"Daddyyyyyyy," Harry sobbed his throat burning from screaming. He pulled himself up and looked over the edge of the play pen. He was in the living room, Daddy had put him in here forever ago.

"Daddy! Don' leaveeee," he cried reaching out his hands even though Daddy wasn't in the room.

"Harry, I need a moment," Daddy called from potions lab. "Why don't you play with Cesar?"

"Don' wan' Cesar!" Harry screeched throwing the turtle as far as he could. "Wan' Daddy!"

Harry wiped away some of the tears on his face only to make way for more. He wished he hadn't thrown Cesar, he wanted to cuddle with something. He looked around his playpen and crawled over to his stuffed Sully toy. He had seen a few commercials on other dvds for his movie, he wanted to watch it soon with Daddy. He squished Sully to his chest and rested his chin on his soft head.

"Daddy! DAH-DEEE!" he screamed again, his voice was becoming rougher and rougher but he couldn't care less, he just wanted Daddy to pick him up.

His head perked up when he heard the familiar sound of Daddy's boots on the floor.

"I see you're going to be a fussy baby today," Daddy muttered under his breath, coming to stand in front of the playpen.

"Daddy hold me," Harry begged reaching his arms up, still clutching Sully.

"Okay okay, come here, it's okay," Daddy said picking him up. Harry attached himself to Daddy like a limpet.

"Can you tell Daddy what all the fuss is about? I was only gone for three minutes," he murmured in his ear, walking over to an armchair and sitting down.

"Harry's in playpen for ever!" he groused, he tucked his head into Daddy's neck. Slipping his thumb in his mouth, he sucked away contently, now that he was in Daddy's arms.

"Harry I needed to make you your nighttime potion otherwise you would get those awful nightmares again," Daddy explained, resting his cheek on Harry's head.

Since he had gotten back, Harry had been having extremely vivid nightmares, usually ending in a panic attack and an hour or two of rocking with Daddy.

Harry didn't reply, just happy to be cuddling with Daddy.

"Harry, Daddy's not going anywhere. If I am out of your sight it does not mean I have disappeared,"

Harry whimpered tears filling his already red eyes.

"Hush, there is no need for tears," Daddy said in Harry's favourite voice, gently patting his nappied bum.

"D-daddy leave?" he asked his voice shaking. Harry was afraid to look at him.

Daddy t'sked quietly, shifting until he could see Harry's face.

"I am not leaving, not now and not anytime soon."

Harry pulled his thumb from his mouth. "But what if d'ey come back?" he whispered a lone tear sliding down his cheek.

"They cannot. I have seen to it, the Malfoys are in Azkaban with Umbridge and the Skeeters they will never be let out. You are safe Harry,"

"But Daddy they-" Harry argued beginning to tremble again.

"Harry you are safe. Daddy is here and I am not going anywhere," he said again letting a little of his 'Daddy voice' peek through. He watched as Harry's shoulders stopped trembling, his body relaxing a bit.

Harry put his thumb back in his mouth, and began sucking.

"Good boy, you're okay," Daddy whispered, rubbing his back a little to try and get out the last of the little boys tension.

…

Severus tiptoed out of Harry's nursery, leaving the door ajar. He had finally gotten Harry to sleep after an hour of rocking him and singing to him. The poor baby just could not relax. He was always paranoid that something bad would happen.

It had been two weeks since Harry had been taken away and still he could barely let Severus go to the washroom without screaming for him. At first he had relished in the feeling of being the only person Harry wanted, but now he was starting to worry.

He didn't know what to do anymore, tomorrow he went back to teaching and he had no idea what he would do with Harry all day. Harry was extremely needy and clingy, and Severus would not be able to hold him all day while teaching. He needed to stay focused and keep the school from being blown up.

He settled down at the kitchen table with a steaming mug of tea, staring down into the murky water.

What if Harry never bounced back?