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Harry scowled deeply as Daddy carried him through his quarters on his hip. He quickly changed Harry into a onesie and shoved his arms into what looked like the school robes. They were more infantile and unfortunately Slytherin green. Harry let out a loud protest but a stern look and a slap to the thigh silenced him immediately. Green it is.

Daddy grabbed a bag and began packing for what looked like a day trip. Toys, clothes, wipes, diapers, snacks, bottles, it felt like everything but the kitchen sink. Harry stood contemplating why his daddy would be putting things together this way.

"We need to get to class Harry. Three minutes and we need to be out the door," daddy smiled.

Harry, however, did not smile back.

"Class? What do you mean class?"

"Potions. You are too little to stay here by yourself and we haven't set up your alternate schedule to take little courses yet. You will accompany me to all my classes until we get it lined up. Start moving," he gave a slight tap on Harry's bottom.

The rage filled Harry as if someone poured it into him like a burning liquid fire. It started as his toes and began to rapidly rise throughout his body. It gave him a slight override to the potion that was forcing him to speak and behave younger. He was able to muster the teenage attitude inside himself. "I'm not going to potions class dressed like this. You want me to be in front of everyone as a little? In front of my classmates? You are mental Snape. Fucking mental if you think…"

In a breath Severus had dropped the bag, strode across the room and had Harry over his lap.

"Seven swats for speaking out of turn. One for…," daddy began swatting as he spoke but not before Harry yelled, "Fuck" and went to guard his behind.

"Nine. One for saying 'I'm not'. Since when is that your choice? Two more for directly questioning me." The blows started as he began to number them off again. "Two more for name calling. One more for saying Snape instead of Daddy. And of course, the last two for using nasty language and avoiding a punishment I set forth."

By the end Harry had tears and snot running down his face. He could not breathe properly. His butt felt like it was blistered. Daddy had quickly wiped his face, fixed his robes, and scooped him and the bag up. They were going out the door within the three-minute time frame Daddy had promised.

"Daddy I don't want to be in front of all the other kids at Hogwarts dressed like this, feeling like this, please," Harry cried heavily into his daddy's shoulder.

"You dare think any of the kids would say anything to a little in my care? Have you been to one of my classes or have you been comatose this whole time? No one messes with Daddy or Daddy's baby. You are concerned for nothing," he crooned in a voice Harry had never heard before. Deep, calm, and soothing. Almost hypnotic. His body relaxed and he took a deep breath in and out.

"There you go, relax. I've got you," he stroked down the boy's back.

In typical Daddy flair we did not just walk into the room, we burst in as if to catch the students by surprise. Without fail at least three students about fell out of their chairs. Harry turned to hide his face in his Daddy's robes and smiled.

Without pause, instructions filled the blackboard as Daddy swept across the room towards his desk. The sound of paper rustling and quills frantically writing filled the room. Harry peeked out over Daddy's shoulder to assess the mood of his classmates and to see who was going to cause problems.

There were stares of awe and shock as if to say, "What has Snape done to Potter?" But no one spoke out.

Daddy quickly set up a mesh playpen and scattered toys he had brought along in the bag he had packed for this adventure. He had a full bottle of milk that he put into the pen, as well as a blanket if Harry got chilly. Before setting Harry down he pulled the elastic leg band of the diaper and checked if Harry needed changing. "Red and sore but dry and comfy. Let me know when you go potty Harry."

Harry turned fifty shades of red and wanted to melt into the floor to be swallowed whole. "Stop purposely embarrassing me Snape."

Daddy's face turned angry. He quickly held my face in between his thumb and forefinger. "I will allow this one slip because you are nervous and in front of your friends but if you do not use daddy again I have no qualms of pulling down your diaper for the entire class to see you get a spanking."

Harry felt the anxiety slide down his throat like a rock and settle in his stomach. He knew Daddy would be true to his word. Whispering, "Sorry Daddy, will tell if wet or stinky…"

"I can't hear you baby, what did you say?" Daddy demanded at normal teaching volume. The entire class looked up.

Harry hoped more and more that the floor would open, but since it did not, he squashed the feeling of wanting to vomit and loudly restated himself. "Sorry Daddy, will tell if wet or stinky…"

"Good boy," he affirmed. Shockingly to Harry he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. It caused the feeling in his stomach to go from sickening to fluttery and happy.

"Can sit with you few minutes daddy before in pen pease?" Harry pleaded. He wanted more of the fluttery, lovey feelings that felt like a zing of lightning through his body.

"For a minute baby," Daddy pulled him into his lap while he set his eyes on the classroom. Everyone had not quite gotten back to work. They wore faces of shock that the man had openly displayed affection for little Potter. They also had heard a ruckus outside Snape's doorway, and they knew it would cause the professor's mood to sour.

Faintly heard words, whines, and cries came from the other side of the door. A louder, female voice was commanding. A swift two knocks landed on the heavy wooden door before it was swung open. Professor McGonagall had Draco Malfoy by the wrist. Malfoy's face was red and streaked with tears. His voice was shouting protests. McGonagall was stouter than she looked because the boy was over the threshold and standing in front of Snape's desk in seconds.

"I'm sorry Severus. Draco is causing too much disruption in my first-years class for them to focus. I thought I could bring him to you so that Harry could have someone to keep him company," McGonagall first smiled at little Harry and then her face turned serious. "I would be lying also if I didn't say he may need a firmer hand as well."

Draco was still putting up a fight. He was demanding that he be released. He screeched loud enough the windows surely rattled with the news that he would tell Lucius. That no pureblood would ever stand for this type of discipline. He kicked. He clawed. He had a full blown, red faced tantrum.

Harry's little feelings took over as if they were instinct. His own bottom clenched. He knew his Daddy would not stand for his behavior. He snatched a pacifier and put it in his own mouth to soothe, while his Daddy set him into the pen. Then Daddy took Malfoy's wrist from McGonagall.