Snape landed, one hand holding Harry's head protectively to his shoulder as he stepped out of the floo.

"Oh Harry dear! We're so excited to have you stay with us," Molly rushed over her arms opened for a hug. She frowned slightly when Harry didn't move or acknowledge her from his spot.

"He is feeling very little today," Snape explained. Harry whined when Snape shifted him higher, burrowing his face deeper into his robes.

"The poor dear, give him to me Severus he'll be just fine," she held out her arms.

He hesitated, he didn't want to give him up so soon and yet he knew it was time for him to go.

He leaned his head down and gave him a kiss on the forehead, murmuring quietly to him, "I love you Harry, Daddy will be back very soon, be a good boy for me." He gave him one more kiss and tightened his arms minutely before handing him over with a heavy heart.

Harry squirmed and tried to grab his robes, little whimpers leaving him as he was passed over.

As soon as he was in Molly's arms he released a wail to wake the dead.

His cries only grew in volume, as Molly tried to soothe him.

"Maybe I should just stay-"

"Nonsense, Severus you go he will be fine," she shooed him back to the floo, keeping one hand on a squirming Harry.

Snape grabbed a handful of powder, but his eyes were on Harry.

"N-nno Da! Please," Harry cried, his first words in hours.

He felt his heart break, Harry needed him.

"Hush, Daddy will be back soon," Molly crooned.

"Really Severus he will be fine," Arthur soothed, putting a hand on Harry's head.

Snape nodded, gave one last glance to his screaming son and flooed away.

…..

Charlie stood off to the side and watched as his parents struggled to calm the little. Molly tried, rocking him, feeding him, singing to him and even reading to him and still he cried for his Daddy.

"Charlie why don't you give it a shot and give your mother a few moments rest," Arthur suggested. Molly had been refusing to give him to anyone else claiming that as a mother of seven she knew what she was doing.

"Yeah mum, give him to me, while you rest,"

Molly grumbled as she handed over to crying baby, his wails seeming to get louder.

"Poor thing, his throat must be killing him," she said as she walked out of the room and into the kitchen.

"Does he have any comfort items? Something that calms him down?" Arthur asked his son.

"Yeah actually he has this turtle and blanket, can you unshrink his bags? My hands are a little occupied," Charlie handed his dad the shrunken items, while trying to keep Harry from falling.

He unshrunk them and began to look through them, "a turtle and blanket you said?"

"Yeah,"

Arthur quickly located Cesar and Harry's blankey and handed them to Charlie who then ran them up and down Harry's cheek, trying to calm and distract him.

Harry sniffled a few times, trying to catch his breath. He reached up a hand and grabbed Cesar burying his face in his soft fur, his other hand snatched his blanket from Charlie and he tucked it into his neck.

"There you go, isn't that better?" Charlie cooed, sitting down with him in his lap.

Harry was still crying he missed Daddy so much and he didn't even get to give him a kiss goodbye. Fresh tears welled up in his eyes, what if he never got to give any kisses ever again?

"Oh honey don't start again, it's okay, what do you want hmm? A dummy?" Charlie asked accioing one of Harry's dummies to himself and popping it into his unresisting mouth. Harry sucked on it fiercely, still sniffling.

"C'oak," he croaked to Charlie his voice hoarse form screaming.

"You want a cloak?" he asked confused, thinking he had heard wrong.

Harry nodded and pointed to the bag where Daddy had packed the special cloak he'd given him. Arthur shrugged and dug through the bag grabbed a thick velvet cloak and handing it to Charlie.

Harry hummed happily as it was wrapped around him, now he was feeling a little better.

….

It must have been at least three in the morning. And Harry would not go to sleep. Charlie had tried everything, even wrapping him in the cloak didn't help. Harry had also aged down again, so he was very very little right now.

"Come on, Harry shhhhhhh go to sleep," he cooed, at the crying bundle in his arms.

Harry kept on crying. Charlie was at a loss of what to do. He was ready to floo call Snape at this point.

Charlie started singing softly, it was a song that his mum used to sing to him when he had trouble sleeping.

Harry's cries died down a bit, but tears were still running down his cheeks. He watched Charlie with tired eyes, whimpering quietly.

Charlie carried him to his own room, his own eyes were burning. He knew that Harry was supposed to sleep in the crib he had set up in Ron's old room but he felt bad to leave him there alone all night. Maybe if he saw that he was sleeping with Charlie he would stop crying.

He kept singing as he lay down with Harry and tightened the cloak around him, making sure he was holding Cesar. Harry slowly stopped crying his eyes getting heavier and his breathing evening out. After half an hour of fighting it, he was asleep, his cheeks still wet with tears. The next few days were going to be fun.

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