A/N: Thanks a million for the reviews and wonderfull suggestions! I'll try anad make the chapters longer. I should have mentioned before that usually I only up-date once I have two reviews for the chapter (that way I know people are reading). I'm glad that you thought the improvement worked, Mist. I think this chapter answers some of you guy's questions and probably poses a few more. Thanks for the support and don't forget to tell me what you think of this one!

Chapter 3: Visitors

As his eyes opened the third time Harry was a bit more coherent. He knew, for instance, that he had been physically reverted back into infancy. He was also aware of the circumstances surrounding the event that led him to be this way. What he didn't know was what was going to happen to him now or, more importantly, if Ron and Hermione were okay. He needed to find a way to tell everyone he was still there-under the false exterior. He needed a way to go back to his old way. Why hadn't they changed him yet back yet? What if? Gulp. What if they couldn't.

"Good morning Harry!" said a soft faced Mrs. Weasley, bending over him.

Harry let out the tiniest little sigh and looked blankly up at her. Then, for no apparent reason, he reached up his arms. She picked him up out of the crib and hugged him close. Harry rested his head on her shoulder, still groggy.

Lupin, Tonks and Mr. Weasley came in.

"How is he?" Tonks said in a quiet voice.

"He's awake and seems to be doing okay. I was just about to get him ready to leave the hospital. Is everything ready and signed?" she asked the others.

"Yes."

"good. and Remus, you're sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Good." she repeated.

Harry wished he knew what she was talking about. He wished he could see everyone but as it was people hold babies so that they stare over their shoulder in exactly the opposite direction as whatever is going on (unless they're running from something in which case the child has a front row view). Harry was really annoyed but did not feel like crying again for attention. Instead, he listened closely; glad that at least it seemed he'd be leaving the hospital. Why was everyone talking quietly?

"I have no objections to you keeping him at Grimmauld place with you, dear, especially with the arrangement of him staying with us on certain days. I think you'll be the father figure he's always needed. It's just that, don't you think that's a lot to put on your plate?"

"Molly, I'm not going to be Harry's father, or godfather even. I'm just taking care of him until Snape or Hermione can concoct something to change him back into the Harry we know and love. with your and Arrthur's offer to look after him on nights that I can't I'm sure I can manage. As for time, Hermione and Tonks have agreed to babysit when I'm away."

"Oh. Poor Hermione she still blames herself for what happened. There was no way she could have known...but it stills seems reckless in hindsight, doesn't it? Poor dear. No one blames her. I've told her a million times. Now she slaves away along side that Snape, hoping to fix everything with a potion to surpassing you-know-who in cunningness. She's smart, fo course, but she hadn't even healed properly when she went to work on it."

"I know. I'm hoping spending time with an infant Harry might distract her. Who knows? Maybe she'll even begin to feel better."

"I certainly hope so. Oh dear, Arthur. Is he waking up?"

"I think so dear. I'll just go out here and wait."

"Sure. You three go on out and I'll have Harry ready in a few moments." She turned around at the same time they did and a confused Harry found himself facing the sleeping head of another infant on Mr. Weasley's shoulder. An infant that looked vaguely familiar... He had soft wisps of red hair and a few freckles on his round little face. Suddenly realization dawned.

"On!" he squealed. Everyone whipped around, and Harry found himself (to his great annoyance) facing the boring wall again.

"What?"

"What did he say?"

"You don't think that meant 'Ron', do you?"

"Did he just recognize him?"

Baby Harry rolled hs eyes.

"No." laughed Lupin, shaking his head.

"Of course not." joined in Mrs. Weasley. They were all chuckling now. What? Did they think he was a stupid baby? He opened his mouth to repeat himself, but before he could a sharp cry filled the room. Baby Ron was wailing at being awoken. He was loud!

'Geezz, shut it Ron.', Harry thought.

"On!" He tried to get the boys attention but the others had quickly left and Mrs. Weasley had turned him around and placed him on a table on his back. He watched helplessly as the door shut and the wailing quieted.

"Alright Harry." Mrs Weasley grinned down at him cheerfully. "Let's change that nappy."

Uh-ohh.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me what you think! I take all advie into consideration and thrive on any encouragement. Are you ready to see Hermione, anyone? Any requests, idea, or suggestions? Share. Thanks for reading!