Disclaimer: Not mine, JKR's. Although I'm sure you realized this, I'm not sure I'd be writing this if I had kids, a seventh book to write and a mountain of money to spend. I'd be learning how to kite board, as I'm not presently, this can't be mine, its JKR's. Melody is officially mine though…:-D

Sirius, no. Let go of me, he just fell through, I can still catch him. No we just have to get him he's not dead, he's not dead, HE'S NOT DEAD! Harry James Potter, presently a three year old child, lay in his new bed thrashing madly as sweat poured from his body like sweet juices from an over ripe fruit. "NOOO, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Come back, NO!" he screamed as if in pain as tremors wracked through his body. The light flicked on.

"Shh, it's okay Sweetie. It's okay," Lily Potter sat on the edge of his bead and racked her fingers through her child's hair. Harry slowly calmed down. "There you go, Sweetheart," she said lightly and began to hum sweetly. James appeared in the doorway, silhouetted against the light.

"Is the Bigger Little Munchkin okay?" he asked from the doorway.

"Yea, it looks like he just had a nightmare. Poor child," Lily said, still dragging her fingers through his hair.

"He's been through a lot, too much. I find myself half wishing we were obliviated, but if he can go though it I'll be right by his side," James came down and joined his wife on the edge of the bed, "I owled Sirius, Melody and Remus, they'll stop by in the morning so we can explain what's going on."

"That's good. I can't wait to see the look on Siri's face," she giggled a bit, and Harry shifted in his sleep so he was lying on his tummy. James began to rub his back in gentle circles.

"Yea, that'll be priceless. Come on Lily-Flower, I think its time we got to bed." James kissed the back of his child's head and Lily did likewise and tucked him in before they exited to their bedroom, closing the door softly behind them. "Am I aloud to prank him, Flower?"

"Give him at least a day of peace, Baby. And you know my rules, nothing dangerous, permanent or too embarrassing."

"I know Flower; I've changed from the days when I used to do other pranks. Remember, you popped my swollen head open and it shrunk to a more manageable size."

"Yes, it can almost fit threw the door now."

"Hardy Har Har," James said sarcastically as he pulled Lily closer to him under the covers as they fell asleep.

The first thing Harry noticed as he woke up was that he felt small, really small actually. He looked around the room in confusion and then looked down at himself. He nearly screamed. Slowly, memories from the last few days came back. He found himself smiling. He hung his feet off his comfortable, queen-sized bed; neither foot reached the floor, and he kicked them back and forth a few times before hopping down. He found his way into the kitchen by following his nose. Lily was cooking pancakes at the stove while James conjured brooms to flit around Little Harry's head like birds in a cartoon. He giggled as he tried to grab them.

"Good morning sweetie, are you feeling better this morning?" Lily asked happily.

Harry yawned, "Morning Mum," he said droopily, then muttered, "don't see what's so good about it though, it is morning after all." James laughed at this.

"Well said Kido, well said. Sirius, Melody and Remus are coming over today; we need to explain everything to them. Then we need to figure out what to call you and forge some birth certificates or something, Albus already agreed to help with that. Then, the rest of the day is ours for the seizing, what do you want to do?"

Harry pondered over this; he really hadn't been posed this question to many times. Usually it was what they wanted him to do. "I dunno," he said softly, "What were you guys thinking of?"

But whatever the answer was going to be was cut off by the arrival of food. Lily placed a generous plate of pancakes in front of him and a small bowl of cut of strawberries, peaches and little grapes to the side. She then ruffled his hair affectionately and placed another such meal in front of James, only with twice as much food. She got a good meal set up for herself and set Little Harry up with some fruit, cheerios and pancake slices, without syrup, for him to grab and eat.

"Thanks Mum," Harry said.

"Welcome Sweetie," she said with a smile before rounding on her husband, "Did you hear what he said James, 'Thank You'"

"Lily-Flower, I love you so much my thanks is implied." She only snorted at this, and he conjured her some Lilies in a vase.

"Well that's better."

They ate companionably for a moment. A nice, peacefully, family moment that Harry had scarcely enjoyed before, was ruined when Sirius burst through the door. Not that he minded at all.

"Lils, how are you," Sirius said while giving Lily a small peck on the check, "Prongs, it's a pleasure," he gave James a one-arm hug, "Junior," he ruffled Little Harry's hair with fondness, "And," he turned towards Big Harry and stopped as if a big, octagonal red sign barred his path. "Wait a moment. Hold on." He backed away for a second and counted, Lily, "1," James, "2," Little Harry, "3" and Big Harry, "4," and frowned. "Am I missing something here? When you said you had big news, I thought you had gotten Lils knocked up again, not shagged her four years ago and decided to tell me about it now." Harry gasped at the word shagged and found himself thinking that, he said a baaaddd word.

"Sirius, must you use such vulgar language in front of the kids?" Lily scolded with a frown.

"Sorry Lils. So, what happened?"

"Here, sit down and eat. Melody and Remus still need to get here before I'm going to explain anything. I've already had to give James the rundown, I don't want to give it three more times," Lily said, still upset by Sirius' entrance, and plopped a plate of food in front of her guest. Sirius was obviously not one to ignore food; he began to eat it instantly, all other questions forgotten.

Harry briefly wondered who Melody was but didn't bother asking, James had conjured butterflies and they were far more interesting. He didn't even wonder at his actions as he chased them around the dinning room, squealing with excitement. He might have had all the memories and experience of seventeen, hard-lived years, but he was officially an innocent three year old at heart.

Melody and Remus came around the same time, they greeted the family much like Sirius did, although Remus did it with less enthusiasm (it looked as if it had recently been a full moon) and Melody did it with more. They both noticed Big Harry with looks of interest but it took less time for them to realize something was amiss than it did Sirius. Then Remus sat down in front of a large plate of pancakes, which he tore into with a wolfish appetite, and Melody kissed Sirius full on the lips (EWW!) before taking Little Harry from his highchair and finally taking a seat.

Big Harry stopped chasing around the butterflies and returned to his seat. He glanced at Melody; she seemed taken with Little Harry. Her black hair flowed around her and down her back, her brown eyes showed uncontrolled mirth and her face held some reminder to James. She took out three lollipops, gave one to each of the Harrys and popped the last in her mouth. With each lick her hair changed a different color, much to her excitement, and the same went for both Harrys who both laughed in glee.

Lily launched into Big Harry's story. At the end all three adults wore identical expressions of disbelief. "Wait, Lils, are you actually saying that the three-year-old killed the most feared Dark Lord of our time?" Sirius asked.

"Well he's not technically three, is he?" Lily responded with a smile, "Though we want to keep this under wraps, Big Harry already expressed desires to not be the Chosen One anymore."

Melody's face broke out in a large grin, which nearly looked demented under her shock of now neon-green hair. "So I have another nephew? This is great!" She shouted happily, "Other Harry, you and I are going to have sooo much fun." She did a happy little dance and kissed Sirius on the lips again. Harry's smile wasn't nearly as genuine or as convincing. He excused himself quietly and headed up to his room. He noticed for the first time how bare and un-personalized it really was.

He threw himself into the pillows. The three year old's innocence was telling him to go downstairs and talk to his mum or dad, his seventeen year old self wasn't nearly as trusting. There was a nock on the door. When no one answered Lily padded in quietly. "Hey, there, what's wrong?"

"If she's my aunt why was I sent to the Dursleys?" he asked. Lily thought for a moment.

"Well, she's James' sister, you would have needed someone directly related to me to keep you safe," she theorized.

"Why didn't she visit? Or anything? I've always wanted another relative, one who cared about me. Where was she in my other life?" Harry asked, cuddling into his mum's lap.

"I don't know, Sweetie, it's a good question. We have trouble getting her away from you here and now. I'm sure there's a reason though, and it will show itself in time. She really cares about you here. Are you going to be able to give her a chance?"

Harry looked up to his mum with the innocence of a three year old, the seventeen year old self pushed away for now, "Does she have anymore lollipops?"

Lily laughed, "You could ask. Come on Sweetie."

The scene that met them when they returned downstairs was much different from the one they left. Melody was on the floor crying, a letter folded in her hand, Sirius was hugging her from the side and James, with Little Harry in his arms, was comforting her as best he could while trying to keep the wiggling toddler from escaping.

"Oh Merlin, Melody, what's wrong?" Lily asked, running over to her.

"Some remaining death eaters attacked my house. Everything's burned, my room mate is dead. Oh Merlin, this isn't FAIR! I'm so scared, Lils, what would have happened if I had been there?" Lily glanced over to her three year old boy, who nodded at her with a look that far out weighed his three year old body. What would have happened if Melody wasn't at the Potter household and was home instead? They knew, she wouldn't have been there for Harry growing up, that's for sure.

"It's okay Melody. Don't worry. You can stay here until everything works itself out," Lily soothed.

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