H.P:the Difference Between Brothers?

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It surprisingly didn't bother Harry. At least not in a personal way. It was more the realisation that Alex had people other than James, while Harry barely even had that.

The library was quiet, and while Harry itched to spend the day exploring or holed up in his storage room, he made himself comfortable in what was becoming his usual spot. Alex deemed disinclined to put effort into locating Harry during the day, but he didn't want James to know about it. Sure, Mippy could tell at any time, but she seemed to like helping Harry with the room.

He was slowly figuring out James, and one afternoon with Alex told him all he needed to know. Remus was an unknown though.

He spent more time in the library than he had since that first day, before Alex found him. Mippy delivered lunch at the same time as she always did. It was a lighter lunch than that she had been bringing him. Harry had noticed that the meals served weren't as heavy and easier to keep down than the first dinner. Harry got the distinct feeling that she knew he wasn't used to eating.

After lunch, he picked up an introductory potions book, one James had recommended he read. He was fully engrossed in the text when Remus sat down next to him.

"You're much quieter now than when you were as a baby," Remus said.

Harry shrugged. Being quiet had thoroughly been beaten into him.

"It's different, isn't it?" Remus asked him softly.

"What?"

"Being here. James might not understand it, but I grew up partially in the muggle world," Remus explained. "It was an adjustment even for me."

"I don't understand anything," Harry admitted.

"It's hard, but you won't be the only one," Remus assured him.

"Alex said there will be muggleborns that don't know things either, but I'm not…"

"No, you aren't a muggleborn. But you were raised by muggles, in their world. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Harry sighed. "I'm not ashamed. I'm lost."

Remus didn't get it. Harry had always been an outsider, something other, and he had never known why until now. Except now that he was in the world he always should have been in, the one he belonged in, he would still be something different. James' choices made sure of that.

Remus chuckled. "You're not lost. You're doing remarkably well, all things considered. And I understand more than you think I do."

Harry looked at him incredulously. "How.."

"Your face is very expressive right now," Remus told him.

Harry huffed. He'd spent years learning to school his expression. It was a necessity of survival, to not let the people around him know what he was thinking.

"So, you like reading?" Remus asked, abruptly changing the subject.

"I guess. It's been very informative."

"Informative?"

"Yes," Harry snapped. "I have a lot to learn."

Remus laughed. "A budding Ravenclaw then. Lily would have been thrilled."

"She would?"

"Of course. She nearly went to Ravenclaw. Has James not told you about her?"

"Not really. He's mentioned her a few times, but.." Harry trailed off."But?"

"He always looks like he's about to cry, so I haven't asked."

"Well, you can ask me. I promise I won't cry," Remus said.

"What was she like?"

"Beautiful. You have her eyes."

"I have her eyes?" Harry asked.

"You do. Though hers were never quite so bright."

Harry smiled. After seeing Alex and James, he had wondered where the bright emerald came from.

"Lets see, she was incredibly kind, and fierce. She had a temper that matched her fiery red hair."

When James came home a few hours later, he found them curled up on the window seat, laughing. Remus was telling him about James pining over Lily, even as she berated him, Remus, and a couple of their school friends for lacing all the cups in the Great Hall with a babbling brew.

"I thought she was going to curse me," James said, as he pulled over a chair and joined them. "And I loved her even more."

They all laughed.

Dinner that night was everything Harry had ever dreamed of. The four of them gathered around the table, which was full of every food Harry had mentioned in passing to Mippy, as well as what he assumed to be Alex's favourite foods. James and Remus shared stories of their school days, and of Lily as they ate. Not only did it make Harry feel warm and fuzzy, but Alex wasn't being rude or excluding him either.

Desert was a large chocolate cake with red icing for Alex, and a white cake with blue icing for him. They all got a piece of each cake after blowing out the candles, which ran across the top of the cakes when they tried to blow them out.

After that came presents. Harry hadn't been expecting anything, but James gave each of them a broom. The handle was a warm brown with a slight red hue, and had Nimbus 2000 stamped into it in gold lettering. The stiff bristles tapered into a point, and were wrapped in gold trim. Coming off the trim were small, matching foot rests.

Once Alex stopped screaming "Thank you," repetitively at the top of his lungs, Remus passed them his presents. He gave both of them books. Alex got a new release of his favourite comic series, and Harry got a Hogwarts prep book. He instantly loved it.

"Honestly, I didn't know what to get you," Remus told him.

"It's perfect," Harry said.

They relocated to the lounge while Harry put his broom and the new book into his room, since he couldn't immediately take them down to the storage room.

He made to join the rest of them in the lounge but he paused, hearing low voices through the door, which was slightly ajar.

"I hate him," Alex said.

"Alex," James reprimanded.

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