the summer of their 4th year. As he looked around, his eyes rested on the bed. A boy about his age was staring at him with a mixture of disbelief and surprise etched on his face. 'Why does he look like ME?!!'
"D-Dad?" The boy stammered, getting to his feet staring at James. 'DAD???! WHAT???!!!' "W-What did you call me?" James asked completely confused. The boy jus continued to stare. "You know kid... it's impolite to stare". Said James, getting to his feet, a little annoyed that the boy didn't answer him.
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16-year-old Harry Potter sat on his bed at number 12 Grimauld Place looking at the picture of his parents wedding. 'It's all my fault he's dead.' Harry thought as his rested on his godfather, laughing in the picture in the picture. The term had ended 3 weeks ago. And he had been at Grimauld Place for about a week two weeks into the vacation his Guard from the Order had brought him here. He was glad that he didn't have to wait long, Dudley was still on his diet.
"W-Where am I?"
Harry was startled out of his thoughts by a voice he had only once, in the penesieve in Snapes memory last year. Harry looked up to see... his FATHER??!! But, he looked the same age as Harry! Plus, his father was dead so this was impossible! The boy who looked like his father was staring around the room, finally he looked over to the bed and his eyes met Harry's.
"D-Dad?" Harry managed to get out,
Getting up off of the bed. He was staring at his father with a mixture of disbelief and surprise etched all over his face. The boy on the floor stared at him with either alarm or confusion, Harry couldn't tell.
"W-What did you call me?" The boy asked, Harry continued to stare. "You know kid.. it's impolite to stare," the boy said getting up from the floor.
"Impossible." Harry said faintly. "Who... who are you?" Harry asked still staring at the boy. The boy narrowed his eyes a little, "now you decide to talk. I'm James Potter. Who are you? AND WILL YOU STOP STARING AT ME!!!" James yelled.
Harry shook his head, "Sorry... I-I'm Harry-Harry Potter." Harry said "P..Potter?" James mumbled aghast. James shook it out of his mind for the time being at least. "Why do you look like me?" James asked. "I... I'm... uh.. your.. your-"
"Spit it out!! James said,
he was getting increasingly annoyed and he wanted to know WHERE THE BLOODY HELL HE WAS!!!!!! "I'm your... uh... s-son." Harry stammered.
"Y-You're my WHAT??!! James bellowed. "B... But.... I'M 16!!! I CAN'T HAVE A KID!!!" James screamed. Suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.
"Harry! What is it? Are you ok?" A man had rushed in the room, he had graying brown hair and amber eyes. When he entered the room, he was looking from Harry to James, back to Harry again, and finally rested on James. His eyes widened in surprise, "Oh my god." He said breathlessly.
Padfoot: How come I'm not in the story?
Padfootlet: Because dad... your dead remember?
Padfoot: Oh yea. But then how are you talking to me?
Padfootlet: because I can that's why
Padfoot: Uh... I still don't get it
Padfootlet: That's ok you don't have to
Padfoot: wut ever
Padfootlet: Good? Yes? No? r/r plz!