Potter was a little.

Snape stared taken aback. He watched as Potter slowly straightened up, his eyes wide, lower lip trembling was the boy about to cry? Merlin, he hoped not.

Potter opened his mouth to speak but quickly snapped it shut he shook his head. Snape raised an eyebrow at him.

Potter ran out of the room the door banging shut behind him. Snape stood stock still trying to make sense of what he had just witnessed. Harry Potter was a little.

He hated to admit it, even to himself, but Potter would make an adorable little, he had those big green eyes that would get any Guardian to melt at his feet.

Maybe the boy was upset because he would no longer have any desire to have Sexual intercourse. Severus knew he had been quite upset too, of course Guardians could have it but they never craved it like everyone else.

At least the boy wasn't an Omega, the entire wizarding world would have been competing to be his Alpha, Severus rolled his eyes. Of course, now the entire wizarding world will compete to be his Guardian. He almost felt bad for the boy, almost.

He pushed the thoughts from his head, the boy was no longer his concern. He walked towards the far wall of his office where the floo stood, and grabbed a handful of floo powder. He threw it into the empty fireplace and watched as the green flames licked the stones in hungry anticipation.

"Headmistresses office," he called as he stepped in, the world beginning to spin around him.

He stepped out of the floo, his robes immaculate. Snape eased himself in one of the chairs set in front of Mcgonagall's desk. She looked up from her thick stack of papers her eyes watching him.

"Did he take it?" She asked, her hand had poised over the parchment.

"He has drank the potion, yes." he replied crossing one leg over the other.

"And?" she asked, beginning to get frustrated with his lack of detail.

"Potter drank the potion, he views the results as less than satisfactory."

She sighed through her nose and gave him a look, "What does that mean Severus?"

"The boy ran away, he looked as if he were about to cry." Snape brought a hand up to his eyes shielding them from view. He had not cared when the boy was in pain but when he had seen those green eyes look at him with such fear he had felt his heart strings pulled and twisted. He didn't like the feeling.

"What is his classification?" She sounded weary, her eyes once again down on the parchment.

When Severus remained quiet she looked up one eyebrow raising "Severus?"

"He is classified...as a little, Minerva." he looked away from her shocked face, his gaze falling on the portrait of Dumbledore. The old man was smiling, his blue eyes twinkling as he pretended to be busy with examining the ceiling.

Severus turned his attention back to the still shocked woman her face had gone pale. The quill she had been holding dropped onto the parchment slowly dripping black ink onto the pristine pages.

"I was surprised myself." he admitted.

The two professors stared at one another neither knowing what to say, finally Mcgonagall broke the silence,

"He will need a guardian, Severus. Not just any guardian, he will need someone who can protect him and care for him."

"I am aware," he said rolling his eyes.

"What can we do? Remus cannot take the boy the ministry will arrest him."

"The wolf would not be suitable, Potter cannot be unsupervised in his headspace for three days while the wolf tramples through the woods."

"Severus, really, the war is over, must you show such hostility towards those on our side?" Minerva asked already knowing the answer.

Snape just sneered at her not dignifying her question with a response.

Mcgonagall got up from her large high backed chair and moved through the room, her hands grasped firmly in front of her. She came to rest at the window facing the glittering black lake. The outside of the castle still needed a lot of work, the pitch had not been rebuilt and half of the grass on the grounds was dead and burnt.

"We must find him Severus. The potion will have lowered the walls blocking that part of him, he will begin to slip into headspace. You know as well as I that he cannot be alone once he is regressed, he could hurt himself," she turned to face him, "Will you help me look for him and make sure he is taken care of properly?"

"Minerva, we agreed I would not have to-"

She cut him off, "Please Severus,"

"You test my patience," he growled, standing swiftly, scoffing at the smirk on her face

"Thank you Severus." Mcgonagall said sincerely.

He thundered out of the room, a destination in mind, he had a small inkling about where Potter might go when he was upset.

His heels clicked as he quickly walked down the seventh floor, he came across the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy and turned walking back and forth three times thinking about his need to find Potter.

A large wooden door appeared, with a gold circular doorknob for a handle. Snape stepped forward steeling himself for what he may find inside. He was not looking forward to seeing Potters fearful face again.

The door swung open at the barest touch. The room was brightly lit there was a fire dancing merrily in the fireplace on the far left wall. It was not very large, it was packed with couches and cushy chairs, the walls were lined with books. He glanced around and at first thought the room was empty, but then, his eye caught a head of black hair sticking up from one of the couches. The boy was leaning on the back of the couch his body hidden from view.

Severus walked forward, his foot falls becoming lighter as he came closer to the boy. He stopped when he reached the dark brown couch. The boy was curled up, his eyes open as he stared down at his jean covered lap, if one looked close enough they would see tear tracks down his rosy cheeks. His damned bottom lip was still trembling.

Snape sighed, gingerly sitting down on the other end of the couch. Potter didn't acknowledge his presence. He silently cursed Minerva, this was not his job.

"The headmistress knows," Snape said, his voice lightly echoing on the walls.

Potter did not reply, he did not even acknowledge his presence.

"I do not see why you are throwing such a tantrum." Snape said, trying to get the boy to at least talk even if it was only to yell.

"Shut up! You don't know anything!" Potter seethed, finally looking up at him his green eyes red and swollen.

"Don't you dare speak to me that way, Potter!" He raged, swiftly standing up to tower over the boy. This was why someone else should be comforting him, he was not cut out for this sort of thing.

"I'll speak to you anyway I want Snape!" Potter stood up to, although it did not have the same effect as he barely reached Snape's collar bone.

"That's a month's worth of detenti-"

Snape stopped, his body going ramrod straight as an idea popped into his head. He knew how to make Potter behave, he was one of the few who had the power but what is worth it?

He could use his 'Daddy voice' as everyone called it, and turn Potter into a pile of goo but only if they were compatible. The 'Daddy voice' only worked on littles if the one who was using it on the little was compatible with them, almost like soul mates and then of course Potter would know his true classification…

There was nothing for it, they could both rage at each other for hours neither backing down, he steeled himself pulling himself up to his fullest height.

"Potter. Stop this insolence this instant I need you to follow me to the hospital wing now and I will not tolerate any more tantrums understood?" He spoke with a deep clear voice neither yelling nor gentle.

Potter froze his eyes going wide, Snape watched as the fight left the boy his shoulders slumped, his whole body sagging his eyes slowly losing the anger and fear. The green eyes looked up at him bashfully as Potter blushed, most probably at his reaction to Snape's voice he looked down and began to pick at his fingers.

"Better; Come now."

Snape walked away once again assuming the boy would follow. He heard the light footsteps begin to follow him and he quickened his pace, it would not be long before Potter forgot to be afraid of him and had another outburst.

Snape was shocked that that had actually worked. He would have never thought that he and Potter were compatible. What did that mean for him? He knew he had always desired a little to care for no matter how much he tried to bury it, but did he want Potter?

No he did not. He knew that they would never get along and he did not want a selfish arrogant brat as his surrogate child. Snape led them to the hospital wing not saying a word to the boy. Severus wondered how he was going to react to Pomfrey trying to diaper and feed him. He turned a corner and the hospital doors came into view. He could feel a headache coming on already and braced himself for the world's worst tantrum.

Severus pushed open the heavy doors ushering in the quiet boy. Poppy was waiting for them, the floo flashing behind her, Minerva had just left then.

"Ah Severus, Harry, " she smiled at them and strode forward her white robes swishing around her ankles. She pointed a finger towards one of the beds, gesturing for Harry to take a seat, the boy hesitantly shuffled over and sat down.

"Now let's get you changed and settled, and then we can discuss possible Guardians." Madam Pomfrey said getting straight down to business. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at a now frantic Harry, who was hurriedly scuttling down the bed and out of the wands line of fire.

"Mr. Potter stop moving." Pomfrey chastened as she readjusted her wand to point at Harry who was curled up against the headrail of the bed his shoulders hunched around his ears.

"Don't point your wand at me and I won't move."

"This is part of the procedure, I am going to remove your clothing so that I can change you, into a nappy. I don't want to be cleaning urine off the floor."

Harry blushed all the way through to his hair. "I'm seventeen I'm not going to piss myself." He huffed folding his arms protectively across his chest.

"Potter." Snape growling standing less than seven feet away "Listen to Poppy or I'll stick you to the bed."

The boy glared at him, "No one asked you to be here, Snape" he spat.

Before either of the men could move Poppy grabbed Potter's hand and give it three sharp smacks making the boy yelp.

"What'd you do that for!?" He fumed, cradling his stinging hand to his chest.

"That is no way to speak to a professor, Mr. Potter." she admonished her wand once again pointed square at his chest.

"He started it," Harry muttered not looking at either of them.

The two adults looked at each exasperated and Pomfrey nodded her head in the direction of the sulking boy. Snape shook his head firmly and made to turn away.

"Severus." He turned back to see that Pomfrey was giving him a pleading look and pointing to Harry. He rolled his eyes and stalked forward coming to stand in front of Harry, swallowing his dignity he crouched down until he was at eye level with the boy. He did not want to be here any longer.

"Po-Harry" he said quietly making his voice a light rumble. "Will you look at me... please?"

Harry slowly looked up his eyes narrowed angrily.

"Thank you, may I ask what this is all about? We are only trying to make you...happy." The boy looked at him, his green eyes slowly filling with tears.

"I don't want to be a little! I'm not! I'm not!" He cried burying his head in his shaking hands.

Snape looked to Pomfrey for help, she mouthed for him to go on. He glared at her, this was her job not his.

"Well be that as it may, you are, you must accept that." he had never been the comforting type.

Harry looked up and glared at him a lone tear slowly rolling down his cheek. Snape felt the inexplicable urge to wipe it away and comfort the boy. Why did he want to comfort such an arrogant brat?

He found himself reaching out a pale hand and very gently wiping the tear away and cupping the boys cheek. Harrys breath caught in his throat at the touch. Snape snatched his hand away once he realized what he had done.

Snape stared into the boy's sad eyes "What bothers you so much?" He asked quietly.

"I...I can take care of myself, I don't need anyone." Harry's voice was shaking.

"I'm sure," he jeered, thinking of all the times the boy got into trouble. "but, would it not be nicer to let someone else do it? Be able to relax and finally be 'just Harry'?" he mocked, having heard the boy say it once.

"I..yeah I guess." Harry mumbled.

"Now that that's settled, let's get you changed," Snape gave an awkward pat to his knee and stood up.

"I never said she could change me, I'm seventeen!"

"You do not have a choice!" he snarled down at him.

"Yeah I do!"

"Oh yes sure," he said nastily, leaning into his face, "we can take you to the ministry, where every miserable worker will stand there and gawk as your diapered and fed begging to hold the precious boy who lived! Would you rather that!?"

The boy flinched at his harsh words, dragging in a harsh breath.

"Can't I just wear normal stuff?" he pleaded, looking to Madam Pomfrey.

"No, Mr. Potter I'm afraid not,"

Harry bit his lip and sighed giving them a tiny nod of the head.

Madam Pomfrey walked forward her wand once again out.

"You're leaving?" He asked, when Snape walked towards the doors.

"Yes." he deadpanned as he strolled forward.

"Severus, I would really appreciate if you stayed," Madam Pomfrey said.

He groaned, these women would be the death of him. And if he were honest with himself he wanted to see Potter settled, but only a little bit.

She patted the bed next to the boy, who was looking the other way. He sat down, not to far from Potter. Madam Pomfrey raised her wand, Potter flinched. Snape sighed and lay a calming hand on the boys thigh.

Pomfrey came closer her wand in her hand, "Are we ready?"

Harry nodded again and she began her spell work.

Snape watched as the boys jeans and t shirt were vanished, his pants as well. Harry squeaked as he stripped naked, his hands flying to cover himself. Snape started rubbing circles on the boys thigh trying to keep him calm. Madam Pomfrey finished and tucked her wand away in her apron a gentle smile on her face.

She accioed a pile of clothing from a nearby bed and caught it in her arms.

She placed it on the bed and picked up the first thing in the pile, it was a nappy.

"No way in hell," Harry said, looking at it with disgust.

"Mr. Potter-"

"Potter, you will stop fighting us," Snape said using his 'Daddy voice', he knew it was not nice to use it to force Potter against his will, but the boy was being over dramatic.

The boy, whimpered and curled in on himself.

Madam Pomfrey gently pushed him down, until he was lying flat on the bed. She lifted up his legs and placed the nappy beneath them, pulling through his legs and up his crotch. She taped it snugly closed and smiled down at him.

"Isn't that better?"

"No," he sat up, blushing at the loud crinkling noise. "I want it off,"

"No can do, we don't want any accidents," she said reached for colourful pajama bottoms. She slipped them up his legs, covering up the nappy. Next came the shirt, and finally the socks.

"Don't you look cozy." She winked at a still blushing Harry, "Now if you'll follow me we have special storeroom where we keep all kinds of blankets and toys and you may pick out one or two items Mr. Potter."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "I don't need that stuff," he said defiantly.

Madam Pomfrey put her hands on her hips, giving him a stern look,

"March young man," she ordered not leaving room for argument. Harry gulped and stood up, trying to take small steps so the nappy wouldn't crinkle so much.

She lead them to a large storage room Harry's eyes going wide at the sheer amount of toys in the room. Snape could see the boy begin to take everything.

Harrys tood there afraid to move, he shouldn't be interested in this stuff.

Snape became exasperated gave him a shove towards one of the shelves and watched as Harry carefully walked up and began to examine each toy and stuffed animal, his brows creased in concentration.