A Surplus of Harry's

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Summary: A one shot where Canon Harry meets different Fanon Versions of himself.

Ships: HarryPotterxEveryone

All credit goes to lovelyviciousxv on Ao3

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"What the fuck is this?"

Harry really didn't understand what he was looking at.

Alright, he did. But he didn't want to.

Other Harry, a man who looked quite a bit older than original Harry and who he would have mistaken for his father if it hadn't been for the lightning shaped scar on his forehead, pulled away from the blonde he was kissing. A blonde who looked suspiciously like an older version of Draco Malfoy.

The older Harry furrowed his brow upon seeing the original Harry.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked. Original Harry startled at the deep timber of older Harry's voice. The man had graying hairs and a full beard, his body much more broad and muscled than original Harry's had ever been. The Draco Malfoy clone looked close to laughing, one of his slender hands covering his mouth while his eyes crinkled.

"Darling, it's you," The clone said, unable to hold back his laughter any longer.

"Darling?" Original Harry asked, horrified, at the same time Older Harry shouted, "What do you mean, it's me ?"

Original Harry held back the bile that was threatening to rise.

The Draco Malfoy clone was still laughing as he turned to the original Harry, asking, "I am assuming you don't know how you got here?"

The clone would be correct. Original Harry had been eating breakfast with Ginny when he felt a sickening pull in his stomach and before he knew it, he was standing in front of his older counterpart who was making out with Draco Malfoy. Which was horrifically disgusting, by the way.

Original Harry said as much.

Older Harry didn't seem to take that too well, his full lips hardening as he said, "And I suppose you married Ginerva Weasley, then, as was expected?"

Original Harry didn't know if he should be offended or not. "Expected? She's the love of my life."

Older Harry groaned, his head thunking onto Clone Draco Malfoy's chest.

Before anyone could say anything else, a loud Pop echoed throughout the room, a flurry of smoke fading to reveal yet another Harry, this time with a Hermione accompanying him. This Harry looked absolutely malnourished, his face gaunt and black bags underneath his eyes. Hermione looked much the same. Original Harry figured wherever they'd come from, the war was still happening. Both of them had their wands drawn, mouths gaping open as they looked between the three other occupants of the room.

War Harry, as original Harry was now calling him, stepped just a bit in front of Hermione, his eyes narrowed.

Older Harry whispered out of the side of his mouth to Draco, "Is that what I looked like?"

Original Harry had to agree. War Harry looked terrible.

Draco snorted, nodding his head once and tucking his hand into Older Harry's arm. "Worse, if you can believe it."

War Harry turned to look at Hermione, the witch looking just a bit green. "Hermione, where are we?" Her mouth was still hanging open, periodically opening and shutting as she looked between War Harry, Older Harry, and Original Harry.

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