Warning: some swearing, not sure what to call it but, someone is forced to strip (non sexually)

Please comment! I want to know what you thought

"We came to take Harry,"

Harry's breath caught in his throat. Reeta Skeeter, that's who was talking. She was getting her revenge.

Harry went into panic mode. He bolted up and ran to Daddy's office door and yanked the door, it was locked. Harry growled as he ran to the potions lab door and jiggled the handle, it was open! He slipped inside and closed the door, locking it.

"Get out! You have no right come barging in here, unwanted and threatening to take my son!" He heard Daddy yell. He heard lots of footsteps.

He heard Daddy grunt loudly, "Unhand me! Get the hell away from there! You have no right to take him!"

Harry whimpered behind the door, what if they hurt Daddy?

Harry gasped loudly as the door was suddenly thrown open. He stared up in fear and anger as the ugly toad like face of Dolores Umbridge stood in front of him. Reeta Skeeter right behind her.

"I should have known." he heard Daddy growl from the living room.

Harry's eyes darted around looking for a way out.

There was none.

"Come Harry, dear, we're going to take you to a better home," Umbridge said in that sickly sweet voice, reaching out her pudgy hand to him. He wrinkled his nose at her, and slapped her hand away.

Skeeter gasped, "That is no way to treat to a Ministry official! I know you're father must have taught you that," she said tutting, writing it down on a long sheet of parchment.

"No, anyone with a brain knows how to treat people like you," he sneered in a perfect imitation of Daddy, although his dummy ruined the effect.

Umbridge's smile grew more strained, she snatched his dummy from his mouth and held it tightly in her fat fist. Harry blinked for a moment shocked and then felt tears spring to his eyes.

"Give it back!" he yelled angrily trying to grab it from her. She kept it out of his reach, speaking to Skeeter,

"Better write that down to, no manners at all, just like his father," she shook her head at him and pocketed his dummy. "You can have it back when you start behaving Mr. Potter," she gave a small cough and waddled out of the room.

"It's in your best interest to follow young man," she called sweetly over her shoulder, Skeeter following her with a smirk.

Harry was torn, he wanted to stay and hide but Daddy might need him…

Harry straightened his shoulders and marched, he had defeated Voldemort twice, he could deal with the toad again.

"Ah, Harry good to see you again," said the voice of Professor Skeeter.

Harry stared at him in betrayal, he had been one of his friends! Professor Skeeter stood with his wand at Daddy's throat, thick ropes were binding Daddy, making it impossible for him to move. Professor Skeeter held Daddy's wand in his other hand.

"Don't you dare-" Daddy was cut off.

"I really don't think you're in any position to make threats, Death Eater," Professor Skeeter snarled jabbing his wand right in the scar from Nagini, making Daddy wince.

"Don't hurt my Daddy!" Harry cried, feeling very vulnerable and unsafe. He was surrounded by enemies, with no wand and he was still deep in his headspace.

"Awww, don't worry little baby, I won't hurt him or you, if you both do as we tell you," the professor replied nastily.

Harry looked to Daddy, needing him to take control and make them go away. He was just a little boy.

"Just…" Daddy sighed sadly, looking at Harry with a despairing expression. "Do what they say, Harry."

Umbridge cleared her throat pulling out a clipboard, "We have come because we have gotten several complaints that Mr. Snape has been abusing young Mr. Potter here." she said, her voice taking on that girlish pitch.

Daddy stared at her for moment looking at her as if she had grown two heads. "And who pray tell, made such….accusations?" he growled, his eyes flashing.

"I did," Professor Skeeter answered happily. "I have so much of proof you see,"

"What proof could you possibly have for this made up schem-"

"Check his nappy, Snape always forgets to change him, resulting in horrible rashes," he interrupted.

"I have never forgotten to change him-"

"Quiet Mr. Snape, it is not your turn to speak," Umbridge snapped. Reeta Skeeter was writing everything down furiously, smirking to herself.

Harry backed away, as Umbridge came closer, an evil glint in her eyes.

"Don't touch me!" Harry yelled backing himself into one of the bookshelfs.

"Now now Mr. Potter, I must check your nappy, it is of the utmost importance," she said, reaching out a hand.

Harry felt his rage and fear bubbling up inside him before he could stop it, magic burst out of him forcing Umbridge to fly across the room. All of the books in the books cases rattled threatening to fall.

"Stop this at once!" Professor Skeeter yelled, his grip on Daddy still firm. "Or I'll hex him," he positioned his wand on Daddy's chin glaring at Harry.

Harry whimpered, trying to reign it in. Slowly the books grew silent, and Umbridge was able to get up. Her fat face was red in rage.

"I was going to be gentle as I know you are fragile, but I see you have left me no choice!"

"Don't you dare hurt him!" Snape growled, trying to get out of Skeeters ropes.

Umbridge raised her wand and flicked it at Harry. His arms were forced up and were bound to the bookcase. No matter how hard he pulled they wouldn't come off. Harry began to cry.

"Le-let H-harry go!" he sobbed pulling fruitlessly at his bonds.

"Once I am done examining you," she said. She came over and unzipped his shorts, yanking them down.

"No! Stop!" Harry yelled trying to get away, but it was pointless, the ropes were too tight.

She untaped his nappy and let it drop to the floor. Harry flushed, he had wet himself and now it looked like Skeeter was telling the truth.

She gasped dramatically at what she saw. Harry's entire nappy area was covered in an angry red rash, his skin raw looking.

"The poor dear," Reeta cooed, smirking.

Harry whined, he didn't want everyone to see him naked.

Umbridge tutted and waved her wand at him, the nappy flew back up and redid itself, his shorts going back up to.

"He also let Harry go flying without someone watching him, while he was in headspace." the professor said, snootily.

"Snape!" Reeta said pretending to be outraged.

"No! Harry ran 'way and did it! Daddy gots real mad 'cause Harry no 'llowed," Harry explained trying to make them see that Daddy was a good Daddy.

"He's lying, Snape threatened him not to tell anyone, I heard him out in the field."

Daddy opened his mouth to say something but Skeeter cut him off with a jab of his wand, Daddy sucked in a fast breath.

"Threatening a child?" Reeta said her eyebrows shooting up.

"He also lost him, for hours"

"We was p'aying hide an' seek!" Harry yelled, stamping his foot. He would have crossed his arms if he could.

"That's three very serious offences Mr. Snape I'm afraid we must take Harry away," Umbridge said shaking her head.

"You cannot take him! I am his legal guardian, My 'Daddy Voice' works on him!" Daddy tired desperate now.

"Be that as it may, a villain like you has no right to have The Boy Who Lived as his son. Furthermore, we have sufficient proof of what a terrible father you are. You clearly do not know how to care of a little."

Daddy's glare, broke his mouth falling open a little. His eyes looked so sad, the fight left him as he stared around seemingly lost.

"He's the bestest Daddy! Don't you be mean to him!" Harry yelled. It scared him too see Daddy so broken. Daddy turned to him some of the warmth coming back to his eyes.

"Perhaps, but you grew up with those horrid muggles so how would you know?" Reeta Skeeter said, raising an eyebrow.

Harry looked at her, how had she known that?

"Not one, not one of those stories were true! I want a real trial with the minister!" Daddy said, in his scariest voice.

"Ah, I'm afraid the minister is away in France for a few weeks, and is too busy for such trivial matters." Umbridge replied, giving him a pout.

"Who the hell put you in Family Services Department?" Daddy snarled.

Umbridge laughed delicately, smirking at him, she didn't answer.

"Professor the potion if you would," Umbridge held out a hand to Professor Skeeter.

"I will not let you give my son an unidentified potion," Daddy said, still trying to get away.

"You have no choice in the matter," she said simply taking the baby bottle filled with grey potion.

She turned to Harry and with a flick of her wand undid his bonds. Harry's arms flopped to his sides. He rubbed his wrists, glaring at her. "I'm not takin' any potion,"

"You will, I'll give you a choice I can feed it to you or your Daddy can,"

"Daddy," Harry answered without thought.

Professor Skeeter, laughed "Okay, you can have him," he pointed his wand at Daddy and before Harry could so much as yell, he whispered something, a faint yellow mist settled over Daddy.

Daddy's entire body relaxed he stopped fighting the bonds, his eyes going slightly glassy.

"Daddy?" Harry asked his voice shaking. What had they done to him?

"It's alright Harry," Daddy answered, looking at him blankly. He walked over to the couch and sat down, staring straight ahead.

"Come to me Harry," Daddy said, turning to him and crooking a finger at him. His eyes were scaring him, they looked like glass.

Harry gulped, and slowly shuffled over his heart trying to beat out of his chest.

Daddy picked him up and lay him across his lap, Harry stared up at him fearfully. Umbridge handed him the potion. Daddy uncapped the bottle and brought it to Harry's mouth.

Harry kept his lips shut firmly, this wasn't Daddy they had done something to him.

"Take the potion of we will leave him like this for forever," Professor Skeeter threatened.

Harry whimpered. "Come back, Daddy," he whispered placing a hand on his cheek. Daddy just stared at him blankly.

"Drink the potion, don't you trust me?" Daddy asked in a deadpan voice.

Tears slid down his cheeks as he finally opened his mouth, accepting the bottle. He started sucking down the potion, it tasted like boiled cabbage. Harry had trouble swallowing it.

Daddy stared down at him, with that still blank expression.

Harry heard someone whisper something behind him. He watched as the emotion slowly crept into Daddy's face and eyes, his body once again going tense. Daddy suddenly yanked the bottle from his mouth poising his hand to throw it. "How dare you put me under the Imper-"

"You'll kill him..." Umbridge said off handedly, interrupting him.

Daddy stopped and glared at waiting for her to continue. Harry saw him eye his wand in Professor Skeeter's hand.

"That's a special potion, top secret, it puts the drinker to sleep, but if they don't finish the entire dose they go into a permanent coma, there's no cure," she explained, laughing at their horrified faces.

Daddy stared at her.

"You would do that to an innocent little?" he asked in disbelief. It was one of the worst crimes to hurt a little.

"But it won't be me hurting him. It'll be you," she smiled.

"You're a vile woman," he seethed.

He looked back down at Harry who was watching him with wide eyes.

"I'm so sorry Harry, I'll get us out of this I promise," he whispered placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Ha-harry loves Daddy," Harry said wanting to make sure Daddy knew.

"I know baby boy, Daddy loves you too," Daddy's voice cracked at the end, but it was so quiet only Harry could hear.

He once again held the bottle to Harry's lips, watching as Harry slowly drained it. Harry's eyes became heavier and heavier, he tried fighting it but to was no use once he swallowed the last drop he was out. Harry just hoped that they would beat them, cause the good guys always win right?