Harry brought the sippy cup to his lips and sucked hard to get some apple juice out. He put it back down on the table and reached for the purple crayon. He was colouring a picture of him and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley playing. He hoped he could give it to them soon.

Harry was in his high chair while Daddy marked papers at the kitchen table.

There was a knock on the door. Daddy looked up from his papers, and glanced at the door. He got up and ran a hand down Harry's soft cheek smiling softly as he passed.

Daddy opened the door, just wide enough for him to see out.

"Is there a particular reason you are here with her?" he heard Daddy sneer. He wondered who it was.

"Yeah, we came to visit Harry," it was Neville. Harry clapped his hands excitedly.

"Neville!" Harry called to him, impatient.

Daddy sighed and said something really low to them that Harry couldn't hear. He opened the door wider and Harry froze. Hermione was with Neville. She was blushing and avoiding looking at Daddy. Harry shyly looked at her not sure why she was here.

He couldn't stop himself looking behind her, hoping Ron had come to be friends again, but he wasn't there.

Daddy came over and lifted out of his highchair, placing on the floor. Harry stared at them for a minute before plotting over to the couch and plopping down patting the seat next to him for them. He figured Hermione hadn't yelled yet and she didn't look angry so maybe she was okay with Harry being a little.

Neville and Hermione came over Hermione sitting next to him on the couch while Neville sat in an armchair.

"Hello, Harry," Hermione said gently, like he was a scared corner animal.

"Hi," Harry said quietly, looking down at his lap.

"Oh Harry! I'm sorry!" Hermione cried as she surged forward and wrapped him up in a hug. Harry sat there stunned for a moment, before he too started crying.

"I t'ought you'd never be Harry's f'iend 'gain!" he sobbed, hugging her tightly.

"I'm sorry," she said sniffling and pulling back to\ look at him. "I've missed you Harry," she said giving him a watery smile.

"Harry misses He'mione,"

"I was confused, you know I didn't grow up with this stuff, and I had been listening to Ron make fun of Little's since we were eleven...Honestly I don't have a good excuse but I had hoped you could forgive me…?" she looked at him nervously, tugging on a strand of her bushy hair.

"Course!" Harry said, wanting his friend back more than anything.

"Thank you Harry!" she said wiping away a of stray tears.

"That was very good of you Harry," Neville said, reminding them that he was there.

Harry blushed and looked down, he liked getting praise.

They all sat there for a few minutes. Harry was oblivious to the awkwardness in the room, too happy that he had his friend back.

"How about you show them some of your toys, Harry?" Daddy suggested. He had stayed in the kitchen, giving Harry some 'alone' time with his friends. He had gone back to marking but every so often glanced at at them keeping an eye on Harry.

"K' Daddy," Harry said hopping off the couch. He winced when his nappy brushed against his rash, it still really hurt. He took Hermione's hand and grabbed Neville's, leading them to his nursery.

"This is Harry's nursery," he said proudly, showing off a bit.

Hermione gasped as she stared around in wonder. Neville smiled as he saw the all of the books and toys.

"You have a lot of toys," Neville remarked, peering into the open toy chest.

"Yeah, I has the bestest Daddy ever," Harry smiled. He toddled over to the chest and reached in grabbing his train set.

"C'we p'ay t'ains?" Harry asked sweetly.

"Sure!" Hermione said enthusiastically. Neville nodded and sat down on the carpeted floor. Harry and Hermione followed suit, sitting cross legged in a circle.

Harry opened the box and tipped it over, spilling all of it's contents on the floor. Hermione and Neville both reached for the tracks, while Harry grabbed the train.

"Do you like trains?" Hermione asked. She and Neville were clicking together all the tracks making a weirdly shaped train track.

"Uh huh, Daddy p'ays with Harry and we p'ay 'ogwarts," Harry said having finally gotten all of the trains cars attached. He put on the conductor's hat that came with it and blew the whistle.

"Wooo woooo! T'ain comin!" Harry yelled, placing it on the tracks. Harry pushed the train across the tracks, making little chugging noises.

"Harry you want to see something cool?" Neville asked pulling out his wand.

Harry nodded, watching Neville with wide eyes. Neville smiled at him and waved his wand over the train. The train came to life, blowing the miniature whistle and zooming down the tracks by itself.

Harry clapped excitedly, "Woah!"

Hermione laughed along with Neville at Harry's excitement.

They played trains for a while, Neville and Hermione enjoying themselves just as much as an hour, Hermione stood up,

"I think it's time we went back Harry," she said, helping him up off the floor.

"Awww," Harry said, becoming sad. He rubbed his eyes, trying to get the sting away.

"Don't be sad Harry. We'll come back soon, we promise. Don't we Hermione?" Neville said trying to keep Harry from crying.

Harry sniffled, "Okay." He walked to Hermione and gave her another hug resting his chin on her shoulder. "F'anks for comin' back," he whispered before letting go.

She smiled and nodded at him. He turned and gave Neville a shy hug.

"F'anks for comin," he said and led them out of the nursery.

Daddy was still sitting at the kitchen table, his face sneering down at the paper in front of him. He grumbled as he corrected something in red ink.

"Thank you for having us, Professor," Hermione said, standing by the door with Neville.

"My pleasure," Daddy said, slightly sarcastic. He waved them away and went back to his paperwork.

Neville opened the door and let him and Hermione out, waving good bye as he shut it behind them.

Harry sighed, now he was bored. He walked over to Daddy and stood next to him.

"Daddy p'ays with Harry?"

"I'm sorry Harry, but Daddy needs to do work now, please play quietly," Daddy said without looking up.

Harry pouted. Daddy was not being nice.

Harry grumbled as he snatched up Cesar and his blankie from the couch and lay down. He snuggled with them, but didn't close his eyes. He there for a few minutes before sighing loudly.

Daddy didn't even blink.

Harry sighed again, louder.

Nothing.

Harry opened his mouth too sigh again, when Daddy interrupted him,

"Don't even think about it,"

"How'd you know?" He asked. He was sitting all the way on the couch and Daddy was in the kitchen, he hadn't even looked up.

"I was a spy for many years, it would do you well to remember that," Daddy replied.

Did Daddy sound smug? He did! Harry stuck his tongue out at him and turned over facing the couch pillows.

Harry lay there for another few minutes. He was just about to start sighing again when there was a crack and an elf popped in carrying a huge package.

"Mail for Master Severus Sir," it squeaked, putting down the package.

"Thank you, that will be all," Daddy said standing up. He read the label on the package and raised an eyebrow.

"It's for you," he said looking up at Harry.

Harry turned over and glanced at the package. He slid off the couch ignoring the pain in his bum and waddled over to the large box.

"For Harry?" he asked pointing to himself

"Yes, would you like to open it?"

"Yeah!" Harry said, he ripping open the front flaps. Harry frowned, someone had sent him a big black box.

Daddy pulled the black box out and mumbled something as he set it down on the coffee table. Harry gasped, it was a T.V!

"T.V Daddy!" he yelled excited.

"Why would he send a television?"

"He?"

"Yes, Arthur sent it, he said he 'fixed' it," Daddy said reading the card again.

"Works with magic?" Harry asked, afraid to hope.

"Apparently,"

Harry clapped, "turn it on p'ease?"

Daddy walked over, holding the letter, he scanned it as he fiddled with a few dials and buttons. The screen came to life, but it was grey and buzzing. Daddy read the letter again and walked over to the box pulling out a smaller box. He opened it to reveal dozens of kids videos. Daddy walked over to him holding out the box of movies,

"Would you like to pick one, dove?"

Harry nodded peering into the box, he reached in and picked out named Robin Hood, with a fox and bear on the cover.

"This one!" he thrust it at Daddy.

Daddy took it and put in, fiddling with it again until it showed the main titles. Music began to play. Harry smiled and plopped himself on the couch.

"Daddy watches with Harry?" he looked up at Daddy with wide green eyes, knowing that the look always made Daddy give in.

Daddy narrowed his eyes at him before sighing, "For a short while, then I need to finish marking,"

The movie began to play. Daddy pulled Harry into his lap and started rubbing his tummy. Harry sighed happily as the rooster on the screen started to sing.