"Harry?"

Harry's head whipped up, Daddy was standing by the kitchen table a small smile on his face.

"Did you make a new friend dove?" Daddy asked beckoning him over. Harry shyly walked over and held out Kayla. He wished Daddy hadn't seen that.

"Ah, what's your new friends name?"

"Kayla."

"That's a lovely name Harry," Daddy ran a hand through his hair, "Are you hungry?"

Harry nodded as he felt his tummy rumble, he hadn't realized how hungry he was until then. Harry walked over to one of the kitchen chairs and pulled it out, but Daddy put a hand on it to stop him from climbing up.

"No, baby these are for grown ups your special chair is right here." Daddy said pointing to a large adult size high chair right next to the stove. It was one of the many things they had bought today. Harry had thought that he would have had a day or so too come up with a way not to use it.

"Nu uh Daddy, Harry's a big boy." He crossed his arms, Kayla and Cesar squished to him. He knew he didn't sound like a very big boy then, but he was!

"Harry, please don't fight with me come along I'll buckle you in."

Buckle him in? No way, "No Daddy, no high chair." He glared at him trying to look intimidating in his t-shirt and nappy.

"We do not say 'no' to Daddy." Daddy said sounding displeased. His brows were furrowed and he had his hands on his hips. Harry stopped glaring and pouted, Daddy was mean.

Daddy came over and picked him and plopped him into the highchair strapping him in.

"Can I have Kayla and Cesar?" Daddy asked holding out a hand.

Harry's eyes filled with tears he hadn't thought that Daddy was that mad at him.

"I be a good boy I promise!" he pleaded, clutching his friends, he wouldn't give them up.

"Harry-"

"No, Daddy! I won't be bad anymore, I'll do anythin'," he cried holding them out of Daddy's reach.

"Harry, I am not taking them away I just don't want them to get food all over them." Daddy explained gently, his hand still out stretched.

"O-oh," Harry said, wiping away a few stray tears and handing them over to Daddy, who gently put them on the kitchen table.

"What are we eating Daddy?" he asked not seeing any food anywhere.

"The elves are bringing us whatever they are serving in the great hall." Daddy said getting out a plate for himself and some cutlery. He opened another cupboard and pulled out a plastic plate with cartoons on it and a matching cutlery set, it was one of the sets they had bought today.

An elf popped in, a few trays filled with food floating behind them. The elf bowed low and placed the hot trays on the table before bowing again and leaving with a pop.

Harry's tummy rumbled again, he was starving. Daddy picked up a bib and tied it around Harry's neck. Harry glared at him but didn't fight him, the fear of the losing his toys still fresh in his mind.

He watched avidly as Daddy filled his plate with beef, potatoes and green beans. Daddy carefully cut up everything into bite size pieces and scooped up some onto the colourful fork, he blew on it and brought the fork to Harry's now closed mouth. He wanted to feed himself. Harry shook his head keeping his lips firmly together.

Daddy gave him the scary look he used to give students in class if they were doing something wrong. Harry whined, why was Daddy being so strict?

Daddy cleared his throat, still giving him scary eyes.

Harry opened his mouth a little accepting the delicious food. He chewed and swallowed it was really yummy. He wanted more but he also knew that Daddy would not let him feed himself. And if he were being honest with himself it had felt really good to let Daddy feed him and take care of him. Harry decided that he would give in a little, after all he was going to run away soon anyway.

He opened his mouth like a baby bird and let Daddy feed him. He ate with Daddy awhile, he turned his head away from the fork when he was full. Harry brought his thumb to his mouth and started chewing on it.

"Harry don't chew on your fingers, you haven't washed them all day," Daddy said standing up, "here take this." Daddy pulled open one of the kitchen drawers, pulling out something small he turned around and held it out for Harry to take. It was a dummy. The dummy had a snitch on it and Daddy held it by the ring, lightly swinging it. Harry reached for it and brought it up to his face to examine it. He carefully put it in his mouth towards one side and began to chew on it.

Daddy quirked his lips, "Here, let me help you." He slid the dummy until it was centered, "now suck on it."

Harry looked at him, a bit embarrassed, he knew they went in your mouth but he didn't know you were supposed to suck on them. He gave it a small suck, and then another and another, his body becoming more relaxed as he did. This was amazing it was better than the bottle because he didn't have to hold it. He let his eyes fall shut as he suckled on his marvelous new found treasure.

Soon after Daddy finished eating he tapped the table with his wand, everything vanished. Daddy took off his bib and eased the dummy from his mouth. Harry whined at him, opening his eyes. Smirking Daddy ran a wet cloth over my face to clean it

"Daddyyyyyyy, I'm c'ean!" Harry protested, trying to wiggle away.

"You will be in a second."

Daddy did one last swipe over his chin and put the cloth in the sink. He came back and unbuckled harry lifting him into his arms. He brought him over to the other side of the table where Cesar and Kayla were and leaned Harry down to grab them.

Daddy walked over to the bathroom and set Harry down on the closed toilet seat cover. He went over to the bath and turned on the taps, putting a plug in the drain.

"No baf Daddy!" Harry said dropping his friends as he stood up defiantly.

"Harry what did I say about saying 'no' to Daddy?" he asked as he turned around. Daddy looked very scary in his robes, his black eyes looking sternly at Harry. But Harry as a gryffindor, he wasn't going down without a fight.

"No!" Harry yelled stamping his foot.

Daddy's expression turned to thunder, "Do you want spankings?"

"No!" Harry yelled again, glaring up at Daddy.

"Go to the corner Harry." Daddy pointed one of the corners near the door of the bathroom.

"Not going! No baf'!" Harry yelled, he ran from the bathroom before Daddy could catch him.

He heard Daddy start coming after him and he looked around frantically for a place to hide. He ran towards the couch but before he could get under, strong arms lifted him up and he came face to face with a very cross Daddy.

"Harry James you are in big trouble." Harry chose not to say anything, too scared that he might make Daddy more angry. The bath didn't seem so bad now.

Daddy carried him to the other side of the couch and sat down, standing Harry up in front of him trapping him in between his knees.

"Look at me Harry."

Harry shyly peeked up at Daddy, he looked really angry.

"Do you know why you are about to be spanked?"

Harry's heart began to beat wildly, his bum clenched. He didn't want a spanking! Harry shook his head no, and tried to look away from Daddy's piercing gaze but Daddy held his face there.

"We do not say 'no' to Daddy Harry and we do not run away from Daddy. When Daddy tells you something you listen." He said sternly.

"But don' want a baf" Harry said sadly, tears forming in his eyes. He was really scared.

"I know, but you need to be clean."

Harry sniffled sadly.

"It won't be so bad, Daddy got you lots of toys remember?"

Harry nodded sadly still not looking forward to it. Daddy pulled off his nappy and lay him across his lap face down. Harry was really nervous, he gripped Daddy's leg and squeezed his eyes shut. What if Daddy spanked the way Uncle Vernon beat him?

Daddy began right away, alternating between his bum and his sit spots. Harry tried to be brave at first, he was going to take it like a big boy. But he had never realized how big Daddy's hands were! His hand came down sharply and with every smack, Harry felt his resolve breaking.

Harry began to whimper and cry. He kicked and wiggled trying to get away from Daddy's hard hand but it was no use, it always got him. He felt bad for making Daddy mad, he would never misbehave again! Daddy kept spanking even as Harry begged him to stop,

"Harry be good! No more! P'ease Daddy! Ouch!"

Harry knew his bum and upper thighs must be very red at this point.

He stopped kicking and gave up quietly sobbing into Daddy's pant leg. He was never going to sit again!

Finally after an eternity Daddy stopped and rubbed soothing circles on Harry's sweaty back.

"Daddy doesn't like to punish you Harry," he helped Harry sit up in his lap careful of his bum and hugged him close.

"S-sorry Daddy" Harry said in a teary voice, still crying. It had really hurted.

"I know baby boy, all is forgiven." Daddy held him for a little bit, quietly rubbing his back until Harry stopped crying. He had needed to let it all out and now he felt a lot better.

"Are you ready for your bath now?" Daddy asked softly.

"Uh huh, Daddy." Harry said, snuggling into Daddy as he was carried, naked except for his shirt, to the bathroom.

The bath was full, Daddy put him down and striped off his shirt and lifted him up and gently sat him down. Harry whimpered as the hot water hit his sore bum. Daddy raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

He pulled out a bottle form under the sink and poured some of the liquid into the bath. Harry watched as it slowly spread, creating...

"Bubbles Daddy!" Harry pointed to mounds of pink bubbles swirling all around the tub.

"I know baby, why don't you play with them?"

Harry picked some up and squished them between his fingers giggling as they oozed out. He rubbed them all over his chest and made a bubble beard. Aunt Petunia had never let him have bubbles, bubbles were for good boys.

He let Daddy wash his chest, back and legs but when Daddy brought the soapy cloth towards his privates he clamped his legs shut.

"Harry I need to clean you."

"Daddy, those are privates," He said slowly, explaining to Daddy.

"I understand Harry, I am only going to wash you I promise." Daddy said looking very seriously at him.

Harry looked at him for a moment and he nodded slowly letting his legs fall apart. He was acutely aware of Daddy washing him and sighed in relief when he was done. Daddy rinsed him off and pulled out the plug,

"We can wash your hair tomorrow, come on out you get." He said, pulling Harry up and setting him down on the soft rug. Daddy unfolded one of the towels in the cupboard and dried him taking care around his sore bum. Daddy swaddled him in the towel and lifted him up bridal style causing Harry to giggle.

Daddy carried him to his nursery but not before grabbing Kayla and Cesar off the floor. He set him down on the change table he started rubbing thick cream all over Harry once he was done he taped on a fresh diaper. He pulled out a soft green onesie and slipped it over Harry's head. Harry kept quiet all through the process. He didn't want to be a baby, but he had never been treated with such care and attention, it was kind of nice.

Daddy looked down at him, "now let's get you settled for bed."