Daddy guided his hand as he stirred the potion clock wise, carefully counting eleven stirs. Daddy had finally let Harry come into his potions lab and help him make a super important potion. Harry was helping Daddy make a fever reducer potion for the hospital wing.

"Harry, Daddy needs to grab something from the classroom so I need to put you in your playpen."

Harry whined, he hated going in the playpen!

"Harry stays here," he said smiling as he evaded Daddy's hands. Daddy raised an eyebrow and tried to lift him again. "P'ease Daddy! Harry be's good," he begged giving him the puppy eye look.

"Harry it is extremely dangerous to leave you here unattended with a potion,"

"Harry's not a dunderhead Daddy!" Harry said putting his hands on his hips.

"I know you are not, but Daddy is…concerned,"

"Harry be good boy," he smiled wide.

Daddy pinched the bridge of his nose, "I never implied you were not, however you need to go in the playpen. It is not up for discussion,"

"But-"

Daddy seemed to have lost patience. He spun Harry around and landed three sharp smacks on his bottom.

"Ouch!" Harry cried sniffling. Daddy was mean!

"You need to listen to Daddy when he tells you something," Daddy said giving him the no nonsense eyes.

"But Harry's good..." he whined trailing off when he caught sight of Daddy's angry face.

"Harry you will let me put you in the playpen. I do not want to hear anymore whining." Daddy said using his scary 'Daddy voice'.

Harry whimpered lowering his head. He knew Daddy only used that voice when he really needed to, but Harry still felt guilty every time he did, like Harry had been exceptionally bad enough to earn it. Harry felt all of the fight leave him, his body becoming more floppy and loose.

Harry felt more tears fill his eyes. He hated disappointing Daddy. Daddy lifted him up and placed him in the playpen that he brought to the lab.

"I'll be back in a moment, do not move."

Harry didn't answer, still staring at his lap, unseeingly. He hoped Daddy wasn't mad with him now, then Harry would have ruined a perfectly good day.

Harry suddenly had an idea! If he finished the potion all by himself then Daddy would be really proud of him. Right? Right!

Harry glanced at the door, he didn't hear anyone coming. Harry stood up, the playpen was charmed so he couldn't fallout and hurt himself. Harry had always been throwing off hexes and spells, he figured he could probably throw off this one to if he concentrated hard enough.

Harry closed his eyes, concentrating all of his thoughts on breaking the charm. His face began to scrunch up in concentration. He felt the magic around him start to crackle, the air becoming thick with it. Just a little harder…..just one more push….Yes!

Harry's eyes popped open, a smile on his face, he did it! Harry stood up and swung a leg over the side of playpen. He pulled himself up and slid down to the other side. He was free! Harry toddled over to the bubbling cauldron his heart racing. He went behind the counter, leaning down to read the recipe.

Next came the newt eyes. He reached for the jar and scrunched up his nose at the sight. Eyes looked really gross when they weren't in something's head. Harry unscrewed the jar and pulled out two eyes, he only needed the irises for the potion. Harry held up one of the eyes to the light, they really were disgusting.

The door suddenly banged, open startling Harry into dropping the newts eye straight into the bubbling cauldron below.

"Idiots, all of them. They waste my perfectly good - Harry!" Daddy ran towards him reaching out to grab him and shield him with his body just in time. The cauldron exploded, thick green paste flying everywhere covering Daddy's robes. Harry let out a small cry as he heard the paste land, making little crackling sounds and smoking. Daddy straightened up hissing as the paste seeped through his robes. Daddy growled as he banished his smoking outer robes, using his wand to salvage what he could of his lab. Harry looked up his eyes wide, his heart beating wildly.

He had destroyed Daddy's potions lab.

Daddy was going to hate him.

Daddy was breathing very deeply, his back to Harry.

Harry trembled as he turned around his eyes very dark.

"What. Did. I. Tell. You. About staying in the playpen." Daddy said in a low voice.

"I-" Harry's voice cracked, he was so scared.

"Would you care to explain yourself, young man?" It felt like Daddy was towering over him when really there was only a foot between them.

Harry let out a whimper, tears beginning to cascade down his cheeks. Daddy looked furious.

Daddy said nothing as he scooped Harry up, not looking at him as he walked into the living room and set him down on the couch, with Cesar.

"We will talk once you have calmed down, take as long as you need." Daddy said walking to the kitchen. Daddy sat at the table and began writing something on a long piece of parchment.

Harry stared around aimlessly, his breathing short and fast. Daddy would never love him again, Harry had destroyed his beloved potions. Harry squished Cesar to his face, hiding his tears. His body was still shaking, his heart racing. He stayed like that for a long time, trying to calm himself down.

"Harry? Will you look at me?"

Harry lifted his head, his heart had finally slowed, and his breathing was back to normal but a few tears were still running down his cheeks. Daddy was kneeling down in front of him. "Can you tell Daddy what has you so upset?"

"Har-ry b'eak all da potions and now Daddy no love me no more," he said sadly, his eyes welling up again.

Daddy stood up his face pained as he sat on the couch and slid Harry into his lap. "Daddy still loves you. However, I am very displeased. I told you to stay in the playpen and you deliberately disobeyed me. You could have been very hurt, had I not got reached you in time you could have-" Daddy stopped himself, his eyes hard. "That was a very dangerous and reckless thing you did,"

Harry nodded, he knew that Daddy was right, Harry had just wanted to impress him but instead he had made him angry.

"Harry wan' to 'press Daddy," he whispered.

"You wanted to impress me?"

Harry nodded not looking up.

"Harry I am always proud of you. You are a wonderful, talented little boy, you don't need to try and impress me."

"Harry, I need you to understand that what you did was extremely dangerous and could have resulted in catastrophe. You will have a spanking and then you will spend ten minutes in the corner in the lab facing the room."

Harry sniffled, letting Daddy rearrange him on his lap so his bum was facing up. Harry remained quiet. Daddy pulled down his shorts, and reached under him to undo his nappy. Daddy didn't hesitate, he spanked Harry firmly and thoroughly.

Harry cried and whimpered through it, never once asking him to stop. Harry knew he really deserved it.

Once Harry was sure his bum must have been a deep deep red, Daddy stopped spanking. He rubbed Harry's back for a minute before pulling him up. He pulled off his shorts, placing them on the couch before redoing his nappy, causing Harry to hiss in pain.

"Ten minutes in the corner, I want you to think about your actions and the consequences." Daddy said with a firm pat on his sore behind making Harry jump and run to the corner to escape anymore swats.

The door to the lab was wide open so Daddy could see him, but Harry wasn't looking at Daddy he was looking at the mess he had made.

The work bench was completely destroyed, there were craters in the floor from the spots where the potion fell. Tons of Jars and their contents had been melted or shattered by mere flecks of the potion.

Harry felt a really bad. He had destroyed Daddy's favourite thing. Harry stood there for the whole ten minutes feeling extremely sorry and guilty. After what felt like forever Daddy finally spoke to him.

"You may come out now Harry," Daddy called from the living room, flipping through a book.

Harry walked contritely to Daddy, his cheeks burning in shame and guilt.

"Harry's sorry Daddy, didn't mean to make you sad," he apologized sincerely. Daddy looked at him his eyes no longer angry.

"It's alright, Daddy forgives you. But I need you to also understand how hurt you could have been. Daddy can always replace ingredients or classrooms, but I will never be able to replace you, Harry and that's the part that terrifies me."

Harry's eyes filled with tears again. He reached to Daddy wanting to hug him. Daddy obliged him, wrapping him up in his arms and holding him close, his long hair tickling Harry's nose. Daddy's head rested on Harry's hair. They stayed that way for a long time, both of them seeking the comfort they needed in the other.

"Harry there is something I have been meaning to tell you," Daddy said quietly into his hair.

"Okay…"

"I have been corresponding with a former student of mine, who also has a little boy…"

"Who?"

"The man's name is Aron Rodgers, and his little's name is Joey Davidson. Aron was a Slytherin prefect, while Joey was in Ravenclaw. I believe you and Joey will get along splendidly."

"F'iend?"

"Yes Harry, he can be your friend, I was deliberating whether you would like to have them over…?"

"Hewe? Wif' Daddy?"

"Yes, I would stay with you,"

"Can Charlie come to?"

"You want Charlie there?" Daddy asked.

"Uh huh, Charlie and Daddy," Harry nodded dislodging Daddy's head.

"I suppose,"

"Yay!" Harry cheered, he was so excited to have a friend to play with!