Diaclaimer: See previous chapter. It's not mine, don't sue.
A/N: chapter one has been altered for the better thanks to the wonderful review by Mist. Things will be more clear if you re-read it. Thanks to all reviewers! Enjoy.
Harry awoke comfortable. Actually he felt more comfortable than he had in ages, but something wasn't quite right. He sucked harder on his thumb, trying to figure it out. Then he reallized-that was it! He was sucking his thumb- Gross!
He opened his eyes and saw, sitting across from him in a rocking chair with his head tilted back in a far less comfortable sleep, was none other than Lupin. He smiled at Lupin for no particular reason and continued to stare.
"Uww-in" His pathetic attempt at calling Lupin was unsuccessful, he surmised.
"Moo-ey" He tried louder.
He reached for the bars of the crib, which he instantly resented. 'Hey' he wondered, 'why do people cage babies like animals?'
He pulled himself up on legs that were surprisingly un-sturdy. They wobbled and swayed underneath his weight in a fashion that made him uneasy. He instantly despised this uncertain feeling. Scared of falling he called out: "Moo-ey! UWW-in!" (A.k.a Moony, Lupin)
Absolutely no sign of life.
Suddenly, his knees gave out, and a very surprised little Harry fell right smack on his bottom. 'That's it!' he thought, and began to cry without shame. Well, mostly without shame.
That's when he finally began to understand why babies cry. Sure, people complain about it all the time, but if they don't know one knows how important what they have to say really is. He had to tell Lupin what happened.
While hunting Horcruxes, Harry, Ron, and Hermione found a spell blocking access to their goal. Hermione had decided that an ageing potion should allow them to slip through the loophole of the enchantment. However, it would have to altered to avoid detection. Hermione concocted it and Harry and Ron took it. That very night, they had returned to the Riddles' new hiding place...
Approaching the archway through the pitch darkness of the underground tunnel, Harry began to make out and outline in the distance.
"It's up here, guys." He called over his shoulder. Why hadn't they thought of this earlier. The safest place, except Hogwarts.
Just then-behind him- a blinding light erupted with a force and brightness that radiated off it. As flames exploded in the cavernous expanse, the three shocked young people turned back to gaze with wide and unbelieving eyes.
"What the-?" screamed Ron into the massive fire.
"Dragons!" Harry noted. So the legends were true... 'So if you seek beneath our floors, a treasure that was never yours,'
"They never chased us before!" Hermione began frantically.
"We were never here to take something that didn't belong to us." Harry hastily explained. "Now run!"
'Thief you have been warned beware, of finding more than treasure there.'
They began to run wildly forward, but after a few moments Harry noticed Hermione footsteps were no longer at his side.
"Hermione what are you doing?"
"Go on! I'll hold the dragon-you two get the Hufflepuff's goblet!"
"No!" shouted Ron, turning back toward the flames and Hermione. She looked unnaturally beautiful illuminated by the fire, Harry had thought.
"We won't leave you!" they both cried.
"Don't do this now! I've been trained, run on or we won't get what we've come for. You have to go on Harry!" Hermione yelled and took off towards the blazes.
"Hermione!" Ron called after her, desperately.
"No." Harry grabbed his arm. "She's right."
They had gone on to the vault and began the spells procedure that would open it for them. When at last, they pried the door off, the purple haze within made them shield their eyes momentarily.
"Here goes nothing." Harry said and ran forward just as he had at platform 9 and 3/4 years and years ago... He felt immense pain and saw the purple light fire off around him like fireworks. His world flipped and his sense blurred. He screamed and reached out to grasp nothing. The next thing he knew, he had awoken in a hospital. Ron and Hermione were no where in sight. He was an infant.
Lupin awoke and all but ran to baby Harry's side. He lifted him out of the crib at once and held him close. Harry stopped crying instantly. He widen his eyes when he began to comprehend how much better he really felt. He hadn't been held like this since his parents were alive. It was so soothing to be gently shook and have a hand caress your back as a soft voice whispered in your ear reassurances.
In spite of himself and his common sense (which was yelling at him to find a way to tell Lupin he was still there-inside) he fell back to sleep.
A/N: Things are a bit different from my original idea but I hope it was pretty clear. Please tell me how I'm doing! I'm going for comedy (as they are babies) but drama (as they still think like adults). Thanks so much for reading!