WARNING:
I do not own or profit from Harry Potter. I do not profit from this fanfiction. This is a work of fiction. Adult themes and content within, including but not limited to: yaoi, extreme underage, dubious consent, non-consent, m/m slash, spanking as punishment, etc. If you can't handle it, don't read it. Thanks.
As Albus had never been blessed with children, or even a spouse, he had never experienced the bliss of sleepless nights, dirty nappies, toilet training, or teething. He had never had to have knowledge of fevers, soothies, detecting food allergies, or rectal thermometers. He had never felt so ignorant to something. He was supposed to be darn near infallible, but this experience as a surrogate papa had humbled him greatly.
In the first three days Albus had baby Harry confiscated every few hours for his ineptitude, which apparently was dangerous. Obviously, one does not feed a 15 month old lemon drops. Also, it's common knowledge that one does not allow said 15 month old sips from his favorite brandy wine. Furthermore, it's inappropriate to expect the same child to sleep amongst Albus prized wool socks, although the babe was so very snugly and comfortable in the sock pile. None of this was obvious to the ever discerning Headmaster Dumbledore. He was going through a crash course in child rearing. After the third time Minerva, Poppy, or Pomona absconded with his young charge, he had raided the applicable section of the library. Little did Albus know, the child rearing manuals had been written in the dark ages, when such muggle influences wrote about the proper uses for paige boys. Life would be interesting, but little Harry would know the love of an extended family.