Hides from the angry readers who waited forever

Disclaimer: Not Mine, though I wish it was!

Albus walked back to his rooms with a happy Harry in his arms. Looking around, Harry watched the small signs of magic that Hogwarts herself showed. As they passed a knight of armor, the knight nodded his head to the small boy which caused Harry to giggle, and Albus to give a warm chuckle.

When they got the gargoyle Harry sat up in Albus's arms and said firmly in his own voice, "Cwaldrun Cwakes". With a wink to Dumbledore the gargoyle moved aside allowing them to step onto the spiral staircase.

Once inside his office, Albus placed Harry on the floor and took his hand, slowly walking towards the door that lead to his private chambers.

"Come my boy," said Albus. "Your room is right in here."

Giving a squeal of delight, Harry toddled a tad faster and soon the pair was infront of a door with a Gryffindor lion. Albus opened the door and let Harry walk in before him. Loosing his balance, Harry fell but was not hurt seeing as the carpet was of the major plush kind. Albus smiled as Harry crawled around looking at everything in the room.

"Harry, I want to show you something," Albus said as he walked over and picked Harry up. Moving over to the wall near Harry's bed, there was a picture on the wall.

"Mummy! Daddy!" Harry cried seeing the picture Albus put up.

"Yes Harry, your mummy and daddy. You do know they love you very much."

"Yes Papa."

Albus tried not to frown at once again being addressed as Papa. Walking over to a overstuffed chair, he sat down and turned Harry so he was looking at him.

"Harry, child, you know I'm 'Uncle Albus'. It's not that I mind being 'Papa', its just I'm not your Papa."

"Papa. Daddy up tdare, you here. You Papa." Harry said firmly with such a face in place that Albus had to chuckle.

"Alright, Harry my boy, you get your way. Now, seeing as I'm Papa, I believe I need to clear something up about 'Slyverins' as you called them."

Once again, Harry's small face screwed up into a look of disgust. "Don' like Slyverins," he stated simply.

"Child, why not?"

"Slyverins bad."

"Oh my boy, not all Slytherins are bad," stated Albus. "Severus is a very nice Slytherin on most days he just has a bit of a temper."

"NO! Snivvely BAD! Paddy said so!" Harry exclaimed.

At that moment Albus understood, Sirius Black had been talking to Harry. Of course he should have, seeing as he was Harry's godfather, but did he really need to instill a hate of Slytherins and Severus into Harry?

"Harry, why don't you play here a bit, and let me go talk to someone in the fireplace, maybe there will be a visitor for you."

Harry slid off Albus's lap and crawled over to his chest. " 'kay Papa."

With that, Albus headed into his office to have a talk with a Mr. Sirius Black.

a/n: well I was gone for a very long time.. oops.. Oh well, I'm here right now, giving a fifth chapter for this so that works. To all the people who are reading this, wow you stuck around to see more? I thank you then.

Till the next time, which may be sooner, since I am having ideas for this fic, but sadly not my other one.

Wulfric.