Previously:

When Harry awoke from his two weeks of nightmares, he saw his mommy and daddy and Sam, John and Ry and Snuffles, all looking extremely worried and calling out his name.

James was the first one who saw Harry. He then lifted Harry's cold trembling form from the floor and hugged Harry. Harry wrapped his feet around James, his slightly soiled bloody pierced hands around his Daddy's neck and pressed his tear-streaked face on the side of his Daddy's neck. He finally felt safe and the last thing he was aware of before slipping off to a more peaceful sleep was a cooling sensation of his Mommy's healing magic on his hands.

Chapter 10 Little Potter

When Harry next opened his eyes, he was surrounded again by the horrible white room. Ughh! Again with the white room! He put both his hands on the stiff white sheets of his hospital bed ,pushed off and sat up. He looked around the room instinctively grabbing his Emy necklace and saw his Dad, James Potter, dozing on a couch on the far side of the room. Then it all came back to him, his memories of this world and his memories of his original world wherein he was transported out of.

Harry picked his little muggle notebook now with a ballpen wedged on top inside the spiral, placed it around his neck, and jumped off the bed. He went in front of his sleeping dad, and tugged at the sleeves of his Dad that he could reach.

Tug! Tug! Tug!

James Potter was dragged out his dreams with the incessant tugging of his robe sleeves.

"What is it Harry?" James then placed his hands under Harry's arms and put his small son on his lap.

Harry knew that he was too old to be placed on his father's lap, being really 18 years old and all, but he still felt oddly distressed from the rush of his kidnapping nightmares. He wanted to be comforted at least for now, and he wanted to go home back to his room with his parents and brothers and Snuffles. It was his room in this world. It was his home now.

Harry wrote on his notebook. "Dad, let's go home!" Harry looked up at his father with his big pleading green eyes, clutching at the front of his father's robes with his other hand while holding the notebook up for his father to read with his right hand.

"Oh Harry." James just couldn't resist those big round slightly teary eyes.

"Alright, I'm going to get your Mom, then we'll go." James stood up carrying his small son who was oddly clinging to him. Harry buried his face between his father's neck and shoulder while his hands were around his father's neck. James's left hand supported Harry's weight and his right hand was on Harry's back rubbing in comforting circles.

When James tried to place Harry back on his bed, Harry began to squeeze harder and didn't want to let go. Harry was like a little koala persistently clutching around his father with his hands and feet.

Harry didn't know what got into him, but he just couldn't let go. Harry didn't want to be separated from his dad just after his captivity from the scary men, and he never had the experience of protection and safety around his parents before when he was in his original world.

Harry knew he should get a grip, but then his childish needs were getting the best of him. For that is what he was now, a mere little child no matter what he might pretend to otherwise act or "think."

"Oh Harry… I'm not going to leave you. Let's get your mom together then." James softly patted his son's back.

James then went out the hospital room with Harry who was, as he suddenly began to notice, very light compared to his weight before the kidnapping. James' little Harry was now very thin and his face had kind of sunken in making Harry's big round green eyes all the more bigger. His little kid was now looking very vulnerable and impossibly smaller than before. James barely even felt the weight of his littlest child.

James went outside and headed to the potions department where his wife and his old nemesis where discussing Harry's future torture of disgusting potion medicine drinks. James motioned for Lily to talk outside and then told his wife that their son wanted to go home.

Lily wanted to protest and was about to reason out to her husband that Harry needed to stay in the hospital for at least a few weeks just to make sure that nothing will happen, but one look at her son's round big pleading eyes, Lily gave in.

Lily then told her husband to wait for awhile while she went back and finalized with Severus about Harry's potion drinks. After that, Lily would go with them home together.

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When they finally arrived home, (They apparated home by the way) Harry jumped out of James hold. Harry quickly run to his bright yellow room that he oddly missed so much considering that he hasn't been in this room until now. Harry looked around and went to his comfortable bed and covered himself with his wooly blue blanket with yellow little birds around the border.

Harry was finally home. He then willingly went to sleep basking in the comforts that his room provided. He was back. Back home, safe and sound. Finally, now he belongs in a home with a family to boot.

When Lily and James went to check on their son, they found him sleeping peacefully burrowed under his blue blanket. Lily approached Harry, retrieved his writing aids around his neck and placed it on the desk beside his bed. She transfigured Harry's clothes to pajamas and shut off the light in Harry's room.

James just looked on, glad that they had their littlest child finally back with them. Snuffles went between James legs and lay down beside the bed, vowing to never leave his side ever again.

The now relieved parents then quietly closed the door, leaving it slightly open as Harry liked it.

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Harry woke up in his cheery yellow room having the best sleep in his lifetime of here and of his original world. He felt relieved that he had left his horrible old life and was now ready to go exploring again. Let's just forget about his childish clingy self and consider it as a bout of temporary insanity. Considering all that happened to him here with kidnapping and back with Voldemort, he had a right to be childish.

Now though bar his short stature, young age, and more feminine façade; his life here now couldn't get any better. It was now time to enjoy life, no more evil Dark Lords to defeat and war to wage and defend for. No more stupid celebrity fame with being the boy-who-lived, now he was just Harry.

Harry went to the loo, scowled at his mirror image, and did his morning abolutions. He had a quick shower, opened his wardrobe, and chose from his now considerable collection of clothes that fit and doesn't look like it came from the trash bin. He finally decided on his yellow shirt with a drawing of a big great lion that was on the prowl for prey and was actually moving and blue shorts. He noticed that his clothes were mostly magical in nature but looks like muggle clothes. He grabbed bright yellow trainers and wore it on his feet.

Harry went outside his room and to the kitchen which he instinctively knew where from his new memories of being Lillian. He sat in one of the chairs that surrounded a round table and smiled at his mom who was cooking breakfast humming softly to herself.

"Morning Honey. What do you want? Waffles or pancakes," asked his pretty mom. Lilly then leaned down on her Harry, briefly hugged him, kissed him on his cheeks, and was fussing on his clothes brushing imaginary dusts on his shirt. Harry let his mom fuss on him, his eyes busily targeting the scrumptious breakfast behind his mom.

Harry was talking but no sound was coming out of his mouth. Oh right! He was temporarily mute, so he pointed at the pancakes and grabbed some bananas and the chocolate syrup from the center of the round table. He then peeled his banana, cut it into bite sizes, put it on top of his pancakes and poured liberal amounts of chocolate syrup on top. When he was done, he dug in with great gusto that by the time his mom set in another batch of pancakes on the table, Harry's face was messy with chocolate syrup and some mushy banana pieces.

Lily was too happy to see his now thin son eating that she forgot to berate him for his atrocious manners. Sam, the third son, came downstairs, patted Harry's head and sat down for breakfast watching Harry with a peaceful smile on his face. James came down the stairs, kissed his wife on the cheek, kissed the top of Harry's head, sat down and ate breakfast. While he was eating, James was simultaneously looking at his little Lillian, glad that his littlest child was finally home with them and eating healthily.

John and Ry were downstairs next, and both of the twins mussed Harry's fiery red hair. They then sat down and ate breakfast and was also happy and looking at their returned littlest brother.

Harry ignored the messing of his hair and anyone for that matter, content on making his pancakes vanish at lighting speed. He felt ravenous and was musing on having waffles next. He was about to put waffles on his plate when he noticed that every single member of his new family was present (well except for Snuffle who was still snoring off) and each one of them was staring at him. Harry paused at his reach looked at his family and mouthed a silent "WHAT?" with his lips.

James chuckled and said, "Nothing, Lillian! We're just glad your back!"

Sam agreed with his father. " Yeah we just missed you, Harry." Sam then proceeded to place waffles on his little brother's empty plate.

"Yeah, Honey. We're just happy to finally have you back with us." Lily then conjured a damp washcloth and proceeded to clean off Harry's messy face.

Harry was about to grab off the washcloth from his mom, to wipe his own face, after all He wasn't a baby when John and Ry messed and tousled with his hair again. Harry then pushed the hands off, and then tried to flatten his hair. Just when he had finally gotten rid of his infernal impossible messy hair, people then decided on giving special attention to it and messing it all over again.

When he was about to tell his brothers to shove off, he saw the appetizing waffles on his plate. Oooh! Waffles! YUM! He then went on to finish his next conquest at an even faster rate. He finally got his appetite back, and he wasn't letting anyone mess with his food intake again. The waffles belongs to his stomach and no one was going to take it from him like stupid fat Dudley did before.

Mmmm…. Without a care in the happenings on the Potter household, the littlest Potter was gobbling up all of the scrumptious breakfast he could get his hands on. The rest of the Potters just stared at him amused at the rate Harry was eating.