Harry shot Daddy a smile as he left the room. Daddy had class now with Harry's classmates. He always let Harry sit in his office, in the playpen while he taught them, with the door slightly open. Harry had a plan for today, he was going to wait until Daddy was really busy with the 'dunderheads' and then he would make his escape. Harry was dying to go flying but Daddy had said he had to go on the broom with Daddy. Harry was not happy with that, so he was going to sneak out and fly. When Daddy saw that he came back just fine he would always let Harry go by himself, Harry was sure of it.

Harry listened hard, Daddy was yelling at someone. Harry hoped it wasn't a gryffindor. He heard the student stutter out an apology, Daddy could be very scary. Harry decided it was time to take action. He crawled to the edge of the play pen. He pulled himself up and surveyed the room. Daddy's office had three doors, one to the classroom, one to their rooms and one that led out to the main hallway. Harry needed to get to that one. But he needed to get out of the playpen first. He sucked in a big breath and swung his leg over the side. He heaved himself up and over and almost tripped over his other leg. He thankfully caught himself.

Harry tiptoed to the door, holding his breath. He stopped just in front of it. He was really scared, what if he got spankings? He hated spankings. But he really wanted to fly! Harry wondered what Robin Hood would do. He was so brave, he would probably go and fly. Harry wanted to be just like Robin Hood, he had asked Daddy if he could have a bow and arrow. Daddy had said maybe for his birthday!

Harry squared his shoulders, he was a gryffindor. He pushed open the door and hurried out of the room silently closing it behind him. He let out a sigh of relief, part one was complete.

Daddy had tried to sneak his broom away from Harry from one day but Harry had noticed. Harry had had a house elf stow his broom away in a closet down the hall, while Daddy had gone out to help a student.

Harry snuck up the hallway, peering around corners making sure no one saw him. He got to the closet and yanked it open and smiled. There sat his beloved firebolt. He grabbed it and once again started making his way to the quidditch pitch.

He got up to the front hall without seeing anyone. He knew this was a hard part, he had to run across the entire front hall without being seen. He sucked in a breath and dashed as fast the could across. He made it to the front doors and was just about to open them when he heard voices. He looked around wildly for a place to hide and saw a small broom cupboard. He ran for it and had just closed the door when they walked past. It was a couple of students.

'He really is adorable' gushed one girl, she sounded pretty young.

'I heard he is actually nice to him now' replied a boy's voice.

'Are you sure? They hated each other!' she said.

'Yeah, I know, but have you seen the way Snape takes care of him at meals?

'True…' she said sighing.

Harry listened as they talked about him. He waited for them to pass and then came out of the cupboard. He opened the doors and slipped out. He smiled to himself, he had gotten out without anyone knowing! Harry looked around a lot of the grounds had been redone, the grass was no longer charred and burned.

Harry hurried across the front lawn hoping that Mcgonagall wasn't looking out of her office window. He made it to what remained of quidditch pitch. He felt his heart sink a little. It looked awful. Most of the stands had been burned and what remained barely stood. He looked around making sure he wasn't being watched. He blushed a little as he stuck his dummy in his mouth, he had grown to love it. Harry gripped his broom tightly and mounted it. He soared through the air, feeling that he and the broom were one.

Harry whooped as he dived down, feeling the wind rush through his hair, making his eyes water. He loved flying. He did several loops and spins. He corkscrewed down, pulling out of just in time to brush the grass with his fingers. Harry laughed, he felt free.

He flew as high as he dared to go. The castle looked small from way up here, what remained of the goalposts, were specks. He flew down in spirals, laughing as the air rushed around him.

Suddenly, Harry's grip slipped and his heart lurched as he fell off the broom. He desperately gripped the handle, half of his body off the broom and the other half sliding rapidly. Harry whimpered as his hand started to slip, he was going to fall thousands of feet and die.

Harry firmed his resolve and grunted as he held on tighter trying to pull himself up. He slowly got back up, his arms and legs shaking with the effort to stay on. It was like the broom wanted him to fall. Harry was panting as he righted himself, the broom let him stay on. Harry sighed in relief.

Harry zoomed down, hovering several hundred feet in the air.

"HARRY POTTER, GET YOUR SORRY BUM DOWN HERE NOW!" Harry flinched, Daddy had found him. Why had this been a good idea again?

Harry nervously sucked on his dummy, slowly flying down to Daddy. He did not want to get to close too Daddy when he was this angry. He blushed when he got close enough to see Daddy clearly. Professor Skeeter was standing behind him, giving him a sympathetic face. Now Professor Skeeter would see him get in trouble with Daddy.

Harry landed, hesitantly walking over to Daddy, his head down. Daddy took his arm and spun him around landing five sharp smacks on his diapered bum.

"Ouch! Daddy that hurted!" Harry cried dancing away from the stinging slaps. His face was red from embarrassment, a Professor had seen him get spanked!

"Good!" Daddy snapped.

Harry sniffled Daddy must have been very angry with him. He hunched his shoulder to protect himself.

"How could you do something so reckless and dangerous?" Daddy yelled.

Harry felt anger curl in his belly at Daddy's words. "I's done it a'bore and I's was fine!" Harry yelled stomping his foot.

"You were in not in the headspace of a toddler then! Harry, you could have died!" Daddy yelled, his body shaking in fury.

"Nu huh Daddy! Harry good f'yer!" He stuck his hands on his his daring Daddy to tell him he wasn't.

"While that is true, that does not give you any right to go flying thousands of feet in the air doing inane stunts with no one watching!"

Harry looked down, starting to feel a little bad, Daddy looked really scared.

"Sorry," Harry whispered.

"Hmph, you will be" Daddy said taking the broom from his lax grip and shrinking it into his pocket. He reached out a hand and grasped Harry's smaller one.

Harry whimpered at Daddy's words, afraid of what he had gotten himself into.

"Thank you for informing me Professor Skeeter, I am once again in your debt," Daddy said nodding to the man as they passed him.

Harry didn't look up at the professor as they passed, too embarrassed. Daddy led him silently through the castle. Harry didn't try and talk to him maybe by the time they got home he wouldn't be angry anymore.

They reached their rooms and Daddy opened them ushering Harry in and closing the door with a snap behind him. Daddy placed his miniature broom on the kitchen table. He turned and faced Harry with a calm expression.

Daddy stared at him for a moment, "Would you care to tell me why?" Daddy sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Why Daddy?" Harry asked confused.

"Yes, why you would run away, go flying by yourself, do crazy stunts that almost killed you!" Daddy was yelling again by the end.

"I…" Harry stopped, he didn't have a good enough reason.

"That's what I thought," Daddy walked to him leading him to the couch.

"I really should spank you where the offence happened, but I did not want to embarrass you in front of Professor Skeeter. You are very lucky he was walking across the grounds and saw you,"

Harry stayed quiet. Daddy pulled him over his lap, pulling off his shorts and nappy.

"Daddy is very disappointed in you, Harry," Daddy said.

Harry felt tears fill his eyes, he hated disappointing Daddy. "Harry's s-sorry," he whispered.

Daddy didn't answer, as he began to spank Harry. Harry cried all through it, but he didn't ask Daddy to stop. He deserved it. He realized that Daddy must have been very scared, that's why he was so angry.

Daddy stopped spanking him and stood him up. Harry knew his bum would be sore for days. He sniffled as he looked at Daddy with sad eyes. Daddy looked at him, then shook his head, "I was going to wring you out but, I can't, not while looking at that sad face," Daddy pulled him forward and pressed Harry's face to his shoulder.

Harry let out a shaky sob as he clutched Daddy's robes, "H-harry's sorry D-daddy!"

"I know, baby boy," Daddy was rubbing his back, as he rocked him.

"Do you know why Daddy was mad?"

"Uh huh, Daddy. Daddy was 'fraid Harry die, and not cuddle no more," Harry said sadly, rubbing away some of his tears on his sleeve.

"Thats right, Daddy wouldn't know what to do if I didn't have Harry to cuddle with," he said squishing Harry to his chest.

"Squished Daddy!" Harry cried.

Harry started laughing and squealing as Daddy started tickling him. Harry tried to wiggle away but Daddy was to strong for him. He couldn't even get a hand out to tickle Daddy back, he was too smart and had pinned his arms down.

"How does it feel Harry? Not being let up when you're being tickled," Daddy asked chuckled himself as the tickled Harry mercilessly.

"S-stop Daddy! P'ease!" Harry snorted loudly, making Daddy burst out laughing.

Daddy finally stopped, Harry was panting and still laughing at phantom tickles.

Daddy took his chin in his hand, "You won't do it again right?" Harry nodded quickly.

"Promise Daddy," Daddy said, very serious.

"Harry promises Daddy," he said sincerely.

"Good boy, Harry," Daddy said kissing him on his forehead, wiping away the last of his tears.