Chapter One : Underaged and Attacked

The messy haired boy woke with a start, at first he looked around with blurry eyes, confused as to what had woken him. A warm bundle wriggled next to him on the bed, making small wimpering noises. Wiping the sleep from his eyes and reaching for his glasses, Harry clicked onto what had woken him. The tiny redheaded baby girl was stirring in her sleep, emitting the quite whining sound the young father had quickly learnt upon returning to his realitives's home as a sign baby Suzette would soon wake and loudly demand to be fed. Harry carefully climbed out of bed and picked up his now one month old daughter, craddling her to his shoulder he made his way out of his room and down to the kitchen, being as careful as he could to keep the baby from waking the Dursley's.

Since coming back to his childhood 'home', Harry had switched his daughter from the wizarding formula and the cloth nappies he'd been using at school and had replaced them with Muggle formula and disposables. He wouldn't be able to clean the cloth ones as easily at Privat Drive and he knew his relatives would never allow him to use something magical so blatenly in their home. Suzette had adjusted and was continuing to thrive as she had done since birth.

"Want a bottle huh, Suzi?" the teen father cooed in question to his daughter.

Harry hadn't noticed the time when he first made his way downstairs but the sunlight shining through the windows and his Aunt cooking breakfast in the kitchen indicated that is was at least past dawn but probably close to eight or nine in the morning, judging by the fact that his cousin was still asleep and his Uncle seemed to have left for work or something along those lines.

"Morning Aunt Petunia" Harry said as he place his daughter down in the small bouncy chair his Aunt had pulled out of storage when the teen and baby had surprised her at the start of the summer.

The woman made a sound of acknowldgement but didn't speak to her nephew, instead she continued to make Dudley's breakfast. Since taking up boxing during the school year he had lost some weight and his coach had taken him off of the ridiculous diet he'd been on last summer and had instead put him on a low fat, low carb and high protein diet to help him with keeping his energy up for the ring.

Harry and Aunt Petunia spent the morning ignoring each other as they went about their chores. Finally finished with the weeding and washing for the day Harry grabbed a quick sandwich for lunch and gave the once again awake and hungry Suzette another bottle before placing her in the sling Hermione had shown him how to use before the summer. Father and daughter started off on their usual afternoon wonder around the neighbourhood.

They had wondered for a couple of hours in the heat of the summer, but with a baby who needed to be changed, and a need to find some shade to sit in for a while Harry made his way to their usual final destination of the afternoon, the local play-park. Making himself comfortable under their favourite tree, Harry pulled a cotton blanket out of the baby bag, placed it on the ground in front of him, smoothed out and a soft place to lay his daughter while he changed her.

Harry had moved from the shade to the one remaining swing, the only one that Dudley and his buddies had yet to break. With Suzette held in his arms the teen sat on the swing and let it move slowly back and forward. Watching as his daughter began to settle and enjoy the rocking movement, She cooed contentedly in her Daddy's arms. It was the safest place the infant knew at her tender age she had non idea of the danger that surrounded her simply for being born to the wrong person and during the wrong time.

His children had been born into the beginning of a war, both of them were in danger. Harry hoped that Draco's lie of Daphne being Evander's second parent would help them keep the baby boy protected from his Death Eater family members and from the Dark Lord who would be thrilled to get his hands on the child of his enemy. Suzette would need more protection than her brother, they couldn't hide her existence from the world and Harry knew she would be in danger until Voldemort was gone. The fifteen year old didn't know if or when Lord Voldemort would be defeted and until then he would have to do whatever he could to protect his little girl from the evil that would be after her.

Having already started researching ways to protect his daughter Harry still lived with fear and guilt at what his daughter might face. But he would do his best, he would follow in his mother's footsteps and die for his daughter if he had need to. Suzette was the most important and presious thing in his life and he would protect her at all costs. Harry had always been forced to grow up before his time, but add in teen parenthood and well childhood was well over and done with. He would have to get through the rest of his schooling and become of age to be considered no longer a child in the eyes of the law, but he hadn't ever really been one.

Harry could hear Dudley and his mates, they were reliving their most recent act of bullying in loud and excited voices as the talked about beating up little Mark Evans, he was a small ten year old boy who lived a couple of streets over. Looking down at his daughter he spoke to her in a soft voice, hoping not to catch his cousin's attention as he didn't need to start a fight while holding his baby girl.

"You better not turn into a bully like our cousin" he told her seriously.

Suzette just stared at her father, Harry wasn't sure how much of what he said the baby actually understood at this age but from the books he knew it was good to keep talking to her. She had grown quite a bit in her first month of life. She seemed to recognise his voice and would look at or towards him whenever he spoke. She would tightened her hands into fists when she heard the shake of the bottle before he would feed her. She was developing and growing, as she did Harry was learning more about her and her personality.

The messy haired boy hoped that his cousin would walk on by, leaving him and his daughter be. But as with most things in Harry's life, he didn't get what he wanted. One of Dudley's friends spotted Harry, his eyes lit up, the boy had been their favourite punching bag since they were little boys running around just a few feet tall. They were a bunch of bullies not willing to pass up an opportunity to harras the one person who had always been their favourite target.

Dudley waddled up to his cousin in what he must have considered a cool swagger, followed closely by his cronies. They all had matching looks of eager anticipation on their faces, waiting for their leader to make his first move.

"What you doing here?" Dudley asked with a sneer.

"What does it look like?" Harry shot back.

The large teen glared at his scrawny cousin and said "Don't talk back to me" with a superiour tone.

"Yeah show a little respect" Pierce, on of Dudley's best friends since childhood said, backing his buddy up.

Harry rolled his eyes and shifted Suzette in his arms "At least I'm not beating up ten year olds" he shot back.

"He deserved it"Dudley said defensively.

"Yeah, right" the black haired wizard said dismissavely.

"At least I'm not scared of my pillow" the fatter cousin said, going on to taunt he said.

"Moaning and crying out in your sleep" he added and then asked.

"Calling for Cedric, whose Cedric, your boyfriend?" he continued to taunt as Harry tried to remain calm, memories of the third task and the boy who had lost his life prematurely to the Dark Lord.

"Shut up Dudley, you don't know what you're talking about" he snapped, his temper beginning to rise.

"Calling for Mummy and Daddy to help you" the small whale sized boy continued, enjoying the rise he was getting out of his cousin.

"But your parents can't help you can they?" he said in an almost sing song tone.

"'cause they're dead, aren't they?" he delivered his final verbal blow.

Harry jumped up from the swing, his baby held securely against his left side, pulling out his wand with his right. Dudley's mates laughed and joked about Harry trying to scared them off with a little stick. But Dudley knew better and started to go pale. Harry knew he wouldn't do anything with the wand, he wouldn't risk it but the look of fear on his cousin's now pale face was well worth it in his opinion.

It was a coincedence Harry was quite sure, the sudden change from hot and dry to cold and cloudy had nothing to do with his wand being out. Suzette began to cry with the sudden change. Harry carefully jiggled her, trying to calm the crying.

"What, what are you doing?" Dudley asked, fear clear in his shaking voice as he did so.

"I'm not doing anything, it's not me" Harry said and then a familiar feeling of dread creeped up on him.

Harry knew what was happening now, the sudden chill and clouds, the feeling a dreed and hopelessness, there had to be a Dementor near by. Dudley's friends had taken off as the rain began to fall. Harry knew he needed to get his daughter, cousin and himself out of there and quick.

"Dudley, run, now!" Harry demanded.

He quickly put the redheaded baby into her sling and took off running after his cousin, who had for once listened to him. Harry knew though that they weren't likely to be able to out run the Dementor. They came to a covered under pass, running inside Harry hoped that they could hide out there for now.

There was more then one Dementor and they had caught up to them. This couldn't be happening, could it? Dementors in Muggle Surrey, it wasn't exactly the norm. Harry knew he needed to act and act fast. His daughter was with him and this posed danger to her and Harry wasn't going to risk it. Pulling out his wand, he let the memories of meeting his daughter for the first time fill his mind as he spoke.

"Expecto Patronum" the words came out clear and with confidence, a large silver stag errupted from Harry's wand and charged at the Dementor that had Dudley by his collar, before following it's master's instructions and going after the other one that had come towards the teenaged wizard and his infant daughter.

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Harry lay in his bed, his daughter asleep on his chest, moving up and down with his breaths. This had been one hell of a day. First he had been attacked my Dementors while out on a walk with his baby girl, then he had found out the his old babysitter, Mrs. Figg was a Squib and had been keeping an eye on him for Dumbledore since he was a baby. Then he had gotten home, his Aunt and Uncle had blamed Dudley's condition on him, the Ministry had sent him a letter informing him of his suspension. Uncle Vernon had tried to kick him out and Aunt Petunia had received a Howler.

He had heard from Mr. Weasley and Sirius, both telling him to stay put , not to surrender his wand not matter what and not to do anything rash. Someone would be in contacted with him to let him know the plan of action as soon as one had been sorted out.

Hedwig hooted softly from her cage and Harry looked at her "I don't know what's going to happen to us now Hedwig".

And it was true, the teenaged father had no idea what to do now, except wait for the 'Adults' to sort everything out for him and that didn't sit well with him at all.

A/N: Hope you enjoy the start of Harry's firth year as a father. I'll try and update as often as I can. Please let me know if there is anything you would like to see happen. Thanks for reading and please review.