He pushed open the heavy doors of the orphanage. What a filthy place. He needed to find Harry. He was running out of time. He tried to push past the front desk, ignoring the woman sitting there.
"Sir! Sir! You cannot just barge in here unannounced," One of the nurses said, her hands on her wide hips. She held a hand up blocking his path.
"Oh?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
"Who are you here to see, sir?" she asked, curling her lip, clearly annoyed.
"Harry Potter. He is my little, I am here to take him home." he sneered down at her.
"I was told never to let you in," she said, pulling out her wand.
"Circumstances have changed. I am now allowed to see him and take him home." he said, trying to keep the disdain out of his voice.
"I'll have to check that, wait here," she flounced away, sticking her head in the floo, calling for the ministry.
He waited a few minutes, going through different curses he could use on her as he waited.
She popped back out, dusting off her shoulders. "Alright, they said you're free to take him, you got here fast, apparently the trial just ended.
"I am….eager to see him,"
"I see," she said, turning back to her desk, going back to her paperwork.
"Can I see him?" he snarled, having lost his patience.
"One minute, please," she said rolling her eyes at him. She got up and opened a door behind the desk, closing it behind her.
He waited there for a few minutes impatiently tapping his foot.
Finally the nurse returned, "He's down the hall, make a left at the toilet, first door," she waved him away. He nodded to her in thanks and stalked down the hall, following her directions he soon arrived in front of a bolted nursery door.
He stopped before opening it, a little nervous. He could do this. He pushed open the door and looked around. The room had several cribs in it. There was heavily tattooed man sitting in a rocking chair, feeding a little with a bottle. The little had black hair and circle glasses it was-
Harry glanced at the door as it opened, glancing away before quickly looking back, his eyes widened. Could it be? It was!
"Daddy? Daddy!" Harry yelled, pushing the bottle out of his mouth and jumping off Henry's lap and running to Daddy. He hugged the man as tight as he could. Harry held back tears of happiness, he had missed Daddy so much. Harry nuzzled his face into Daddy's neck, he had missed this so much.
He breathed in and inwardly frowned, Daddy smelled weird, he shrugged the thought away, he wouldn't let anything ruin this moment.
Harry looked up and smiled at Daddy. He looked down at him with dark unreadable eyes.
"Hello, Harry, ready to go?" he asked wanting to get out of there quickly.
"Uh huh Daddy," Harry said giving him one last squeeze before letting go. He tried to ignore the hurt feeling that Daddy hadn't hugged him back.
"Goodbye Harry," Henry called standing up from the rocking chair and setting down the half empty bottle.
Harry ran over to Henry and gave him a tight hug, sighing happily when Henry hugged him back just as tight. "Bye, Henry, f'anks for everythin'," Harry let go and went back to Daddy.
"Come Harry, we do not have much time," he said grabbing his hand and urging him to walk.
"Comin," Harry said toddling after him holding his hand tightly. He didn't want to lose Daddy now that he just got him back.
He led Harry down the hall and out the front door, not once looking back. His hand tightened on Harry as soon as they stepped foot outside. Without looking at Harry, he turned on the spot and apparated them both away.
Harry whimpered as he fell hard, on ground, his tummy cramping.
"You didn' warn H-harry," he said, trying to keep himself from throwing up. HIs head was spinning, he hated appartating.
"Sorry," he said, not sounding it at all.
Harry bit his lip and stood on shaky legs, he didn't want to make Daddy any more upset. Harry didn't understand why Daddy was being so cold and distant. Maybe he just needed a cuddle?
Harry turned and hugged Daddy again, rocking his body the way Daddy sometimes did.
"Harry get off we need to move quickly," Daddy snapped, pushing him off.
Harry hurriedly moved away, hiding his face from view. Daddy hadn't been this mean to him in a long time, what had happened? Daddy started walking away, not even reaching out a hand for Harry.
He wasn't even wearing shoes. His socked feet, were repeatedly scratched and poked by the hard ground.
"Come,"
Harry ran to catch up with Daddy's fast strides. Once he walked through the open front door he felt his stomach roil, dangerously close to spewing its contents. He had been so busy trying to keep up he hadn't noticed where they were.
They weren't at Hogwarts.
He looked up afraid and confused, needing Daddy to make it better.
"Daddy why-"
"Don't you trust me Harry?" he asked raising an eyebrow.
Harry nodded meekly, he wished Daddy would carry him but he was too afraid to ask.
He led Harry further in, Harry was holding in tears, Daddy had changed a lot, Harry wished he loved him the way he did before.
"This way,"
Harry looked up, and frowned, Daddy looked different. Not physically, but the way he stood was all wrong, was he was in pain?
"Daddy hurt?" he asked, reaching up a hand to feel his forehead.
"No," He said swerving his head to avoid Harry's hand.
Harry looked down, tears filling his eyes, Daddy must not love him anymore. He looked up, about to ask why he came back for him and gasped.
Daddy wasn't there anymore.
It hadn't been Daddy at all.
HIs skin was melting and his hair was lengthening and lightening. Harry backed away, his heart hammering.
This wasn't Daddy.
It was Lucius Malfoy.