H.P:the Difference Between Brothers?

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"He's weird, and doesn't know anything. He either vanished all day or reads all the time," Alex ranted. "He has no sense of fun at all!"

"Not everyone has the same definition of fun," Remus said.

Alex didn't listen, just continued ranting, his voice rising. "And he hates Dad! Which I don't understand, because he's been stealing you away since he got here," Alex whined.

"He's not stealing me away," James said.

"And then, not only did I have to share MY birthday with him, but he stole Uncle Moony from me today."

"Alex!" James snapped. Then in a gentler voice, he said, "I'm sorry you feel like I've let him steal me from you."

"Why do you think he hates James?" Remus asked.

"Because he said so."

"What exactly did he say?" James asked.

"I asked why he wouldn't call you dad, and he said that he didn't know you and you weren't his dad. He said his dad was dead, and why would he say that if he didn't hate you!"

There was silence for a full minute.

"He didn't mean it like that. All of this has been quite hard for him," James said. "Tomorrow, you and I will spend some time on the pitch, just the two of us."

"Promise?' Ales asked in a small voice.

"Promise."

Harry turned and went to the bed. There was yet another new blanket on there. Alex had been destroying them daily.

"It's always going to be just us," Harry said to Morgan after she joined him.

The snakes had found a series of cracks and holes through which they could move undetected throughout the house.

"Why should it be any other way?" she asked.

And why should it? He fell asleep curled around her with tears falling down his cheeks.

Thankfully, Remus left after a stilted breakfast. No one brought up Alex's outburst from the night before.

He escaped down to the basement the moment he could, and thankfully got away before Alex came down.

When Mippy came with his lunch, she also had several paper wrapped packages with her.

"Mippy has brought Master Harry's new robes," she said.

Harry smiled at her. The elf was smarter than she let on, bringing them down to him instead of taking them up to his room.

He tore into the packages. For the first time in his life, he had clothes that were not only entirely his, but brand new. Cloaks, Robes, trousers, and shirts in a myriad of rich colours and fabrics fell out of them. One package was nothing but undergarments and pyjamas. It was by no means a large amount of items, but to Harry, it was more clothing than he'd ever had before.

The thought of moving the clothes to what was technically his room was quickly dismissed when he pictured the ruined bedding and sofa.

Together, he and Mippy cleaned out the decrepit linens from the least beaten up wardrobe, the one with the cracked door and squeaky hinges. After moving it to the corner next to the sofa, they filled it with all his new things. Then, Harry hung the soft black cloak he found next to the new ones.

Unable to resist, Harry changed into one of the new outfits the moment she left. It was a deep blue with black trim and buttons that went from neck to ankle. It was the more traditional style, if he remembered correctly. Harry immediately loved it.

The rest of the afternoon was spent crawling through another of the storage rooms, the one between the potions lab and his hideout this time. It was the first room where he hadn't found anything interesting. Piles of lopsided and broken furniture and moth-eaten clothes were strewn about the room underneath a layer of dust.

"The colour looks good on you," James told him that night, right before he apologised that he would be spending the evening with Alex.

Despite promising to spend at least an hour with Harry answering questions, Harry didn't see James outside of dinner. Instead, he spent the evening holed up in the library.

The next day passed in almost the same fashion, at least until James returned home. Remus was with him when he came down to the library to check on Harry.

At dinner that night, James was a little more serious than Harry was used to seeing him.

"The party planner and staff will be here at nine in the morning to prepare for the gala," James told them

Alex groaned.

"Gala?" Harry asked.

"My annual Birthday Gala," Alex said.

"It's not a big event, just a few friends and allies, and maybe a handful of politicians," James assured him. "More of a fancy birthday party really."

It was more than a fancy birthday party. His formal dress robes were bright ruby red and silky to the touch. The high collar and stiff cuffs were trimmed in golden brocade. Golden buttons lined from front from collarbone to waist, where the robe flared out. It brushed the floor around his feet. The sleeves of the stark white undershirt peaked from beneath the robe and were fastened with golden cuff links in the shape of little cauldrons. The cuff links were given to him by James when he came up to help Harry dress. His trousers were a matching red and blended almost seamlessly into the lengths of the robe.

He stood between James and Alex, who wore robes of scarlet in a similar style to his, near the floo at promptly six in the evening the next night. Remus stood on the other side of Alex wearing mostly brown with white trim, though his were much less elaborate.

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