Harry shifted uncomfortably, his nappy was wet, really wet. He hadn't told Daddy that he was wet yet. He really didn't want to, he still hated being changed.

Dinner last night was still playing through his mind. What was Ron thinking? Would he listen to his mum or would he be even more angry? Harry really hoped it was the former. He missed Ron a lot and Hermione.

Daddy had left him in the nasty playpen while he was brewing potions. Harry didn't like the playpen much. Daddy had given him a few toys to play with and Cesar, but he would much rather play with Daddy. He crawled to the edge of the playpen and pulled himself up, the bars going up to his tummy.

"Harry comes out now?" He asked Daddy.

Daddy was brewing a potion for the hospital wing, he did that a lot. His hair was tied back and his sleeves rolled up. It always made Harry smile when Daddy looked like this.

"Soon, baby boy. Daddy's very proud of you, you've been very patient,"

Harry preened under Daddy's praise. He loved when he was proud of him. Harry plopped back down, his nappy squishing unpleasantly beneath him. He played for a while, building towers and then smashing them down with a stuffed octopus named Bob. Finally Daddy came over to him and picked him up.

"How about we go for a walk hmm? I don't have class for another hour," Daddy said carrying him out of his private potions lab. Daddy took his hair tie out and rolled down his sleeves as he made his way to the front door. Harry was dressed in jean shorts and a cute dinosaur t-shirt. Daddy slipped on his shoes and put Harry down. He helped Harry with his shoes and socks.

"Are we bringing Cesar on our little expedition?" Daddy asked eyeing the stuffed turtle in Harry's arms.

Harry clutched Cesar tighter, "He's par' o' the family, Daddy, 'o course!" He said aghast that Daddy could suggest such a scandalous thing. Daddy chuckled and ruffled his hair. He opened the door and let Harry walk out first before shutting the door tightly behind them. Daddy led Harry through many corridors he had never seen before, pointing out all the cool paintings and explaining where they came from.

Harry happily walked next to Daddy swinging their hands. Daddy's hand was much bigger than Harry's. Harry tried to ignore the growing itchiness on his bum and bits. He knew he should have told Daddy about his nappy but now was too late.

They turned another corner and Harry stopped in surprise,

"G'yffindor Daddy," he said pointing to the painting of the fat lady less than ten feet away. Harry had never known that this hallway had existed before Daddy showed him.

"Yes it is Gryffindor, dove" Daddy sounded a bit smug as they walked towards the painting.

Harry stopped walking as the portait swung open revealing Neville.

"Hi Neville!" Harry called, he was happy to see one of his friends.

"Hallo, Harry," Neville said walking over to them. "Hello, Professor," he said politely to Daddy who nodded his head in greeting.

"We's on walk!" Harry told Neville.

"Wow, did you see anything interesting?" Neville asked, gesturing for them to continue walking. He fell into step beside Harry.

"Uh huh, Daddy show me cool paintin's and stuffs,"

"It sounds like you've had a very nice walk." Harry nodded.

"Neville?" Harry asked suddenly becoming shy.

"Yes?"

"We p'ay hide n seek?" He asked quietly looking at him through his fringe. He'd wanted to play hide and seek for a few days but it was no fun with just him and Daddy.

"I'd love to play hide and seek with you Harry!" Neville said his whole face breaking out into a grin.

"Yay! Daddy you p'ay too?" Harry asked bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly.

"One round, then I need to get back to the dungeons," Daddy answered.

"Deal," Harry said happily, "Daddy count an' we hide!"

Neville nodded and winked at Harry, as Daddy turned away from them and began to count, "One-"

Before Daddy could start on two Harry was off like a flash, he was really good at hide and seek. He had used to hide from Dudley and his gang.

Harry flew down the halls not paying attention to where he was going. He ran up staircases and turned lots of corners. Finally he had to stop running because his side was really hurting.

Harry looked around to find a spot to hide in and froze.

He had no idea where he was.

He turned around on the spot trying desperately to find something that looked familiar, but there was nothing. His breath started coming faster, what if he never found Daddy again? He clutched Cesar to him at least he had his trusty friend. His eyes welled up, he didn't like being alone.

Harry whimpered, what was he supposed to do? He couldn't remember which way he had come from. Harry walked to the wall and sat down with his back to it. There weren't even any paintings here to talk to. Tears cascaded down his face, what if he was stuck here for forever? What if Daddy didn't even look for him? Once he had gotten lost and Aunt Petunia hadn't bothered to look for him...

Harry then got angry at himself. He was Seventeen for Merlin's sake! He should get up and go find Daddy, but...he was also just a little boy. Harry whimpered again, he hated when his headspaces clashed. He curled up tighter, and buried her face in Cesar.

Harry didn't know how long he sat there. It felt like it had been at least two hours. His bum and privates felt like they were on fire, every time he shifted he cried out in pain. He needed his Daddy!

Harry began to cry louder he couldn't stay quiet anymore, he was really scared.

"P'ease D-daddy," he sobbed. "Fin' Harry s-s-s-soon,"

"Harry don' wan' be 'lone,"

Harry cried and cried, his throat getting all scratchy and his eyes burning.

Finally he heard footsteps fast approaching. Harry scrambled up, more tears welling up at the pain in his bum.

"Daddy!" He called, as he toddled forward, every step agony.

"Harry?" Harry stopped, that wasn't Daddy's voice.

"'Fessor Skeeter?" he asked.

"Harry! Thank goodness!" Professor Skeeter turned a corner and came into view. His blonde curls were in disarray, his yellow robes wrinkled.

"Your father has the entire staff out searching for you! You've been gone for three hours," he said hurrying forward. He put his hands on Harry's tear stained face.

Harry stared at him wide eyed, Daddy was looking for him?

"Are you okay? You must be very scared, come I'll take you to your Daddy," He took Harry's hand and led him down the hall walking too fast for Harry.

Harry held in his whimpers, walking so fast was making his bum hurt even more, he just wanted his Daddy.

Professor Skeeter led him through unfamiliar halls and stairwells, never slowing down. Harry was quietly crying behind him afraid to ask him to slow down. They started to hear lots of voices as they turned another corner.

"I don't care if you have already checked there, go check again! I need to find him!" they heard Daddy yell. "He could be hurt! He probably thinks that we forgot about him."

"Where would he go Severus?" That was Professor Mcgonagall.

"I don't know, I just hope he's alright, he gets nervous being alone," Daddy sounded really sad now.

"Severus!" Professor Skeeter called once they were in view, there were lots of teachers standing around, Daddy who looked frazzled and angry. His hair was all messy and his robes were creased and wrinkled.

"Not now, Skeeter I have bigger issues than- Harry!" Daddy ran forward and pulled Harry into his arms, squeezing him tightly. Harry began sobbing all over again, he had been so scared.

Daddy pulled back and began to feel Harry for any injuries, "Are you alright?"

"Harry was losted Daddy,"

"I know, baby,"

Harry nodded, whimpering as Daddy's hand brushed his nappy.

"Harry? Does something hurt?"

"M-my bum, Daddy," he said, hiccuping.

"Your bum?" Daddy pulled back the waistband of his shorts and checked his nappy gasping as he caught sight of the angry rash on his skin. Harry blushed, a lot of teachers had just seen Daddy check his nappy.

"Harry, that looks awful, how long have you been hurting?" Daddy asked, his eyebrows creased.

"Since 'fore da walk…" Harry said quietly, afraid Daddy would be mad.

"Why didn't you tell me you were wet, Harry?" Daddy said, upset.

"I didn't wanna,"

"Oh Harry," Daddy picked him up careful not to put pressure on his sore bum. Professor Skeeter had stood quietly by.

"Thank you for finding Harry, I am in your debt." Daddy said reaching out a hand to shake Professor Skeeter's.

"Anytime Severus, I hope to see Harry soon," he said giving Harry a sympathetic smile.

"Fanks," Harry said quietly, rubbing his face with Cesar for comfort.

"Let's go get you cleaned up baby," Daddy said beginning to walk away.

"Wait, Professor Snape! I know of a potion that will help," Professor Skeeter called catching up with them and walking towards the dungeons.

Daddy raised an eyebrow as Daddy followed him, kissing Harry on his head. "Were you very scared my Harry?" Daddy said loud enough for Harry to hear.

"Uh huh, Daddy, Harry cried and cried," he told him sadly. Harry buried his nose in Daddy's shoulder breathing in his scent. Daddy smelled like vanilla and soap, it was a comforting smell.

"I'm sorry little one, Daddy was very worried when he couldn't find you. I got all of the teachers to search for you."

Harry gave him a kiss on the cheek, "fanks, Daddy,"

They reached the front door and Daddy unlocked it. Professor Skeeter looked around curiously, taking everything in.

Daddy didn't put down Harry, he stood there holding him, lightly swaying. Harry thought that Daddy had been very scared when he was lost.

Professor Skeeter turned to them, "I'm sure you have it in your stores, will you take me to them?"

"Of course," Daddy said swiftly leading him to his private lab and letting him in. Professor Skeeter began to riffle through the shelves, reading labels and then shaking his head mutely and putting the bottles back. After fifteen minutes, he smiled and held out a bottle to them.

"Liberceps Potion, it will clear the rash within a few days, healing the skin and all the scars,"

Harry whimpered; a few days?

"That's a potion to clean iron, not a rash. And a few days? Is there nothing that can heal him faster?" Daddy said, looking from him to Harry.

"I'm sorry, I don't believe so, not for this specific thing anyway. It can double, most use it for rashes."

"How would a Neutral know?" Daddy asked suspiciously.

"My cousins a little and I've babysat her a few times," he explained.

"Ah," Daddy took the cream from him. "Thank you," Daddy gestured to the door and walked him out. Harry lying quietly in his arms.

Daddy closed the door behind him and carried him to the nursery. Daddy lay him down on the change table,

"Okay baby boy, I'm going to change you and get you all clean,"

"C'eam?"

"Yes, Daddy needs to use the cream, but if you're good I'll give you a treat," Daddy bargained as he pulled down his shorts. Daddy gave him a dummy. Harry sucked on it nervously, he was scared that cleaning him was going to hurt more.

Daddy untaped his nappy and sucked in a breath. "Oh dove, I'm so sorry,"

Daddy carefully removed the nappy from him, Harry whined when it brushed against his raw skin.

"Daddy will try to do this quickly,"

Harry tried to stay still as Daddy gently wiped off his bum and privates, but it burned! Harry mewled loudly, "Hurts, Daddy!"

"I know, I know,"

Daddy finally stopped wiping him, Harry felt like the cleaning had made it worse. He was crying again.

"No c'eam, Daddy, p'ease?" Harry gave Daddy a puppy look, pouting his bottom lip and making his eyes big.

"I'm sorry little one, but Daddy has to put it on, you want it to heal don't you?"

"But can heal with no c'eam," Harry said, batting his eyes

"You're very cute, but I need to put it on,"

Harry pouted, he didn't want no cream on his bum. He squeezed his eyes shut as Daddy's cream covered hand came closer. Daddy smeared the cream liberally, all over his bum, bits and upper thighs. It was actually quite soothing it made the burn go away.

Harry made sure to tell him, "Burn go bye bye Daddy!"

"It did?" Daddy sounded relieved.

"Yeah!"

"I'm glad to hear that baby," Daddy finished with the cream and wiped his hands clean. He taped up the new nappy and sat Harry up, in just a t-shirt and a nappy.

"Now how about that treat?"