Harry and Daddy sat in the great hall all throughout breakfast. Harry stayed hidden in Daddy's chest. He knew that most of the voices he could hear must have been talking about him and still Harry could not bring himself to look up. Finally breakfast ended and Daddy stood up with Harry in his arms. The hall grew deadly silent as Daddy stalked down the main aisle, Harry's face hidden from view. Everyone was watching them with curious eyes. Harry wondered if Ron and Hermione were there watching to or if they had already spread the word around.

They left the hall and Daddy turned down towards the dungeons when someone called his name.

"Professor Snape!" It was a man's voice.

Daddy slowly turned around his robes swirling behind him.

"Yes?"

Harry peeked up, curious as to who it was. It was Mr. Skeeter. Harry went stiff, his hands clutching at Daddy's robes, would he threaten them? Or would he laugh as he shows them the front page with a picture of Harry shopping with Daddy?

"Professor Snape, so glad I could catch you. And you must be Harry!" He said leaning down to try and catch Harry's eye. Harry blushed and hid his face.

"You don't want to say hi to me?" Mr. Skeeter asked, his voice softer.

Harry shook his head, 'no' waiting to see what the man would do. Daddy was watching the exchange, his face impassive.

"Alright, I had hoped that maybe we could be friends if that's alright with you?" Mr. Skeeter asked, his voice still gentle.

Harry moved his head a bit, enough to let one bright green eye peep out, Mr. Skeeter was leaning down a kind expression on his young face. "'eal frie'ds?" Harry asked shyly, squeezing Cesar for comfort. His speech came out a bit garbled because of the dummy in his mouth.

"Yes, real friends, I'll even play with you, how's that?" He asked, a smile on his face.

Harry thought about it for a moment and then shook his head quickly, giggling. Mr. Skeeter pouted and put a hand over his heart, "Well, you have just broken my heart Harry! I shall have to leave Hogwarts and go cry,"

Harry stopped giggling his eyes going wide, "I hurted 'ou Misters Skeeter?" he asked his voice slightly panicked.

"No no Harry he was only joking," Daddy explained running a calming hand down his back.

"Oh,"

"Was that a real no?" Mr. Skeeter asked.

Harry smiled, and shook his head 'no', nuzzling his nose on Daddy's shoulder happy he had made a new friend.

Mr. Skeeter woohooed, and clapped happily. "Well Professor Snape I hope to be seeing you and Harry around soon, good day," he tipped off an invisible hat and marched off a bounce in his step.

Daddy began walking towards the dungeons again, muttering about silly teachers as he went.

"I wike 'im Daddy." Harry said happily swinging his legs on either side of Daddy.

"Is that so?" Daddy asked a sardonic grin on his face.

"Uh huh so no scarin' 'im off!" Harry said pressing afinger on Daddy's nose, making serious eyes at him.

"Ah, you are quite serious about this I see, oh well, I guess I'll put away the vampire fangs and fake blood for someone else…" Daddy said sighing sadly. Harry giggled, his Daddy was silly.

He rested his head on his shoulder, once again becoming worried about sitting class with Daddy. He wished he could stay in their rooms but Daddy had said he didn't want to leave him alone for so long.

Harry hid his face as Daddy shoved open the classroom door, it banged into the stone wall behind him making a deafening thud. Everyone was silent as Daddy came to the front of the room sneer on his face. He looked as menacing as ever even with Harry clinging to his chest.

"Instructions are on the board, I expect all of you to have completed the potion by the end of class, begin." Daddy went over to his desk and sat down in his big chair. He flicked his wand at the board, his spidering writing beginning to cover it.

"Would you like to come out of there Harry? You must be getting a quite hot," Daddy said his voice very quiet.

Harry shook his head. Although Daddy was right he was rather hot, he felt a bit of sweat gather by his hairline.

"Are you sure? I have some wonderful crayons and parchment here but if you really don't want to…" Daddy trailed off, shuffling something on his desk.

Harry peeked out, his heart beating madly as he surveyed the classroom stealthily. Mostly everyone was focusing on their potion except every few minutes someone would glance up at him and then quickly look away. They must have been fourth years. Harry sucked in a big breath he wasn't a gryffindor for nothing, and brought his head up a blush crawling up his face.

Daddy gave him a small smirk which Harry knew was really meant to be a smile and turned him too face the class. Harry shoved Cesar under the desk and yanked his dummy out, his cheeks flaring brighter as he kept his gaze firmly on the desk below.

"Harry," Daddy spoke quietly in his ear, "No one is looking at you, if they do, they care only to see the instructions on the board. They have all seen littles before, you are not the first and you will not be the last."

Harry toyed with the dummy under the desk, he really wanted it but he was so embarrassed to suck on it in front of everyone. He looked up through his fringe no one was watching except one girl towards the back a smile on her face when they made eye contact. She gave him a big thumbs up and went back to stirring her potion. Harry raised his eyebrows, was everyone really that okay with it?

He carefully lifted the dummy up keeping a close eye on the students, he slipped it into his mouth not yet daring to suck, no one looked up. He began to suck on it, not a single person seemed to care. Harry allowed himself a small smile, this wasn't so bad.

Daddy placed a box of crayons in front of him and a stack of clean parchment.

"Will you draw me a picture Harry?" He asked.

Harry nodded, and looked down this would take all of his concentration it needed to be perfect for Daddy.

He pulled out a few crayons and worked on his masterpiece, no longer noticing the students.

Two hours had gone by, Harry furiously scribbling away oblivious to the world.

"Times up! Potions on my desk." Daddy said, making Harry jump in fright. He stared around wide eyed, had it really been two whole hours?

He looked down at his picture and decided it was the best it was gonna get, he signed his name in purple crayon at the bottom and shyly held it up to Daddy. Daddy took it while glaring at each student who came up, hurriedly dropping the potion bottle on his desk and then scurrying away.

He turned back to Harry, "what's this?"

"Dis me and you, I on broom tryin' to catch 'nitch and 'ous chee'ing Harry. Do 'ou wike it?" He asked suddenly afraid Daddy would hate it.

Daddy looked at him with warm eyes, "No, dove, I love it," he said, loud enough for only Harry to hear "May I hang it on the cupboard in the kitchen?"

Harry stared at him for a moment, his tummy doing a flip Aunt Petunia used to always put up Dudley's drawing but she said Harry's were never good enough for the fridge. Daddy didn't have a fridge but this was just as good.

"Harry?" Daddy asked, sounding slightly worried

"Yesh! P'ease Daddy," he said, suddenly bursting with happiness.

Daddy ran a hand through his hair, "Anything for you, my Harry,"