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A/N: SORRY, SORRY, SORRY! I've been procrastinating again and been forgetting to update this because of all the things to do in school and my other fics… ack, sorry! Anyway, here's chapter six...after several centuries..

It's All in the Diapers

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"The coffee!" Hermione gasped shrilly, front teeth now fully exposed. "Draco, you have to find that want! Harry's going to completely lose his mummy and daddy if you don't!"

Looking up in his mother's arms, Ron stopped crying and paused to look at his friends in the carriage.

"Ron!" Harry mouthed at him, gesturing him a silhouette of a want. "We lost the want!"

Ron's forehead crinkled as he replied with a shrug. His reddened, freckly face said it all-- as much as he wanted to help Harry find his mummy, he was tired, and he wanted more than ever to just go home and take a nap. He was ready to call it day; it didn't seem to matter anymore if they ever got to reach the coffee or not.

"But you can't go home yet, dot-face! You have to help me find my want!" Draco sneered at him angrily. But Ron looked too tired to even reply, resting his chin back on his mother's shoulder in a sleep-induced surrender. "Argh, stupid baby!" Draco said, kicking a foot into the air.

Mrs. Weasley planted a kiss on the side of Ron's head. "Oh, he must be tired now. I guess we'd better be going now....and do take better care of the lot."

The frantic lady at the counter nodded meekly, whimpering slightly in a lost voice.

"Now what are we going to do?" Hermione squealed. Frowning slightly, she looked up the ceiling for any ideas.

Come on, Hermrione, put your mind to use! Think... scrolling her eyes around, she suddenly found herself looking at a familiar piece of wood sticking out from underneath Mrs. Weasley's coat. The want!

Her eyes widened in excitement. "I found it! Ron, look down!"

Upon getting a glance of the thin, wooden piece, Ron looked mildly surprised and stretched a hand out to reach for it. Before Mrs. Weasley could step out of the door, Ron flung the stick towards his friends in haste and muttered an appreciative, "Bye-bye."

"Bye Ron," Harry and Hermione called out simultaneously, ignoring Draco's cold reply of a careless smirk. The three babies' eyes followed the old want as it landed past the busy, oblivious caretakers of the nursery, and onto the tile-lined floor of the fenced playpen.

The frantic lady, still shivering slightly, bent over to talk to the remaining babies. "Okay now, you three, I d-don't want anymore trouble, okay? Now let's place you little dodgers back into the playpen. And don't leave anymore or you're going to make poor Aunt Billy's heart sick!"

So her name's Billy, Harry thought absentmindedly. Almost like my mummy. Billy-Lily... Lily-Billy... I wish mummy were here... I miss my mummy...

"Ah... this want's given me quite a day," Draco commented mostly to himself, taking hold of the want once they had been placed back into the playpen, "and we haven't even reached naptime yet!"

Harry frowned at him. "This day's not over yet, Draco. We still have to check out the coffee and find my mummy, remember?" He suddenly spotted the overgrown figure of Dudley sleeping in one of the cribs and began wondering how the crib had been able to support him.

"Pssh, who cares about your stupid mother?" Draco drawled rudely as he fingered the wand in his pale baby fingers. "She'll probably just throw you away again once she sees how ugly you've grown..."

"My mummy didn't throw me away!" Harry fumed, making his layer of messy black locks look as tousled as ever as he stood up on both feet and crossed his arms in anger.

"And that was very rude, Draco," Hermione intruded in Harry's defense. "What if your mother threw you away like that?"

"For the last time, my mummy didn't throw me out! She'd never throw me out!" Harry screamed furiously, voice reaching to the maximum volume one could hear within the playpen. Tears were starting to build up in his eyes as the other babies around him watched him fearfully. "And I'll show you... I'll show you... I'll show you right now when I get a hold of that coffee!"

Draco snorted, albeit with slightly added sympathy. "Oh, for poopness' sakes... quit being a crybaby, blackhead! Hah, I bet you don't even know how to use this want!"

Harry reddened in impatience and anger. "Yes I do, you green-diapered... baby!" He clearly wasn't a baby of insults, even though he was currently being raised by unmindful, insult-loving relatives.

"Sure you know how! You know how to break the cup of coffee, more like. Maybe you'll even destroy your mummy and daddy along with it!"

"Agh, take that back right now!"

"Make me, scarhead!"

Hermione pushed them both to the alphabet-lined floor. "Stop it, the both of you!" She crossed her arms onto her chest and shook her head vigorously, making her brown pigtails dance angrily along with her head.

Harry's lips trembled, and his face looked flushed. He started to cry. Draco was trying to smirk again, but it was covered up immediately with an angered scowl as he began to bawl along with frustrated tears.

"The two of you are being riddriculous! Fighting like unsterilized boys! It's almost as though... as though you haven't learned anything in school!" Hermione reprimanded, missing out the fact that they were only a year old each, and therefore had no experience in school whatsoever. She pointed a finger at each of them as she spoke, missing the chance to notice one of the caretakers approach their group with an equally disappointed look on his face.

"Aha, having petty fights this early now, aren't we?" the twenty-something grown-up reprimanded Hermione in turn, mistaking the scene as her doing. His thick, brown eyebrows bobbed up and down as he spoke. "Well, little miss, that's nothing a little time out won't be able to solve..."

Hermione scrunched her face up at him in protest as the grown-up took her out into his arms, but held back any tears that dared to threaten her stability.

"Now don't give me that look, young lady," the caretaker told her off further, large nose towering over Hermione's forehead. "When you do something bad, you have to pay for it."

The counter's just near the Time-out room... maybe I can get hold of that coffee... she thought to herself.

And sure enough, just before they passed by the counter, Hermione stretched a hand out in line with the coffee, which was waiting for her just a lessening two meters away. Just a bit more, Hermrione... stretch your fingers out a bit more...and...

CRASH.

The mug had smashed onto the hard floor from its collision with Hermione's outstretched arm. Brown liquid had stained the floor freely, with tiny dollops bouncing off to Hermione's baby jumper. Looking behind her, she saw a surprised expression cross Harry's face shortly before his cries grew louder.

"Oh, now look at what you've done! Little miss, you're going to get two records of time out now because of that! That's a no-no, okay? That's bad, little miss! Very bad!"

Hermione felt a pang of guilt, frustration, and confusion suddenly strike her. She was getting time out, the caretaker had just reprimanded her, and Harry's parents hadn't come out of the coffee. And, to add to the build up of tears in her eyes, she had just ruined Harry's hope of finding his parents again. If only she had the want with her! If only Draco had given it to her before the caretaker had arrived to take her out...

"Waghhgh!" Hermione finally cried, belting out her frustration at the day's events.

The caretaker shook his head at her as the two of them entered the isolated time out room. "No, little miss, crying over spilt milk won't get you anywhere... come on, now, open your eyes and face the world like a good, strong girl..."

Though her eyes were blurred with tears, Hermione struggled to open them to see her venue of solitary confinement. It was a small, purely white room, empty except for two cabinets at one side and a wooden, unpainted crib at another. Hermione sniffed several times to contain herself as she was placed into the isolated crib.

"I'll be leaving you here for a few good minutes. Now try not to cause anymore trouble, 'right?" the caretaker told her before he walked back outside to the nursery lobby where the playpen was.

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Meanwhile, outside in the nursery lobby, the chimes had sung again. A respectable-looking gentleman had entered, dressed in a black, modernized tailcoat and a pleasant, though hollow-looking face. He looked to be around the ages of twenty-five to thirty, except his eyes seemed more sunken than other men of his age.

"Good morning, madam," he greeted Billy-the-counter-lady in a charming, gentlemanly voice, which contradicted his seemingly mindless, empty-faced appearance. "I'm here to pick up Mr. Harry Potter, as has been ordered by Vernon and Petunia Dursley."

The lady tried to look pleasant, but it was clear that she had still been left distraught by the sudden disappearance of the babies.

"O-oh... of course, of course," she stuttered mildly, eyes scrolling over to where Harry sat. "But I'm afraid I'll have to see proper certification, Sir. I mean, we have to make sure you aren't just some--- some pedophilic maniac waiting to hurt these babies in the most unimaginable way possible!" She uttered her last few words in a frightened crescendo, eyes widening in complete horror of her own imagination.

The man stared at her blankly for a few seconds, making him look even more thoughtless than he already did, and then cleared his throat immediately. "Er-- yes. Well, you will be glad to see that I have it here--" he took out a folded piece of paper from one of his pockets, "--and that it has well been signed and er--" he scrunched up his forehead as though in deep thought, "-- well-certified by the mu-- erm, by his aunt and uncle."

A wave of relief seemed to wash over Billy's face. "A-ah, yes. That's nice... that's good... alright, he's over there in the playpen next to the bald one..."

"Oh!" the man exclaimed, surprised, after squinting a good while at Draco. "Yes, yes... er, could I claim the other one as well?"

"What?! You can't just claim the lot, they're not shopping items!" the lady asked a little too exasperatedly, and then cleared her throat apologetically. "I'm sorry.. I mean, you can't claim him without any--"

"Certification?" the man said, finishing her statement. "Oh, but I have taken orders for him, too." Another piece of paper suddenly withdrew from his coat as though by magic. He handed it over calmly to Billy.

"O-ookay," Billy quipped, looking at him with more suspicion than great interest. "Fine. You can retrieve them from the playpen."

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"I'll never see my mummy and daddy again!" Harry cried across the disgruntled expression on the pale face of Draco, who had now stopped crying. "The coffee's broken and they're gone now!"

Draco looked at him lazily. "Shut your trap, crybaby. You're such a---"

Draco stopped mid-sentence as an unfamiliar face suddenly appeared in front of them, legs bent down to meet his face with theirs. It was a man in a black tailcoat, and he had a greatly interested expression on his features as he looked at the two babies.

"Why, hello there... so you're little Harry..." he said in almost a whisper, before shifting his eyes to Draco. "And you, young lad, look just like your dear old man."

"Who's he?" Harry whispered in babytalk through gritted teeth at Draco, sniffing back the remainder of his tears.

Draco shrugged, nonplussed.

"Aw... why the little tears, little babe?" he asked Harry gently, stroking the latter's chin with a finger. Smiling gently, the man stretched out his arms to them. "Alright, pups... time to go." Taking a baby in each arm, he stood up, nodded at Billy the frantic counter lady, and stepped out the chiming door that had been pushed open for him by one of the caretakers.

Well, Greg, good job, he thought to himself as he walked a few steps down the street and into an empty corner. Gently, he placed down the two babies against a brick wall, and took out a sleek, wooden stick. It'll be shame to hurt you little guy... even though you look just like your dad...

...and Malfoy'll be pleased to see I brought his son back as well.... he added as an afterthought, grinning stupidly to himself before casting an attachment charm, and disappearing with the babies into an area of nothingness.

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A/N: I'm sorry about the slacking updates! I'll try giving a bit more priority to the fics next time. Anyway, thanks to the readers and reviewers! Unfortunately I can only answer one review at the moment, there's just so much to do even though the exams have just finished. My dad's getting hospitalized right now (My cousin just told me a few seconds ago while I was typing this) due to a long-lasting fever, and I have heaps to do at home so I'm really sorry for being a slack off with my fics!

But I really appreciate all the feedback you guys are giving...thanks a lot! Please don't forget to review again! ^_^

hpdigigal: Your idea sounded neat, but I'm sorry to say I already have something planned for this fic. :-( I'm really, really sorry... but thanks so much for the suggestion. It would be very interesting to see Harry bump into his baby form...hehe... thanks! ^_^

Watch out for the next chapter... it's an encounter with... dun-dun-dun-dun... Draco's daddy dearest and the real Coffee! ;-)