Harry slowly came back to awareness. His eyes blinking open. He was in some sort of bed, he stretched out hand to his side and felt metal bars, a crib then. Harry carefully turned his head and what he saw made him wish he was still asleep.

There were five other adult cribs each one empty, but clearly slept in. He sat up, the room he was in was an ugly pale yellow, the windows were bolted shut, the single iron door was too. Where had they taken him?

Harry began to panic, where was he? He let out a sob and curled into a ball, he wanted Daddy. He wanted his dummy too, but that devil woman had taken it!

Where's Daddy? Did Skeeter hurt him? Was he okay? Would he ever see him again? Harry was hyperventilating, tears dripping down his chin. He was alone now, with nobody to love him. And poor Daddy, he only had Harry and now Harry was gone.

He flinched when the door creaked open. He held his breath waiting to see who was coming. Would it be Umbridge with her plastered smile? Or Reeta Skeeter with a notepad and flashing camera?

It was a woman he had never seen before. She was dressed like a nurse, she had short brown hair and brown eyes. Her long white robes flared out behind her when she moved, just like Daddys. Harry whimpered at the thought of Daddy, he missed him so much his heart hurt.

"Oh, don't cry, shhhhh, it's alright you're safe now," she cooed, reaching a hand into the crib.

Harry scooted back really fast avoiding her hand. He didn't want some random lady touching him.

"Don't be scared, little one. My names Emily, I'll be taking care of you until you get adopted," She smiled at him reassuringly. But her words were anything but reassuring.

Adopted?

"Adopted?" he asked out loud hoping he had heard her wrong.

"Yes, hopefully soon a new family will come for you," she smiled at him.

"I don' need one I have the best one," he said, giving her a look like, duh.

"I don't think that was a very good place for you," she said sadly, giving him a sympathetic look.

Harry frowned, where had she heard that? Did she talk to Umbridge and Skeeter?

"Come 'ere, Harry I would like to change you."

"No," Harry shook his head. Just then noticing he had wet his nappy. Great.

"That is not how we speak," she reprimanded him sharply. Her eyes becoming angry.

"Don't care," he sassed, sticking his tongue out.

"Now you're getting a timeout, young man," She unlocked the crib and slid the side down. She reached over and grabbed his pajama covered ankle yanking him to her. He squawked. She was way stronger than she looked.

She man handled him to the floor and gave him a firm swat on his rump,

"Ouch!" his hands flew to cover his bum.

"March young man," she said pointing to a corner with hard looking stool in it.

"But I don' wanna go to corner," he whined, planting his feet when she tried to give him a push.

"I don't care, I want your nose in the corner before I count to three,"

Harry's lower lip wobbled, "Da-daddy used ta coun' to 'fee," tears began to slide down his cheeks. He wanted Daddy.

Emily sighed as she turned him around. "You miss him?"

Harry nodded sadly.

"But I was told he….was not so nice to you," she asked confused.

"He was da bestest Daddy in da world they's jus' meanies, theys don' yike my Daddy." he said sadly.

"Fine," she sighed, looking at him in sympathy. "no corner, but that's your only freebee got it?" she asked. He made a mental note not to make her cross.

"Go' it," he said, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Sleeve? He had been wearing short sleeves before. He looked down at himself, and pouted he was wearing a boring white onesie. It wasn't soft like the ones Daddy bought for him.

"I thought you might be more comfy in pjs," she said kindly.

"'Fanks," he sad sadly.

"How about that change then?" she raised an eyebrow when his expression turned angry.

Harry sighed and let his anger seep away, "I have Cesar?" Cesar would help him through this.

"What's Cesar?"

"My tu'tle, he's my bestes f'iend in whole wo'ld," he said smiling. He loved Cesar.

"Where is he?" she asked.

"Right ther-" he looked to the crib and felt his blood run cold.

Cesar wasn't there.