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James POV

"Is this where you've been all day, mate?"

Sirius comes in as I sit in my crib, surrounded by toys. I expanded the closet room and took random boxes and bits of scrap metal to make a baby mobile, decals on the walls, baby rattles, a baby gym that is my size, even new windows that show sunlight. The walls are now light blue, the carpet is light yellow and green, and pastel toys surround me. 

He smiles gently when I am too little to speak. "Ba ba ba ba...."

Sirius sits next to my crib, and I reach for him. "Ba ba ba..."

He gives me a huge hug, and I lean into him. "Ba ba ba ba ba..."

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I end up at the therapist's office again. Apparently I need multiple appointments a week. Oh well.

I don't understand why until one afternoon, I am having a good day. That is, until I can't find the right cereal and end up having a breakdown. The stress builds and builds until I am fuming and about to explode. I nearly do, before I'm suddenly small again.

When I recover and I'm again an adult, Sirius and Remus sit me down. "James, we need to talk."

I sit down, fighting the urge to be little in sheer fear of the seriousness. I win the fight, but only briefly. I can feel Little James pressing in. "Oh."

Sirius smiles gently like I'm about to break. Maybe I am. "Mate, we're just concerned about you."

I uncomfortably squirm. "I'm fine. It was just a bad day."

Remus sighs. "Will you at least tell your therapist?"

Sighing, I nod. "If you think it will help..."

Sirius squeezes my hand. "It will, okay? I promise."

I'm so comforted that I feel myself slipping. No, no, no. I can't be little! I need to have an important... shoot I'm little.

Frustrated, I pout and rub my eyes. Remus makes a soft noise of comfort, and Sirius ruffles my hair. "Yep, I figured that would happen."

Still annoyed at myself, I try to talk. "No big James. Need big James."

Sirius says reassuringly, "It's okay, James. It's okay to be little."

I yell, "I want be big!"

Remus chuckles. "You will be, Jamesy. Just enjoy being small while you are."

Tears spring to my eyes. "No enjoy it! Bad, bad, bad!"

Sirius gives me a squeeze, and I feel calmer.

"Oh dear, is he little again?" Lily ruffles my hair, and I reach for her.

A while later, I meander to my crib, playing with the toys and such I put in there.

When dinner comes and I'm still little, I begin to be worried. "Stiww smaww."

Lily pats my head. "It's alright, James. We'll look after you and in the morning you can talk to your therapist."

I nod. "I help cook?"

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