A/N: You guys are amazing! All I can say is: thank you, thank you, thank you for your support! I hated putting this story on hiatus, but writer's block was killing me. So many of you posted the most wonderfully encouraging reviews, I simply had to go on. The chapters are going to be fairly short, but hopefull have good content as I will continue making it drama and comedy. Expect an up-date every 5 days or so! Thanks again, I hope you enjoy it, and please review!

I'm Still Here

Chapter 10: The Nature of Truth

As I said, all of baby Harry and baby Ron's attempts thus far to alert their friends and guardians to their true nature had failed. In fact, they had failed miserably. However, there was still one tiny little thing they hadn't tried. It was odd, to be honest. It would certainly be tiring. What's more, it was a long shot in the book of long shots. It also happened to be their only straw left to pull. And so had begun the plan of: "Ba-boo."

Everyone in the two children lives had come together, momentarily forgetting the war, eating, or sleeping, because when a baby makes a demand that demand refuses to be ignored. Over the course of the next three tiring days, the adults were about to go mad from sleep deprivation and the boys were about to go mad from suspense. The Order had guessed everything from shampoo to tattoos, bamboo to boo-boos and none of them were even close. It is the nature of truth that: the answers are always right there, not hiding, but ready to be found, if only one would ask the right question. As it was, none of them thought of the right question to ask.

"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! All day, everyday, day in, day out, baboo, baboo, baboo: what does it mean?!" Poor Mundugus Fletcher burst into tears.

That was when they realized there was nothing more the Order could do, and they sent Fred and George on babysitting duty, telling them that actually it was their mission to figure out what the boys wanted. Fred and George didn't have the slightest notion what the boys wanted, but they knew exactly what the adults wanted: a few moments of peace and quiet.

"What does that infernal 'baboo' mean?" Ginny, who was assisting them, growled.

"No clue, but I can think of a way we can find out," offered Fred.

"You can?" asked Hermione, who was also there.

"Ginny, fetch me those wooden letter blocks."

"Why?"

"Don't question my genius. Just do it." Ginny rolled her eyes, but brought the blocks.

Harry and Ron stopped screaming with anger, and began to cry with relief. At last!

"Baboo."

"Baboo!"

"Blocks? They wanted blocks? That doesn't sound anything like Baboo."

"Maybe they want to use the blocks to communicate what they want."

"How? They're children, Fred. that's preposturous!" argued Hermione. They can't even spell. They're babies."

"In body, but what if inside they're the same? What if the magic only reversed their bodies, but they're minds are still 17 and trapped inside?"

Hermione gasped. Ginny clamped her hand to her mouth as though George had uttered the foulest swear word known to man.

"George, I never thought of that. It's brilliant! But how-?" Hermione began.

"I don't know. Wouldn't it explain an awful lot though? How do Harry and Ron recognize each other. Why do they cry when they see Snape?"

"My God! Do you- do you think it's possible, Hermione?" Ginny whispered.

"I don't know," she answered staring down at the now silent boys. "But there's only one way to find out." She kneeled down onto the floor.

"Ron. Harry. Do you have a message for us?" The boys seemed to nod. "Use these blocks."

To the groups of teenagers utter and total astonishment, the babies took the blocks and began to frantically play with them. To anyone else it would just seem like two care-free infants entertaining themselves, but it was actually a dire mission.

"Hand me and 'I', Ronald."

"Harry, I need that other 'l'." The two communicated mentally for a good twenty minutes. It had been a while since they tried to spell with blocks, okay? You do it!

Suddenly, they stopped. Holding their breaths, the teens circled around them and looked and the statement created with kindergarten letter blocks.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"I think so."

"Is this possible?"

"I don't believe it!"

"What does it say?"

"It says: 'ereh llits mi'."

"Ereh llits mi?"

"Precisely."

"But what does that mean?"

"Well, it means-"

"Yes?"

"Obviously, it refers to- "

"Yes?"

"I haven't the foggiest." There was collective groan.

"Look it up. Maybe it's a spell."

Hermione consulted her trusty books. "Not that I can see."

"Maybe it's Latin."

"Nope."

"Greek?"

"Not Greek."

"Oh well, maybe the idea was a little far fetched."

"A little?"

"Come on guys! 'Maybe a 17-year-old Harry and Ron are trapped in infant bodies.' What were you thinking."

The babies began to cry.

"No don't cry boys. I think it's lovely." Hermione attempted to console them. She turned angrily to the twins. "You've insulted their creation!"

"Me?"

"Yes."

"You're the one who thinks they're stupid."

"I do not! They're very smart- BABIES. And so beautiful ones too, aren't you?"

"That's it! Don't call them beautiful. They're handsome."

"Whatever."

Harry and Ron stopped crying, Hermione, Fred and George stopped bickering. Both saw there was no point in it. World 3: Harry and Ron: 0.

Baboo had succeeded. The grown ups had offered them blocks to spell out their answer. However, once their answer had been revealed, they didn't bother to read it right side up, from where the babies were sitting. As a result, they read it right to left instead of left to right and it came out as gibberish. In fact, what they had really tried to communicate was: "I'm still here."

They were still there, and, still, no one noticed.

Amazingly, if only they thought to look from a babies point of view, then they would have understood the babies meaning. Also, if they'd bother to try it, they would have figure out a brilliant spell to turn a cumquat orange. Instead, they thought Baboo meant blocks and would soon tell the Order the same thing.

"At least we have chocolate pudding for dinner," messaged Ron.

"Is chocolate pudding going defeat Voldermort, Ronald?"

"It could."

"Ron that's it! You're bloody brilliant!"

"I am?"

"Yes!"

"Hang on. You mean you're going to try and defeat Voldermort with chocolate pudding?"

"No! We can spell it out on our high chairs. Spill the pudding and right it backwards, upside- down!"

"That's it!"

"Come on. It's has to work."

A/N: Some of you came very close in the mystery of Baboo. Good guesses. I know where I'm going with this and have many other chapter ideas written down and ready to go. Thanks again and I realy, really hope you liked it! Please review!