A/N: Sorry for the slow update. But I wrote a long chapter this time. A BIG THANKS to my reviewers and readers. MUAHZ. I love you guys.
Enjoy Chapter Four
Chapter Four: Back in diapers
Harry and Ron stood uneasily in the middle of the room, both getting more anxious every minute passing. Ron kept fidgeting, face pale, hands sweaty, and he couldn't stop glancing helplessly at Harry. Harry kept his poker face, yet his emerald eyes gave his nervousness away.
Hermione was… well, even more nervous than both of them. She was strutting around Grimmauld Place for the whole day, and rambled about the plan, arrangements… The others were just as worried as the three of them, and now, they were all gathered in the living area, ready to witness Harry and Ron's soul transference.
"…so you see, you have to stay alert at all times, and don't be blinded by emotions… I know it's a huge thing to see your parents, but don't forget this is not a heart-felt reunion and a 'happily ever after', this is a mission…" Hermione continued.
"Look. 'Mione, we KNOW. You've been repeating the same stuff for the last few days, I'm nervous enough without you putting extra pressure on us," Ron said.
"Well. I just want to MAKE SURE everything's clear, you know how dim-witted both of you can be," Hermione snapped.
"Dim-witted? Do you remember the time…" Ron started.
"Just stop with the bickering, and let's get this over with," Harry said.
"Okay, okay, do you remember the Time Window Spell? It's the spell that can allow us to talk to your parents as well…" Hermione asked.
Harry and Ron rolled their eyes. After doing nothing but practicing this spell wandlessly with Hermione last week, note, with HERMIONE, last week, how could they possibly forget how the spell works?
"Yes, yes, we do, now send us back!" Ron said, suddenly felt a lot more enthusiastic at the mention of parents.
"Wait, just a sec," Ginny said, and went up to Harry and gave him a kiss on the lips, leaving a grinning Harry standing there.
Ron glanced hopefully at Hermione, but she was now bending over the spell book McGonagall gave her, and read through the soul transference process again.
"Okay. I'm ready, are you?" Hermione asked.
"Absolutely," they answered in unison.
"Tiem Expecto Soule!"
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August, 1981.
"Shickity Ickity," Sirius muttered, and ran over to the magically enlarged crib.
"Aww, babies, don't cry, Uncle Sirius is here!" And made a couple of funny faces, however, it didn't seem to help silence the crying babies, "Come on! Pleaseeeee just shut up! Pwetty pweaseee?" The crying rose in decibels. "No, no, no… BILL, CHARLIE!" Sirius cried for help.
The 11-year-old and 8-year-old went over to the babies.
"Sirius. The most important thing about carrying newborn babies, is to support their heads and to make them comfortable, you have to lay them in your arms like this," Bill carried Ginny and kissed her cheek, Ginny immediately stopped crying, and laughed at his brother. Charlie also held baby Ron in a very practiced way, and pretended to be a dragon, Ron found it amusing and laughed as well.
"Great... I got out-smarted by two kids. Okay, let me try."
Just as Sirius picked Harry up, a blinding purple light surrounded Harry and Ron. The impact made Sirius and Charlie drop the babies in their arms. The other kids in the room screamed, Sirius went into war-mode and snatched his wand.
"HARRY! RON!" Sirius yelled, the purple light faded, and the two babies landed onto the crib.
"Ow. That hurts. RON! You okay, mate?" Baby Harry squeaked.
"Yea... what happened to your voice? Wait. What happened to MY voice? I sound like a baby." Ron squealed as well.
"That's because you're a baby, Ron."
"Oh."
Sirius approached the crib, and pointed his wand at the two babies, with the other kids hiding behind the couch.
"WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE BABIES?" Sirius yelled.
"SIRIUS!" Both of them cried.
"It's so good to see you, Sirius! We MISS you so very much," Harry said.
"Wow. You really look good, nice hair," Ron commented.
"REVEAL YOURSELF, DEATH EATER!"
"We're not deatheaters!" Ron quivered. "Aw. Darn. I sh.tted my diapers." Fred and George chuckled behind the couch.
"DON'T TRY TO DISTRACT ME, you DEATH EATER! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HARRY AND RON?"
"It's us! Harry and Ron!" Harry pleaded.
"Like I'm going to believe you."
"We're from the future. And this thing is called 'soul transference'. We were sent by the future Order of Phoenix to warn you about Lord Voldemort, let us prove it to you," Harry said quickly.
"No you aren't. And I'm warning you, I don't want to hurt you, it's my godson's body you're in, demon."
"SIRIUS! NO! PLEASE! LISTEN, PADFOOT!" Harry cried.
"Wh... what did you call me?"
"Padfoot. You're Padfoot of the Marauders. Your nickname is derived from you animagus form, which looks like the grim. And there are three other members in the Marauders, Prongs, Moony and Wormtail, who are a stag, werewolf and a rat respectively."
"How did you know that? No one knows. Not even Lily, or Dumbledore..."
"Because I'm Pronglet. I'm HARRY. Your GODSON. From the FUTURE." Harry looked staight into the eyes of his godfather, trying to reassure him of his identity.
Sirius did NOT believe this. He simply couldn't grasp the logic behind this. Wait. This is magic, there's no LOGIC behind. Is that his godson? Can this... this soul transference thing happen? All these questions clouded his mind.
"Yea. And I'm his best pal Ron, look I really need a diaper change, Sirius," Ron fidgeted uncomfortably.
"Oh. Okay," Sirius' eyes rolled to the back and he fainted and dropped to the floor.
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A/N: Haha. I know it ended rather suddenly. Sirius' reaction ain't that funny, but it's logical. I mean, as a fighter in those war times, he had to be alert, but he couldn't really NOT believe in the babies you know. It's hard to deny babies, I know this for a fact xDDD.
And I hope I answered some of my reviewers' question in this chapter, that YES, Harry and Ron and walk and talk and all that, but with the physical limitations in a baby's body.
REVIEWS PLEASE! THANK YOU! Before Sirius wakes up next chapter, there will be some sibling-bonding time with the Weasleys.
