The Potter Brothers Ch 1

Hi, I'm Maximum and I am 100% sane... I promise... No he isn't! Shut up, sorry, that was the voice in my he- I mean, my friend, called... Leonardo... Da Vinci! Oh who am I kidding, yes I am about 50% insane, not there yet but well on my way, I have now named my consciousness Leo! Finally! I have a name!

I would say this is my first story and to be nice, but then I would be lying... Anyway, please like and review, tell me what's good, bad and ugly about the story though constructive criticism please. Haters gonna hate, just do it in your own time and space.

This is also going to be a Sirius/Harry so if you don't like, leave this story immediately as I don't want to cause emotional scarring... Just kidding! No he isn't! Yes I am, now stop scaring the possible reviewers Leo *pushes him back into the dark recesses of his mind* there, peace and quiet... but seriously, anything further than T rated will be separated on my account will a huge warning across the front of it so your safe... ish...

ANYWAY, on with the show! Yes get on with it already! Damn he escaped!

Disclaimer for all of the book: I don't own any of this, only Leo, thought I don't even think I own him...

Hermione gazed across the dance floor, smiling as brightly as any newly-wed who had just shared the first dance of the wedding. Ron sat down next to her, red in the face having just danced with his mother who still happened to be very strong willed and very, very energetic for a woman of her age. Despite the euphoria of it though, she could not help but thing of Harry, the couples best friend and would-be best man, who had been missing for the past eight years.

Dean and Ginny sat down beside the couple. Ginny herself had been a wreck when Harry had gone, she had cried herself to sleep for at least a week before she ran out of tears. Hermione would know, she had done the same. About a year later and no sign of Harry's return she had decided to move on, and met up with Dean Thomas. Unlike their brief stint in sixth year they took it slow and the relationship built from there.

"Hermione." Ginny said, placing a hand over hers and drawing her out from her thoughts. "You're doing it again."

"I know, I know." She said sighing wistfully. "It's just, he should be here with us, at least today, shouldn't he?"

"There was nothing we could do 'Mione." She reassured using the nickname only a select few friends could use without them losing some important part of their body.

At that point Luna arrived, half leading, half dragging a very flushed Neville behind her. "Hermione, you might want to check the curtains by the doorway, they seem to have a large infestation of Blithering Humdingers." She said off hand.

Hermione easily understood the 'Luna speak' nowadays, a Blithering Humdinger was her way if saying there was a disruption going on somewhere. Curious she looked over to the doors where two middle aged men were being refused entry.

"The bride knows him I swear, just get her and it will all be cleared up I promise." One of them said loudly. The man who spoke turned to look at her, he had long, silky black hair, a small dusting of stubble and stormy grey eyes which reminded her strongly of someone but she couldn't remember who.

She decided to go up and deal with it, if she didn't know them in the end they would get thrown out, it was simple. Anyway, she wanted to remember where she knew those eyes from.

"Hermione dear where're you going?" Ron asked, a small questioning frown on his brow.

"Just to sort out the commotion at the door, don't worry." She grinned as he stood up to follow her anyway. Honestly, her husband could be so overprotective sometimes.

As she approached the door she wondered who the men could be, apart from her and Ron's parents there wasn't anyone here older than forty. The second man turned to face them for the first time. Bright, emerald green eyes froze her where she stood.

She knew those eyes.

He had the same hair, the same face, heck even the same glasses.

"Hermione, are you alright?" Ron said full of concern for his wife. She nodded faint heatedly.

'Pull yourself together Hermione, you can do this!' She said to herself, heart racing a million times a minute.

She marched up to the man and slapped him across the face before pulling him into the biggest hug she had given anyone in a long time.

"I'm glad to see you too 'Mione." He whispered in that same voice, and wrapped his much stronger arms around her and lifted her from the floor.

When they pulled apart, a million thoughts running through her head at the same time. 'How was he here?', 'why was he so old?', 'who was the man next to him?' But most of all was, "where the hell have you been!" She said almost shouting at him.

He grinned wildly before his expression turned to one more guilty looking.

Luckily the music was loud and the party was still going on behind her although a few people had turned to look at the scene she was causing.

"Hermione? Who are these people?" Ron asked still oblivious to the entire situation.

"Ron, I'm disappointed, after all this time you no longer recognise your best friend." He said, the wild grin back on his face.

Ron's eyes grew comically before he almost sprinted over to his friend and hugged him much like Hermione did, though definitely more manly as both men claimed later on. "Why are you so, old?" Ron asked causing the two men to snort with laughter.

"Why thank you Ron, I'm only forty five you know." Harry said sarcastically. "Trust you to say something so tactless to your best friend who you haven't seen for goodness knows how long." Ron blushed before stuttering over an apology. "It fine Ron, I promise." He said reassuring him.

Hermione narrowed her eyes, Harry caught the look and suddenly felt scared of the oncoming onslaught of questions he was likely to get thrown at him. "Harry James Potter, tell me now where have you been for the last eight years." She said in her best professor McGonagall voice as her friends had dubbed it.

"Only eight years? It defiantly felt much longer to me." He said avoiding the impending question.

She only glared at him. "Don't avoid it Harry, you can't disappear for that long and not tell us now."

He looked at her and said more seriously now, "when I tell you, and I will, it will have to be somewhere more private than this. Enjoy your wedding night, have fun and party. We just wanted to see you first, let you know we were here."

"Tough, you're going to tell us now, I'm going to tell people I'm leaving." She said, drawing protests from the green eyed boy.

"No, I would hate to ruin your night." He insisted.

"Harry, nothing could ruin my night now, I've got married to the man I love and I've just seen my best friend who has been missing for years." She said flashing a smile at him which he returned. And Harry knew better than to argue further, for when Hermione Granger, now Weasley, set upon an idea she would not yield until it was carried through.

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A few minutes later the four were leaving the wedding room, Harry still felt extremely guilty despite what Hermione had said. They were almost out the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder spin him around. "Harry, don't you dare leave without even saying hello!" It was Luna.

He grinned at her dress. It was a midnight blue but had beer bottle caps sequinning the hem. "Hi Luna." He said. She leapt forward into his arms.

"You will come visit before you go return again." She demanded, how she knew about all that Harry didn't know, but he also knew better than to ask as she would simply give a 'Luna' answer and start mumbling about the thick swarm of wrackspurts in the air.

"I will, but I have to go now." He promised with a final squeeze before turning to catch up with Sirius and the newly-weds.

Once they had all arrived outside Hermione simply said, "Grab my arm." And they did, apperating to Hermione's flat at the outskirts of London.

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The apartment was rather large, with two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living space and a bathroom. Hermione lead them all to the two sofas before heading into her bedroom to change which caused Harry another bout of guilt. She shouldn't have had to change out of her wedding dress tonight.

While Hermione got changed Harry followed Ron into the kitchen where they made some drinks in silence both knew the tension was in the air. Ron was the first to speak up.

"I'm sorry, for what I said, you know, before you disappeared. I thought it was me that had driven you off, I was, devastated." He said facing down into the empty mugs.

"I promise Ron, I didn't leave on purpose, I would have never left if I had the choice." He said, thought it was true though he had wished to leave, which had been the cause of his disappearance, but he would have never gone through with it. He had no idea that his magic had multiplied after the defeat of Voldemort. He had had the power to make what he wished happen, to an extent. Magic always maintained balance.

"Does that mean you're staying?" He asked hopefully.

Harry stiffened, he felt Ron deflate beside him. "I'm sorry mate." He said grudgingly. "But look at me, I'm twenty years older than you, I have a kid now. I can't stay! I don't belong here, I can only visit." He explained.

"Bloody hell Harry! You have a kid?" He said incredulously, attempting to mask the disappointment which Harry could easily see in his eyes.

"Well, yes, wouldn't you? Remember I am forty five now, it's complicated but I will explain." He was slightly uncomfortable with the conversation, they didn't know the whole story yet so it would be hard to explain it to them.

They worked in awkward silence, once the four teas were made they walked back through into the sitting room where Hermione was sat opposite Sirius who was looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable on his own.

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Hermione turned when she heard them come in, and graciously took her tea. Ron sat down next to her while Harry sat next to the mysterious black haired man.

After a few minutes of silence that no one wanted to break she decided to ask the second question that had been on her mind for the past half an hour.

"Who is this?" She gestured to the man who was currently pushing himself as far back into the chair as possible.

"Oh," said Harry grinning, "This," he flung an arm around the man's shoulders, "is my husband, Sirius Black." She gasped and so did Ron beside her, she could hear him spluttering but didn't pay attention, thousands of questions were forming in her head.

"Husband? Sirius?" She said loudly while Harry laughed. "But Harry," she paused slightly, thinking what to say next without upsetting him. "Isn't Sirius, well, dead?" She said in a quiet voice.

Harry however didn't sink like she expected, instead he grinned even further as if Christmas at the Weasley's had arrived. "All will be explained Hermione, but I'm going to tease you for now and leave you hanging on that." Harry said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Hermione groaned making Harry laugh even more, even Ron laughed (after recovering from the initial shock) knowing how much Hermione craved details to any story. It felt good to be laughing with all three of them again, it was like a weight that she didn't know was there had lifted. Very cliché and all but it was true.

"Oh, Hermione, guess what!" Ron said excitedly, rather unlike himself. "Harry has a kid!"

She gasped in surprise. "Two actually" she heard the man Harry had called Sirius say. She couldn't bring herself to relate this perfectly healthy man to the hollow, underfed looking man who had escaped from Azkaban to see his godson back in third year. Though now she looked closer she could defiantly see the resemblance in the two.

"Kids! You have to have pictures!" She demanded adamantly.

Harry smirked as if he knew how she would react and reached down his shirt for a small pouch. It seemed that it was extended like her purse had been during the war as he pulled a full sized photo album from it. He flicked through the pages until he found the one he wanted. "Here." He said pulling out a picture. On it were two boys both in their teens in there Hogwarts robes on platform nine and three quarters. One had shoulder length, black wavy hair like Sirius's and Harry's green eyes while the other was an almost identical copy of Harry but with dark grey eyes and a quirk in his smile which looked completely Sirius like. Both were giving the same triumphant grin as Harry was giving them now.

"The one on the left is Orion, he's the eldest at twenty five and the other is James, he's twenty four." Harry said pointing at each one in turn.

"But, Harry that would mean they're in our year and well..." Hermione trailed off, the confusion of the night finally showing through.

"Yes and you're very good friends with Orion and my nephew." He said drawing out another photo which made Ron and Hermione gasp. It was themselves, alongside the boy called Orion and a very real looking Harry Potter, the four were laughing at a joke that someone had made a few moments before the photo. "It was taken after you had gotten you NEWT results."

"But Harry, how?" Hermione asked exasperated.

"Yes Harry, I think it's time you stopped torturing your friends and got on with it." Sirius spoke for the second time with a humoured smile on his face, though still looking slightly uninvolved by the trio.

"Fine!" He said over dramatically. "Ok, here are the basics: due to some strange whimsical magical mishap and a wish to be with my parents I got transported to an alternate universe where I'm James Potter's cousin. The boy in the picture isn't me, that's my nephew, James's son." He explained as if this were the most obvious explanation.

Hermione's jaw dropped. "But Harry, how does that even work? And all the time paradoxes it creates! How the hell did you pull it off?" She asked digging for the answers. Magic had always amazed her and in situations like this it completely astounded her.

Once again Harry grinned. "Well magic always tries to find balance right? Well after the defeat of Voldemort my magic was running high, it had been stunted by the horcrux in the scar so when it was removed my magic was boosted hugely which was why the expelliarmus had defeated him and why the elder wand managed to fix my holly one.

"On that night," and they all knew which night he was talking about, "my magic was building up..."

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The Weasley's house was bustling with people it was a celebration as well as a mourning day for all those who had survived not just the final battle, but the war as a whole. A marquee similar to the one used for Bill and Fluer's wedding had been set up in the yard with a long table down its length for a communal dinner that night.

After the meal Harry had broken down in front of the entire crowd while asked to give a speech and had ran into the burrow where Mrs Weasley was waiting, welcoming arms wide open as always.

She held him and rubbed his back soothingly when Ron came in, more than a little drunk which had become depressingly usual for him nowadays.

"Why did you run away mate." He spat it out like an insult. "All those people are looking to you for guidance and you bail on them." He raised his voice, angry.

"Ron, no I'm just-" Harry stuttered, confused at why his friend was acting this way.

"Everyone out there had lost someone in that war and you're the one breaking down, you didn't lose anyone! You don't even have anyone to lose!" Ron was shouting now.

Harry was pissed, how could his best friend not understand what was going on with him? "Shut up Ron!" He shouted, he felt his magic rear up inside and lash out throwing Ron backwards into a wall, "I'm so damn tired on this! I'm expected to be strong, I'm expected to be the one looked at for guidance as you put it, did anyone ever think I never wanted the damn job!" He ran out the house and into the fields behind leaving confused members of the remembrance service, sprinting away as fast as he could until he couldn't run anymore. He collapsed and curled into a ball on the muddy floor and dreamed of what it would be like if he was just another person with a loving family, if he hadn't have been the chosen one and could have lived with his parents, godparents and Remus without the war hanging over them or them being dead.

Suddenly there was a great big flash and everything was white apart from a silhouette of a woman leaning over him.

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"And that's how it happened." He finished solemnly.

Ron felt guiltier than he had ever felt now he had the knowledge of what exactly happened, including the day after Harry left. "Ron I don't blame you for any of it, I get that you lost a brother then and you were bitter, if I had the choice at the time I wouldn't have gone but it was Emotional magic, so I didn't..." He finished and though it didn't make Ron feel any better about himself he put on a grateful smile for him.

"So what happened next?" Hermione said, eager for the story.

Harry was now lying sideways on the couch, so that his head rested on Sirius's lap and his feet were dangling off the edge. Sirius was gently tangling his fingers in Harry's messy hair. Ron thought they looked very close, though it was weird that Harry had changed so much, not that he was against him being married to a guy. It was just that it was Sirius and, well, he was his godfather wasn't he? It was all too much to get his head around in the short forty minutes that Harry had been with them that night.

"Well next, I woke up in a bright white room in my ten year old body with a woman leaning over me. I was pretty freaked out..."

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Harry slowly opened his eyes. He was in a bright white room which smelled like a hospital, a blurred shape of a woman loomed over him. He tried to blink the sleep out of his eyes before realising he wasn't wearing his glasses. Groping around on the table to his right his hands landed on a pair, he pushed them onto his face and everything came into focus. He caught sight of his hands and gasped, they were a lot smaller and softer than usual, in facts they looked like child's hands instead of normal.

Panicking he pushed the sheets off his body, it was true for the rest of him to, he was in a much younger body than before. A gentle hand rested on his shoulder. "It's all right, you're safe now." She said in a voice that made Harry want to trust her.

He looked up and looked at the woman he had seen before. She had blonde, curly hair which was tied up in a messy bun and a white uniform. She had warm, brown eyes and had a thin pair of glasses which rested on her nose.

"Where am I?" He said quickly, in a voice that defiantly wasn't his.

"You're in St Mungo's, a group of aurors found you badly hurt in a forest a few days ago, just after an attack on a nearby village. Do you remember what happened?" She asked.

Suddenly a rush of images shot through his head. Fire and screaming and lots of people running around.

He felt the healer rest a hand on him again, he realised he had started to shake and cry out slightly.

"Shush now, it's alright." She said. "You're not there anymore, you're safe." She hugged him slightly and he leaned in to the comfort. "Do you feel happy about answering some questions? It will help the aurors find the people who were responsible and also help you recovery if we know what had happened." She said once Harry had calmed down a bit.

"What happened to me?" He asked in a small voice.

"We're not entirely sure, you had several deep cuts and you were unconscious."

He nodded in response to the previous question and the woman picked up a clipboard of the small table next to his bed. "What's your name age and birthdate?" She asked.

He was unsure on how he should answer, if he said Harry Potter she would never believe him, but then again, he should probably answer with complete honesty. If it was in the newspaper that Harry potter had gone missing when a smaller looking boy who claimed to be him appeared they would at least make an enquiry. "Harry potter, ten and I'm born on the 31st of July." He said, deciding to stick sight he age his body looked. The witch raised her left eyebrow thoughtfully before scribbling something down on her clipboard.

"What's your name?" Harry asked back politely.

The healer smiled at him, "Catherine McDade Brown" she said, pointing at the badge on her chest. "I'm going to be looking after you for now."

"What was the last date you remember?" She asked.

He thought back to the service that was on the 23rd of May, a few weeks after the battle. He told her this and she nodded, writing on the board again.

"Do you remember what happened?" She asked with a worried look in her eyes.

This was the question he had been dreading, for some reason he could remember all this screaming, he remembered sitting in a wreck of a building, there were spells shooting across outside and it was raining.

"I remember being in a wreckage of some sort, there were lots of red and green spells flying past outside and there were lots of screams." He felt tears well up in his eyes. "Then I remember the forest, there were lots of people but they weren't screaming anymore, they were all dressed in black but I couldn't see their faces. Then there was pain, everywhere."

The healer took a moment to take it all in before hugging him, though not too tight as to damage the dressing on his cuts.

After pulling away the healer didn't speak again for at least a whole minute, writing a few things down on the clipboard.

"Do you mind us taking a small blood sample?" The woman said turning to get a small syringe.

Harry paled, "Wh-what for?" He asked panicking slightly. Last time someone had took his blood lord Voldemort had returned and one of his friends had died.

"Just to test in a potion to see if you have any remaining magical relatives." She explained simply. Harry was very suspicious now, he didn't know why she didn't react to his name, not even to tell him not to be silly or something of the sort was strange enough. And then there were the memories he didn't remember having but at the same time did. An ancestry potion would allow him to get answers as well as prove who he was.

He held out his arm to allow her to take his blood.

After a minute he figured that if something this big had happened it would be in the daily prophet by now. "May I see the newspaper for today?" He asked politely.

"Sure, but first we'll get you washed up and you need another set of potions and most importantly, rest. You've been in that bed for days now, in fact we were worried you weren't going to wake up at all." She said. "Here, let's get you out of bed then." She moved to his side to help him.

It was awkward at first but Harry managed to get into a standing position. His legs were tired and lack of use had made them weak so he hung on to the healer. It was very weird being shorter than before, he was at least half the height that he was. Another thing that was strange is that he was even acting as though he was a child, leaning into the healer for protection against the non-existent dangers of the hospital.

Once they reached the small bathroom connected to the ward! He saw a large mirror hanging over the sink. He closed his eyes, even though he knew what he would see he was dreading to look into it and have his fears confirmed.

'Come on Harry, where's your Gryffindor bravery?' He scolded himself and forced himself to look in the mirror.

He opened his eyes and saw his ten year old self stare back.

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"So just like that?" Hermione asked. "You were back in your ten year old body? Why couldn't you just wish yourself back here anyway?" She asked curiously, still wandering how it worked.

"I tried that! You see, you as a whole, are split up into three parts, your body, your consciousness and your soul which is where your magic resides. All three are really closely interlinked in that having a sharp mind and strong body increases your magic capacity, although even if you are the strongest and smartest your magical core still dictates how magical you are.

"When I made the wish in was transported into a new body which had a different magical core which was, while strong, not powerful enough to send me back into another dimension. So basically I'm a magic anomaly." Harry explained.

"So, how are you here now?" Hermione asked again, desperate to hear the theory behind dimension travelling.

"Well you should know Hermione, you figured it out, Where I came from of course. To be honest, I don't really know much, just that I have a link in both worlds therefore I can use a device to move between them, it's all very confusing and it takes a lot of magic to charge." He paused and looked to Hermione. "Is that a detailed enough explanation oh smart one?" He joked causing her to smack him over the head from across the coffee table.

"Yes it was oh stupid one! Now get on with the story!" She said indignantly but grinning anyway.

"Well after I looked in the mirror..."

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He was exactly as he remembered himself, but something seemed off, other than all the other scars he had obtain per throughout his years at Hogwarts his lightning scar was gone too! It was gone and he was actually scarless!

He stared at the mirror wondering if this was some sick joke or trick someone had played on him, but he doubted it, it felt all too real for something like that.

"Are you ok?" The healer asked fearfully when he had frozen, wondering if he was hurt or not.

"Uh, y-yeah." He answered untruthfully his voice trembling a little. She pursed her lips slightly, knowing she was being lied to but let it pass. She helped him into the shower, helping him wash before wrapping him warmly in a towel. He decided he really was beginning to act like a ten year old now as he didn't care that she had seen him naked or anything. It must have been a side effect of him being in his body.

Once he was dry and re-clothed in another, much fresher, hospital gown they walked back to the ward. He was able to walk much more independently now he had been on his feet for a bit. She gave him some potions to drink before she left, saying that she'd be back later with the results of the potion and that if he needed anything he only needed to call rather than get up.

Only when she had left did he suddenly realised how tired he was, closing his eyes he immediately fell into a deep sleep.