Harry cuddled closer to Daddy, it was bedtime and Daddy was rocking him in his rocking chair. He had just finished his yummy bottle. Daddy was reading him a story about a kite that got caught in a tree, it was one of his new books. Harry wasn't really listening to the story, he liked to lie against Daddy's chest and feel it rumble as he talked.

"The end...Harry?" Daddy whispered, shifting Harry to see his face.

"I 'wake Daddy," he said tiredly, rubbing his blankie along his nose.

"My sleepy boy," Daddy chuckled softly, he kissed him on the forehead and stood up with Harry in his arms. He gently laid him down in the crib, pulling the railing up and locking it in place.

"Goodnight baby boy," Daddy said beginning to walk out, the light shutting off.

"G'night Daddy, love you," Harry said turning over on his tummy. He faintly heard Daddy pause, "I love you to, Harry," Daddy whispered, his voice shaking a little. Harry smiled as he let himself drift off to sleep.

…..

"NO! Not goin' Daddy! No no no!" Harry screamed stamping his foot.

"Harry James! That is not how we speak to Daddy. We do not screech at Daddy," He said sternly, giving Harry his scary eyes.

"No Daddy! I's not sc'eechin' I's speakin' firmly!" Harry said crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at Daddy.

"Are you now?" Daddy asked wryly.

Daddy wanted to take Harry to gryffindor tower to see his friends, it was Wednesday and so far Harry had succeeded in avoiding them. But today Daddy had decided that after classes Harry had to go and say hi.

"Yeah Daddy! I's not goin'. Harry stay here and play wif Daddy!" He smiled up at Daddy giving him big eyes.

"That is not going to work today, come here," Daddy crooked a finger at him.

"Not Daddy," he said, standing his ground. He was dressed and ready to go but he had not left the nursery yet.

"Harry…" Daddy warned.

"No no no, Daddy wrong."

"Alright, I've tried to be patient but I see now that you need me to be firm, over my lap." Daddy didn't sound mad anymore, just disappointed. Daddy conjured up an armless chair.

"No spankin's Daddy" Harry pouted, his hands creeping to cover his nappy clad bum.

"Harry, do not make me come and get you," Daddy folded his hands in his lap.

Harry's heart beat fast, Daddy meant business but he didn't want a spanking! He just didn't want to see anyone except Daddy! Maybe he could-

"One…" Daddy started to count.

Harry ran over stopping in front of him, looking down ashamed. He hated being spanked.

Daddy was silent as he stripped him of his shorts and nappy, positioning him across his lap.

Harry clutched Daddy's pant leg, starting to sniffle. "I's sorry Daddy,"

"I think you're sorry because I'm upset with you but I don't think you are sorry for your behaviour," Daddy said. "I want you to understand Harry. Daddy is spanking you because of the way you acted, if you don't want to something talk to Daddy, don't throw a tantrum." He explained gently.

"I did!" Harry said sadly.

"You yelled at Daddy it's not nice to yell at Daddy baby,"

He began spanking Harry, alternating between his bum and upper thighs thoroughly covering the area. Harry cried and wailed, kicking his legs and trying to wiggle away.

Daddy held him tight, his hand always meeting it's mark.

"Daddeeeeee," Harry cried, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

"Are you going to be a good boy?" Daddy asked punctuating each word with a slap.

"Yes, p'ease Daddy. Harry be good boy."

"Alright, Harry," Daddy finally stopped spanking and stood him up too face him. "Oh look at that sad face," Daddy said pulling out a cloth to clean his face. He gently wiped away his tears and cleaned his nose.

"Daddy still mad?"

"No, dove, Daddy's not mad anymore come here," He opened his arms and engulfed him in a warm hug. Harry snuggled into Daddy, he just wanted to cuddle all day, was that so bad?

"Daddy knows you're scared but this is good for you Harry, don't you miss your friends?"

"But they don' like me no more…" Harry trailed off his voice cracking.

"They need to understand, then I think they will be okay," Daddy explained rubbing his back.

Daddy redressed him, and took his hand leading him out of the nursery. They had decided to leave Cesar at home, Harry didn't want them thinking he was a baby, he was a big boy! Harry had seen Daddy slip a dummy into his robe pocket, but he didn't mention it. Harry was quiet as Daddy put his shoes on and wrapped a warm cloak around his shoulders.

The walk through the castle was silent neither Daddy nor Harry speaking. They passed groups of students hurrying through the hall to the library and other hang outs. Many of them stopped to wave and smile at Harry, Harry blushed and would sometimes wave back at them.

They reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and Harry pulled his hand away from Daddy's. "P'ease Daddy, another day," Harry pleaded.

"Harry, we've talked about this, trust Daddy," he gave her the password and the portrait swung open. Daddy stepped inside and waited for Harry to do the same. Harry gingerly climbed in, biting his lip.

"Hallo Harry!" it was Neville, he was sitting in one of the best chairs in front of the fireplace, a textbook open in his lap.

"Hi," Harry said shyly, hiding half his body behind Daddy.

"Do you want to come sit with me?"

Harry looked up at Daddy, who nodded at him encouragingly. Harry shyly shuffled over and sat himself in the chair next to Neville. That was when he first looked around, there were two third years sitting in one of the corners but they paid him no attention, they kept shooting fearful glances at Daddy. A few fifth years were sitting a little away from them playing an intense game of exploding snap.

"I haven't seen you in a few days, how have you been Harry?"

Harry turned back to Neville playing with the hem of his t-shirt. "Good, I coloured wif Daddy," he said blushing at his imperfect speech.

"Wow, what did you colour? Will you colour me a picture?" Neville asked smiling at him.

"Coloured me an' Daddy an Harry was playin' qui'tch!" Harry said happily. He missed playing, he wondered if he could get Daddy to let him fly….

"That's very cool Harry, do you have fun with your Daddy?"

Harry nodded happily, he loved his Daddy. He grimaced and shifted onto his knees, it hurt to sit on his freshly spanked bum.

"Is that Harry I see?" Harry whipped his head around, it was Professor Skeeter. He was the new head of house for Gryffindor. He was coming down the spiral stairecase.

"Hi!" Harry called, he liked him.

"I was wondering when I would get to see you again, how are you doin' squirt?" He asked ruffling Harry's hair affectionately.

"Good, I came wif Daddy, look" He pointed to Daddy who was still standing by the portait hole, giving Harry some time with his friends.

"Hello, Professor Snape, how are you doing?" Professor Skeeter asked walking over to shake his hand.

"I am doing well thank you…..and yourself?"

"I'm great, especially since I got to see Harry," he smiled back at him.

Harry smiled and turned back to Neville, "Neville?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah Harry?" Neville leaned in whispering.

"Are Ron and He'mione mad at me?"

"Oh Harry," Neville sighed rubbing a hand through his hair, "I don't think they're mad, I just think that they are a little confused. And maybe jealous that now you spend most of your time with your Daddy. Which is okay and it's what you want that matters not them Harry, right?"

"Right…." Harry said furrowing his eyebrows.

"Give them time Harry," Neville advised. Harry nodded and slipped off the chair, Professor Skeeter had left and Daddy was waiting for him.

"I wanna go Daddy," he said reaching to be picked up.

"You're done visiting?" Daddy asked picking him up.

"Uh huh Daddy," Harry said laying his head on his shoulder.

He turned his head, "bye Neville!" Harry called.

"Bye, Harry come back soon, we miss you!" Neville called.

"Well then I think it is high time you payed Molly and Arthur a visit," Daddy said carrying him out of Gryffindor Tower.

"What? No Daddy," Harry said panicked.

"Harry they have owled me at least four times in the past two days, Ronald did not tell them the results, only that you were tested. They are threatening to come here,"

Harry bit his lip, "I'm losin' everyone so quick," He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as tears began to fall.

"No baby, please don't cry. I don't think they will cause a problem, two of their sons are guardians, Fred and Charlie remember?"

"Okay Daddy," Harry whispered, he braced himself for losing the only two adults he had left.