Snape nudged him off his lap, and stood up. He turned to Harry,

"I will be retiring to my rooms for the evening….would you like to come with me?" he sounded uncomfortable.

"Where am I gonna live?" Harry wondered aloud.

Snape was quiet for a long moment, "you can live in the dungeons with me, if that is acceptable…?"

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, taking in the man's awkward stance.

"Would I offer if I was not sure?" Snape snapped.

Harry cringed, "sorry sir,"

Snape sighed, "No...I should not have snapped, I apologize,"

"It's okay,"

Snape nodded at him and then began to quickly walk to the door.

"We're going now?" Harry asked alarmed.

"Why would we stay any longer?"

"But I'm wearing little kid clothes." Harry said bugging out. There was no way he was walking around the castle in kiddle pjs.

"Yes, because you are a little. Get it through your thick skull." Snape whirled around and left, leaving Harry to follow.

Harry stared at the open door. He couldn't walk through the hall like this. But then Snape would be mad at him and change his mind about being his Daddy…. Harry swore as he rushed to follow Snape. He nearly bumped into him as he ran out the doors. The man had been waiting on the outside, his arms crossed.

"You are seventeen years old as you keep reminding us all, stop caring about what others think." he stalked away leaving a gaping Harry staring after him.

…...

They walked through the castle in silence. Harry thankfully had not seen anyone, even though it was the weekend. He had thought about what he was going to do and had come up with a plan. He had decided that he would stay for one day just to see what it's like and then he would run away and be an adult.

Snape was walking quickly down the corridors, using passages and stairways Harry had never seen. He was excited and nervous. Everyone thought Snape lived in a dungeon with dark, dank rooms and a coffin for a bed. He giggled at the thought of Snape sleeping in a coffin and banging his head each morning when he went to get up.

"What has you laughing?" Snape asked as he stalked across the castle.

"Nofin'" Harry stopped giggling, where had tha come from? He had never had a problem speaking before and now suddenly his speech was getting more regressed.

"Hmmm"

He stopped walking and Harry looked around, they were deep in the dungeons, there weren't even any paintings down here, only bare stone wall.

Snape walked up to the wall and placed his hand on it murmuring something that didn't sound english. Harry's eyes widened as a golden outline of a door appeared and it swung open into a warm living room. Snape walked inside and stood in the doorway letting Harry get a good look around.

Well it wasn't a dungeon, and there weren't any coffins lying about. There was a big fire place on the same wall as the door, a fire dancing merrily in the grate. Opposite the fireplace was a big long maroon couch with a soft blanket tossed over one of the arms there were two arm chairs on either side of it and small round wooden table in the middle. The floors were stone with rugs all around. There was a kitchen with the bare minimum in it to the right, along with a table and four chairs. To the left were big bookcases lining the walls, crammed with books. In the middle of the bookcase was a big wooden door and a few feet down another, Harry wondered where they led to. He would need to do some exploring.

The place immediately made him feel welcome,he held Cesar and his blankie taking in his new home. He looked up at Snape who was watching him with hooded eyes.

"C-can I sit? Please?" He asked shyly, he still did not believe that he was Snape's little for forever, he knew that eventually he wouldn't want him anymore so he made sure to stay extra polite.

"Come here, Harry," Snape crooked a finger at him and and leaned down to Harry's level. Harry shuffled over, nervous about what he wanted. Once they were face to face Snape began talking,

"This is your home now as much as mine, you do not need to ask to sit, I want you to feel comfortable here." Snape was talking in that soft voice Harry liked, where his voice went all smooth and rumbly.

"But wha' 'bout when you don't wan' me no more?" Harry asked his eyes sad, he couldn't bring himself to care about his speech at the moment.

"Is that what you think? That one day I'll just toss you out like yesterday's Prophet?" At Harry's sad nod Snape sighed and scooped Harry up off the floor, murmuring a weightless charm over him.

Harry squeaked as he picked up.

"Harry I will never toss you out, we are….family now." He said sincerely, looking him in the eye.

Harry stared at him, not believing him. Snape tickled Harry on his tummy making him giggle and squirm

"Nooooo Snape! Ti-tickles, hahaha P'ease!" He begged out of breath and finally he stopped.

"Are you still sad?"

"No" Harry shook his head and waited for Snape to put him down.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"You know that I call you Harry instead of Potter now, correct?"

"Yeah…" Harry wasn't sure where this was going.

"Well...I was," Snape took a deep breath, "I was wondering if you would call me Daddy instead of Snape."

Harry stared at him for a moment, his heart fluttering. He realized that he wanted to, but he was way too old to call him Daddy...But he had asked him to. Harry's face broke into a smile, "Yeah D-daddy,"

Snape smiled, his black eyes lighting up. Harry decided he wanted the man to smile like that all the time. Daddy gently let him down.

His feet hit the floor and he toddled over to the couch, his diaper crinkling loudly in the quiet room. He sat himself down and cuddled with Cesar and blankie rubbing blankie against his cheek. He watched silently as Daddy spoke to the air.

"Dinky, I am in need of your assistance."

Harry watched as a house elf popped into the room bowing low in front of Daddy, its bat like ears touching the floor.

"Hows can Dinky help Master Severus?" it's voice was high and squeaky, Harry thought it looked more like a boy than a girl.

"I will need a crib, bedding for the crib for my...son, Harry." Snape gestured to Harry his eyes warm as they landed on Harry who was suckling on the corner of his blankie watching his Daddy with wide eyes. He had called him his son. Harry turned away as his eyes burned, but these were happy tears.

The elf clapped his hands "Oh we's so happy for yous Master Severus finally has a little boy of his own!"

The elf smiled at Harry and then turned back to Snape "I will have all of the things ready for you very soon Master." The elf bowed again and popped away.

Daddy walked over to him and gently took the blanket out of his mouth "Wait for a dummy." Harry pouted but listened to his Daddy he didn't want to get punished on his first day.

"I'll be right back," Daddy said walking away, disappearing down the hall. Harry heard a door close. This was his chance. He listened for a minute to make sure he wasn't coming, and then slid off the couch.

He tiptoed past it and reached out a hand towards the first door his heart beating fast he was so curious as to what was inside it.

He was jerked back by the waistband of his pants, he landed with an 'oof' in Daddy's lap "Where do you think you're going, little boy?"

"No-nowhere Daddy?" he wiggled and found that Daddy still had a firm grip on his pants and wasn't letting go.

"Is that a question or an answer?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. Harry couldn't tell if Daddy was joking or not.

"Answer, sir." He said keeping his eyes low.

"Look at me Harry," Harry cautiously looked up afraid Daddy was mad at him.

"I leave for a minute and already you are into trouble," Daddy said the side of his mouth quirking up a bit.

Harry nodded mutely, biting his lip. Was Daddy going to punish him?

Daddy shook his head, "Would you like to see the rest of the rooms?"

"Yeah, please"

Snape shifted Harry to his hip and stood up, murmuring a weightless charm. He walked to the first door and opened it, it was his office, the one where Harry had had his awful occlumency lessons. Harry scrunched up his nose at the room, there were no fond memories there. Daddy chuckled quietly at his face and closed the door, the hinges creaking. He went over to the next door and Harry looked inside, it was a potions lab!

"This is my own private lab Harry," he turned Harry's face to him, giving him a hard look, Harry knew he meant business "You are never to go in here when I am not with you understood?"

"Yes Daddy, I won't go in,"

"Good boy Harry." Harry's insides warmed when Daddy said that, he had never been anyones good boy, a big grin broke out on his face he was a good boy!

"Can I see Daddy?" He asked pointing to all of the bottles full of done potions along one of the shelves.

"Don't touch anything." He gently put Harry down and walked with him to the shelf, letting Harry look around.

His Daddy had so many different potions, ones he had never even heard of. There was ones to clean your nostrils of buggers this made Harry giggle he knew a few people who could really use it.

"Come let's leave."

Harry held his hands out looking up shyly at him, the first few times he had been held, Snape had been the one to initiate it.

Daddy looked at him and lifted him up, rubbing his nose against Harry's. Harry giggled, and bopped his nose back.

"What would you like to do?" Snape asked, walking out of the room.

"Uhhhhhh I don' know." Harry shrugged and pulled Cesar up to his face rubbing it along his cheek.

"What ab-"

There was a loud crack and the house elf appeared again, carrying a bunch of tiny little items in his hands "Goods afternoon Master Severus, Master Harry I has gotten everything yous has asked for." The elf squeaked, bowing low.

"Thank you, his nursery is the first door over there." Daddy pointed to a closed door right off the kitchen. The elf bowed again and walked over, closing the door behind him.

He had a nursery? Harry felt his face spread into a smile, his Daddy was the best.

Harry realized he was happy about having something so babyish and immediately squashed down the feeling. He was seventeen! Not a baby, he didn't need to be held or have a nursery. He pushed out of Daddy's arms almost falling but catching himself at just the last second.

"Harry?" Daddy asked, concerned he had just leapt out of his arms.

"I'm not little so I won't be needing a nursery and I certainly don't need to be held like a child, thank you Professor but I must be going now."

Harry stepped around Snape, Cesar and his blankie still clutched in his arms. He went marching to the door his nappy crinkling, he was going to rip it off as soon as he was free of Snape.

Harry pulled on the doorknob but it wouldn't budge, turning around he stamped his foot

"Open this door right now!" he demanded.

"Is that how you talk to Daddy young man?" Harry heard the warning in his voice so he steeled himself, putting his hands on his hips.

"Where do you think you're going?" Snape was raising an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth as turning up.

"I'm leavin' I don't need a Daddy!" He said turning his chin up to look bigger.

"Oh, you make the rules now do you?" He still sounded amused, Harry didn't think he was getting it.

"I'm not coming back Da-Snape I'm a big boy," with that he turned and grabbed the handle again motioning to it with his other hand "You need to open it Daddy," he said talking like Daddy was really stupid.

"Ah, well then I'll just take Cesar and your blanket and I'll happily open the door." Daddy held out a hand, a smug look on his face.

Harry looked down at Cesar, he couldn't give away his best friend! Who would keep him warm but blankie? He needed them!

"No Daddy I needs them" He shook his head "Sorry Daddy."

"But I thought big boys don't need stuffies and blankies?"

Harry felt his stomach drop, Daddy was right he didn't some dumb stuffie, he looked down at Cesar, he looked back at Harry sadly, his black button eyes filling with tears as Harry contemplated giving him up for his freedom.

Harry felt so torn, he wanted to keep Cesar and bankie but he also wanted to be a big boy and big boys don't need dumb baby things.

"You're makin' Cesar cry!" He said glaring at Daddy.

Daddy looked at him and then at Cesar "I see, and why is he sad?"

Harry looked to the turtle expecting answer, but then he caught himself, what was he doing? Stuffed animals don't talk and they certainly don't have feelings! He squeezed his hands hard, his eyes burning, this was all so confusing.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you, come here."

Daddy held out his arms Harry really wanted to run into them and get a big hug. He realized he was crying he let out a sob and ran forward blindly. Daddy picked him up and cuddled him close.

"Oh I know it's confusing and scary, just let it happen, no one is mad at you. It will make you happy, don't you want to be happy?"

"Bu-but I'm too big! I shouldn't want this stuff!" he sobbed into his shoulder wiping his running nose on the black robes.

"It's alright Harry, everyone needs different things and this is what you need it is not something to be ashamed of." Daddy said close to his ear a hand rubbing circles in his back.

"But Ron and the newspapers" Harry whimpered out needing his Daddy to reassure him.

"If Mr. Weasley doesn't accept you for who you are then he was never your real friend to begin with and don't think about the press, they do not matter at all who cares what some reporter says?"

"I guess" Harry sniffed and rubbed his cheek against the wool robes, the scratchy material slowly calming him.

"How about we go out and get some nice clothes and toys for your nursery?"

"Leave Hogwarts?" Harry asked slightly alarmed.

"Yes Diagon Alley has some lovely shops for littles."

"In public?"

"Yes Harry in public," Daddy shook his head, exasperated and began to walk forward grabbing a cloak from the wrack next to the door.

"But people will see and make fun…" Harry said nervously.

"Leave them to me."