Growing Up   von Pris
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                         Introductions and First Steps
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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter. If I did, I wouldn't write this.

If those true to the Noble and Ancient House of Black knew what was going on in
their ancestral home they would spin in their graves. Sirius Black, on the other
hand, was most likely dancing in the afterlife. Assuming there was one. But
considering the presence of ghosts one could assume that an afterlife really
existed. At the moment, a party was taking place in No 12, Grimmauld Place. The
reason was, that He-Whose-Name-Was-A-Stupid-Anagram, better known as Lord
Voldemort or You-Know-Who, had been killed by Harry Potter,
The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Defeat-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Apparently witches and
wizards were very fond of stupid titles, as above mentioned had in fact been
printed in several papers and magazines.
To the complete disappointment of everyone, except those directly involved,
Voldemort had not been defeated in a final battle of epic proportions.
Moldyshorts, sorry, Voldemort had come to No 4, Privet Drive in the disguise of
a travelling salesman. He had cleverly masked his presence and Harry had let him
inside none the wiser. Because The Dark Lord liked to play with his victims he
had started to talk to the teen. Who had offered him some of the peanuts he had
been eating. Unbeknownst to everybody, even Voldemort himself, the Dark Lord was
allergic to peanuts. And had died, more or less instantly, of an anaphylactic
shock. Upon his death the illusions masking his appearance failed, and a very
surprised Harry Potter found himself with a dead Dark Lord at his feet.
This was the reason for the party, which doubled as a sixteenth birthday party
for Harry. Nothing could dampen the mood of the celebrants. Not even old Mrs
Black's portrait, which had been taken out by getting rid of the whole wall it
was mounted on.
The whole Order of the Phoenix and DA was present. Even Snape was laughing,
which had almost shocked some of the others into heart attacks. Two of the
loudest guests were the Weasley Twins, which was no surprise at all. They had
supplied some of their products to liven up things a bit. Not that it was
needed, but it was fun none the less. Right now they were huddled over a bottle
of butter beer, adding something to it. On their faces were identical
mischievous grins.
"Oy, Harry!" Fred shouted. "I bet you can't drink a butter beer ex!"
"'Course I can, Gred. Give that to me!" Harry answered a bit slurred to the
challenge, as he was already slightly drunk. Had he been sober he might have
remembered that it was never a good idea to eat or drink anything offered by the
twins. Harry took the bottle and drank its contents down in one go and collapsed
immediately after finishing.
"Didn't know that he was that..." Forge started.
"...drunk already that a butter beer would knock him out!" Gred finished.
Suddenly, the heap that was Harry sneezed.
"Ron, that didn't sound like Harry," Hermione said.
Ron nodded to this and knelt down next to the pile of robes. When he finally
found something in there he was surprised to see a little boy with green eyes
and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He was about fifteen months
old. Immediately upon seeing Ron he started wailing. Awkwardly he picked his
best friend up and wrapped him in his much too large T-Shirt. Hermione was
preparing to start yelling.
"What have you two morons done now?! Do you have an antidote or were you stupid
enough to give him something untested without preparing a counteragent first?!"
Hermione shouted in a good imitation of Molly Weasley.
"Well, you see,..."
"...he was supposed to turn into..."
"...a purple chinchilla."
"Not into..."
"...a baby." Fred and George stammered.
"Do you write down the formula at least?" Hermione asked.
"Yes!" the twins chorused.
"Pray to what ever deity you believe in that it is possible to turn him back. If
this is not reversible I will make life living hell for you!" Hermione hissed.
"And I will help. Now we will go to Mum." Ron stated.
The twins looked very nervous about that.

Molly Weasley had been furious with her sons. And told them so, shouting at the
top of her voice. Professor Snape had been provided with the formula and would
try to find a cure for the boy. As amusing as the situation was, he would try to
be fast. He owed the brat a life debt. This was taking him a step closer to
repaying.
The twins would be punished properly, as they had to look after Harry until he
returned to normal. Right now, it was the morning after the party, they were
standing in their apartment above their shop looking at the little boy sleeping
in a crib.
"This can't be too hard, Fred."
"Well, I don't know, George. We have to change him, bathe him, feed him, the
list is endless."
"I know, but there's only one of him and two of us."
"That doesn't mean anything! Do you remember how tired cousin Emily and her
husband were when Tim was little?"
"Good point, brother. We will see how it will turn out."
Little Harry chose that moment to wake up crying. Fred picked him up and tried
to calm him.
"He's wet and hungry, I think. I will change him and you will find him something
to eat. Mind that it's healthy, or Mum will have our heads, George!" Fred said
and left for the bathroom.
"Let's get you dry, little one. I think we should star with getting your shoes
and trousers of." Fred said and Harry quieted at the prospect of getting his
diaper changed. Fred had no problem with undressing and cleaning Harry. Putting
on the new diaper was a bit more difficult, as they weren't using muggle
disposable ones. Those couldn't be charmed against odour and diaper rash. It
took him a few tries to get it right and Harry was starting to get impatient.
"So, done now. Wanna see what George's got for you?" Fred asked. Harry looked at
him doubtful. How could someone, who was exactly the same as the one who had
taken so long to change him, get him something decent to eat?
"Come on, Harry. It won't be so bad." Fred responded to the look. Harry's
expression didn't change.
In the meantime George had prepared something to eat for Harry. He hoped the boy
liked mashed bananas.
Feeding Harry was a very messy affair. About twice the amount of banana they got
him to eat was spread over Harry, the twins, and the kitchen.
"Bathing time, Harry!" Fred said and Harry's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
The twins decided to bathe with Harry, as they were as sticky as him.
Bathing with Harry was a lot of fun. The little boy was delighted with the
multicoloured bubble bath, the red water, and the animated fish. He had Fred and
George build castles out of the foam and tried to catch the fish. He even
succeeded once. The twins were glad that they had decided to hop into the tub
with Harry, as they would have been sopping wet anyway. Dressing Harry now went
rather quick, as they knew how to put on a diaper now.
While they were cleaning the kitchen Harry started to cry again.
"What's wrong, little one?" Fred asked.
"Mama?" Harry hiccupped.
"Your Mama and Papa are in Heaven with the angles Harry." George said.
"Back?" Harry asked.
"They won't come back. But they are watching over you." Fred answered.
It took them a while to calm Harry down.

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