HARRY HAD SLEPT better than he had for a long, long time that night, unaware that he'd ingested a wonderful helping of Hermione's breast milk, which was the perfect thing to give him a peaceful slumber.
"Good morning, little one." Hermione greeted as she entered the bedroom. Daylight was already streaming through the curtains, Harry must have overslept. It was a Saturday today, and so Hermione was wearing jeans and a casual top with her hair up in a ponytail. She was busy organising Harry's diapers into drawers and hadn't so much as glanced his way yet.
"Good morning." Harry replied, before catching the words in his throat. He could speak again!
"Harry, you can tal-" Hermione stopped. She was startled. Yes, she was startled that he could talk again. That was wonderful news, clearly McGonagall's spell had done some good. The thing that really startled her, was Harry was about three feet tall...
"Harry..." She mumbled, feeling her maternal instincts wash over her once again she rushed ov