Harry looked at the headmaster disbelievingly. Then, to the surprise of both men, he began to laugh. "Dark Lord? Me?" He choked out in a new batch of laughter. "That has to be the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard of. Where did you get that idea?" Harry dropped down into a chair, shaking his head in amazement. "Just imagine. I probably have a large snake, am I correct?" He looked up and Granger nodded in affirmation.
"And I have hundreds of followers, correct?"
"More like thousands. There are very few who fight in the opposition." The man told him.
"Oh, yes, I can see it now how I sit on a large throne, mind you it will have to be a new one, the one that Vodlemort sits on now is just horrible, with many men kneeling before and women draped over me. I suppose I can myself 'Lord Potter'?" The poor headmaster just stared at him now, not bothering to nod or to answer. "'Lord Potter, how may I serve you? Would you like to see a death, some pain or a jug of butterbeer?' 'No you fool! I want pumpkin juice! And don't forget a dozen chocolate chip cookies while you are at it.'" Harry couldn't speak any further for his laughter threatened to take over. After what seemed like forever, he managed to calm down, straighten up an look the man in the eye. "So, your last name is Granger. Any relations to Hermione Granger?"
Young Granger seemed to be able to shake himself out of his stupor and answered: "Yes, she is my mum."
Harry stared at him unbelievingly. "Are we talking about the same person? A bushy-haired, buck-toothed know-it-all?" The other man nodded. "Impossible. You have to be the same age as I am and I know for a fact that Hermione was not capable of bearing a child at the age of 2. Who is your father?"
"You are." Harry raised his eyebrow in skepticism. "Look at me. I have the same messy black hair and green eyes, although I am tall and lithe as my mother is. As a child I liked playing pranks and, of all things, I am a parselmouth."
Harry looked stunned. "What year is this?" he hissed.
"It is the year 2028." James hissed in return.
"Oh my God." Harry moaned and fainted.
James watched stunned as his alleged father fell to the carpet. There was definitely something wrong. Going over to the fireplace, he threw some powder into the flames and said "Hermione Granger." A moment later, his mum's head appeared, wrinkles adorned her eyes and her hair seemed curiously flattened, but James did not pay attention to those details.
"Mum, could you possibly come here? WE may have an enormous problem."
Hermione did not asked questions and a minute later, she stepped out of the fireplace.
"What is it, James?" She asked, concerned.
"Could you identify that man for me?"
Hermione walked over and looked at the unconscious man. "Oh my God, it's Harry!"
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