Harry woke up on the couch again, though this time Daddy wasn't here. He squinted in the semi darkness trying to find him. Harry sat up groaning softly, his head felt like a heard of hippogriffs was fighting over a pheasant in it. He looked around again, Daddy still wasn't in the kitchen or the living room. Maybe he had gotten tired of taking care of him…

Harry lowered his head, eyes burning with unshed tears. He should have known that he would leave him, that he would get tired and stop wanting to be his Daddy. Just like Lucius said, Daddy didn't want him anymore, being sick had been the straw that broke the camels back.

Harry carefully climbed off the couch, the low flickering light was making his head hurt more. He needed medicine. Harry wasn't sure if he was 100% little right now. He felt kid of like he was floating in between.

Harry stumbled across the room, his eyes refusing to stay open fully. He remembered when he had used to get sick at the Dursleys. They had ignored that he was sick, forcing him to do his chores anyway even if they were outside in the winter. They would stuff him in his cupboard locking him in if they thought he was in any way contagious, sometimes for days on end. Harry sighed, as he reached the table, collapsing into a kitchen chair. He could barely stand on his feet anymore, his body felt really weak, like a breeze could knock him over.

Harry thought of the orphanage, if Daddy didn't want him maybe Henry would like to be his friend…. What if Daddy had gone to get Emily to get him? Harry whimpered at the thought his hands going to protect his bottom. He never wanted to see Emily again. The Dursleys would have made him go back to her, especially because he hated her so much. Uncle Vernon used to love making Harry do things he hated, always making him clean out the garbage bins with a toothbrush then telling him that was only toothbrush he'd be given.

Harry knew he needed medicine if he was going to be able to run away before Emily got here. He slowly stood up holding onto the table for support. He reached up to the cabinet with all of the potions, but his fingers just fell short. Daddy was so much taller than him, Harry would never be able to reach it. He looked around, his eyes landing on the kitchen chair. He pulled it over to the cupboard shushing it when it scraped loudly across the floor. What if they were waiting until he woke up? He needed to stay quiet so they wouldn't catch him.

He climbed on the chair, his knees shaking a little. He reached up pulling the cupboard door open. The little bit of air that the door caused sent Harry into shivers all over again. Harry struggled to stay up right, his body was trembling so much. Daddy has a lot of potions, Harry didn't know where to start. Muggle medicine was so much easier, it said right on the bottle what it did, these potions were all in glass vials with Daddy's messy scrawl labeling them.

Harry remembered that once he had stolen a few pills from the medicine cabinet for his cough and Uncle Vernon had beat him and made him sleep outside, in February!

Harry flinched at the phantom cold, that had been awful. He started reading the labels trying to find one that sounded semi useful.

Aha!

Pepper up Potion, and it was Daddy's version so it was better!

Harry smiled his Daddy was so smart. His smile faded as he remembered why he was doing this, Daddy was giving him away.

Harry took the bottle, uncorking it and gagging at the pungent smell.

"Bottoms up," he whispered. He tipped the bottle back swallowing the entire thing. It never occurred to him how many doses it was.

TBC….

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Harry licked the last of it off his lips, before putting the empty bottle back. Harry looked down to see how far it was, but his head began to spin, the world turning on it's axis. How much potion was in there? He took a step back only to realize he was on a chair not the floor. He felt his body tip back, he wildly flailed his arms trying to keep himself from falling but it was to late. He fell backward hitting the hard stone with a loud thump. Harry didn't have time to process what he had done before excruciating pain shot through his entire body. Harry began to scream, tears running down his face. He couldn't get up. Every time he moved more pain would flare up causing him to cry harder.

"Harry!" Daddy came running in, his wand out eyes searching everywhere.

"NO! no! Don' take me! Don' take me!" he screamed wishing he could run away from him. As Daddy came closer, his had was fogging up his hearing growing fuzzy. Harry wasn't sure how many Daddy's were in front of him.

Daddy looked around his eyes landing on the open Potions cupboard the empty bottle of Pepper up telling all he needs to know.

"Harry, where does it hurt?" Daddy asked loudly, crouching down next to him. Harry kept crying, Daddy was for sure going to give him away now.

"Harry?" Daddy asked more gently carding a hand through his hair.

"E'vee' ere," he sobbed trying to lift his trembling hand to wipe away some tears. Daddy beat him to it, wiping away his tears and brushing away his hair form his face.

"Why didn't you call for me?" he asked while waving his wand over Harry's body. He also accioed a bunch of different potion bottles to himself muttering about child proofing all the cupboards.

Harry didn't answer, he didn't want Daddy to know that he knew his plan. He tried reaching for him but he couldn't tell which one was the real one.

"You have a sprained wrist and a shallow cut on the back of your head, will you let me bandage them?"

Harry looked up at all the Daddy's, his heart squeezing. This was probably the last time Daddy would care for him. He nodded meekly, waiting to be picked up (probably for the last time.)

Daddy scooped him carefully, taking care not to knock his wrist or head against anything. He sat him up on the kitchen table. He popped open a few of the bottles mixing a few of them on a spoon before holding it up to Harry's mouth.

"Swallow this quickly please, I would rather not deal with Poppy's over bearingness,"

Harry opened up without complaint, his vision was blurring. He swallowed down the potion grimacing as it burned down his throat.

Daddy was quiet as he wrapped his wrist in a bandage, and cleaned his cut before putting a band aid on it. He carried Harry to the couch, where he accioed another potion coaxing him to open his mouth he gave him three drops of it before sending it off.

"That will also help counter act the ill effects of your overdose." He said quietly. "Harry why did you not call for me? I would have given you medicine," Daddy said sounding sad, but his face was blank when Harry looked at him. Harry looked down at his hands, Daddy had even put a cool Spider-man sticker on his wrist. His vision had cleared, and his hearing was getting better by the minute.

"Ca-ause Daddy's given' Harry 'way and I's gots to be dependant," Harry squinted at him trying to make all the Daddy's into one.

"I'm giving you away? To whom?" Daddy asked.

"To Emily." Harry whispered, it was so much scarier saying it out loud. Finally, there was only one Daddy in front of him.

"Why on earth would you think that?" Daddy cupped his cheek.

Harry didn't answer wishing he had something to suck on, but he was afraid to put his thumb in his mouth, Daddy said that thumbs had lots of germs.

"Harry," Daddy said gently nudging his chin with his until he met his eyes. "I love you more than the world, I would never give you away. Ever. You could destroy our entire home and I would still love you. Harry you are my son."

"Even when Harry's sick and icky?" Harry asked sniffling.

"Especially when Harry's sick Icky," Daddy said placing a kiss on his still burning forehead.

Harry whimpered, tears filling his eyes again. He was feeling so many things he didn't know what to focus on.

"Oh dove, come here," Daddy pulled him into his chest. Talking in a rumble that Harry could feel as he lay on him. Harry kept crying not even sure why.

"I can tell your feeling a bit more little today, that's okay just let it happen," Daddy said changing his position to laying across his lap, face up.

Harry gazed up at him through wet lashes, Daddy humming softly as he turned Harry towards his chest, and started patting his bottom.

Harry whined, wanting a dummy. Daddy hummed in thought, "What is it?" he cooed, he ran a finger down Harrys cheek. Harry turned his head catching Daddy's finger in his mouth and sucking on it.

"You must be hungry," Daddy said, he let Harry suck on his finger, as he accioed a premade bottle to himself. Harry brought up his uninjured hand to hold onto Daddy's hand, closing his eyes tiredly.

"You're very little right now," Daddy murmured wiggling his hand a little and laughing softly as Harry, eyes still closed, scrunched up his nose and gently bit the finger to stop it wiggling.

He let Harry suck on it, not wanting him to start crying again. He gazed down at his very little boy. It broke his heart that Harry still felt like he was replaceable like it wouldn't devastate him to lose Harry. He would never let anyone take him again, Harry needed someone to cherish and protect him and Snape was the man to do it.