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Who: Harry Potter and Henry Mills
What: Harry needs help with some realisations...
Where: 754 Partridge Drive
When: The day after the part at the Lupins (9th September)
Warnings: None

Harry walked downstairs, thinking hard about the night before. He'd spent all the time the previous night and this morning wondering about the truth he'd realised and decided today he was going to try and find Henry to sort all this out. Maybe talking to someone would help?

Glad it was Sunday, he wandered into the kitchen and automatically went to the fridge to grab the orange juice, too busy thinking about Lily to see if Henry was there yet or not.

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Henry had walked downstairs, only a little after Harry. Upon coming into the kitchen he saw the other boy looking rather upset or at the very least, confused.

"Something wrong, Harry?"

Harry looked up from his cornflakes. He'd almost poured the orange juice on them, his mind was so fixated on last night.

"Oh hi Henry." He nodded in response, putting down his spoon. "Time's messed up here, right?"

Taking a seat across from the other boy, Henry gave him a small shrug.

"I think so. People keep saying we're all pulled from different places. So maybe?"

Harry nodded again. there was a long pause before he spoke softly and quite matter-of-fact. "I think my mum's here."

"Wait, what? Really? But wasn't she...?" He didn't really know how to word it. Because Harry had told him she had died in a car crash.

Harry shrugged, concentrating on his cornflakes rather than on Henry. "She has the same name as my mum and the same eyes as me and she's got a sister called Petunia who engaged to a man called Vernon. And my Aunt and Uncle are called Petunia and Vernon."

Was it a coincidence? Probably not. It matched up too perfectly to what Harry was describing. "Than she's gotta be your mom. There's no way she couldn't be!"

That's what he thought. "What am I supposed to do about it?"

"I'm not sure...did she know who you were?" That was important. He didn't need his friend to not exist anymore.

"Um...I think she probably worked it out at the same time as I did." Which wasn't good by the sound of it.

"So, what are you two going to do? I mean, if you both know why not talk to her about it?"

"I don't know anything about her. What if she's just like my aunt?" What if she doesn't live up to every thought he's had bout her over the past ten years?

"You won't know if you don't find out. You have to take the risk. I did the same." After all, Henry probably had the same doubts before. Worrying about if Emma would be all of what he hoped.

Henry did have a point. It was probably why they got on so well, their similar backgrounds. Nodding, he resigned himself to the fact that his friend was right. But then he remembered something else.

"Henry? What about your dad?" Because if Harry's hunch was right, his was here too!

What about his dad? There really wasn't much to it.

"My mom said he died before I was born." He seemed okay with it though. He never really knew him, and well there was the fact that he was a fire fighter that saved people before he did die.

"'m sorry." It seemed like Henry was okay with it, but that didn't help Harry with his own dilemma or his biggest fear. He was worried that, if his dad was here, which he was pretty sure he was, and his parents weren't together, which again he thought they weren't, would he stop them from being who they're supposed to be? He'd rather just be their friend than not exist!

"It's okay. He was a fire fighter. It was his job."

But Henry looks at Harry quizzically as he seemed to go silent. "Is there something wrong, Harry?"

Harry paused before answering, thinking for a second about how cool it would be to be a fireman, then his mind went back to the problem at hand.

"I think...I think my dad's here too."

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