AN: Here's the next chapter! I'm done with college now, so updates should come relatively more quickly. Enjoy!

Harry awoke in his crib in the Room of Requirement, and saw his daddy smiling down at him.

"Hey, Baby. Good morning. You ready to get up and start our day?" Zacharias waited for a reply, which came in the form of unshed tears and the universal "pick me up" gesture, "Shh, Daddy's here, Baby. How's my little Harry today? I know, I know. Yesterday was scary, huh?"

"Bid him, I bided him!" Harry sobbed into Zacharias' neck.

"You didn't bite anyone, Honey. I promise. How about some applesauce for breakfast?" Here Harry's stomach growled so loud that it shocked him enough to stop the overwhelming tears.

"Oh boy, someone's hungry!" Zacharias laughed and tickled Harry's slowly-filling-out stomach, earning a wide smile and a giggle from his little boy, "Time to eat, I think. There you go, my sweet boy," as he lifted Harry into the highchair the Room had given to them months ago.

As soon as he moved away from Harry to the counter of the little kitchenette the Room had provided for them, Harry let go a whine of distaste and Zacharias turned to him again to find him reaching across the highchair's tabletop.

"I'm right here, Baby. I have to make your breakfast. You want some banana?"

"Nana!" Harry's mood changed right away.

"Okay, Baby. Let me just cut it first. There. One at a time, okay? No!" But it was too late, Harry had taken three banana slices and shoved them into his mouth, and started to choke, "No, no, no… Merlin, please… It's okay, Baby, Daddy's here," Zacharias made quick work of releasing the highchair's tray and was now running down Hogwart's halls to the infirmary with a struggling little boy in his arms.

"Madam Pomfrey! He's choking!"

"Oh my goodness! Come in, Mr. Smith! Hello, Harry, it's okay, I'm here. I'll just make you a potion to drink, how about that? You're such a good boy. There we go," as Harry began to cough and throw up. She pet his hair in comfort and then pulled away, shocked, "Mr. Smith, were you aware that Harry seems to running a bit of a temperature?"

"What? No," the news sent Zacharias into a panic.

"Calm down, Mr. Smith. This can be easily fixed. Just a little potion and a day or so rest and he will be as good as gold again-" Harry suddenly let out a wail that seemed to shake the entire room and Zacharias caught another glimpse of the evil that had been trying to hurt his little boy.

"Harry, Harry, here, look at what Madam Pomfrey has for you! Blocks! You love blocks," surprisingly, the blocks were made of a soft plastic and remolded to their original shape when dented or bitten, "Bite on this, Baby. I know your teeth are bothering you, but it's okay. Daddy's here. Let's get you healthy, okay? Daddy doesn't like it when his little Harry is sick. You're such a good boy. I love you."