Severus smiled as Harry walked between him and Remus holding both of their hands. Today they were taking Harry to Play School. It had been four years since they had fled Britain and from what they heard the Light side was going mad. The Dark side, however, didn't seem to care so that lead them to believe that Dumbledore had lied to them about the Dark Lord coming after them.

Harry was still a quiet boy, in fact, he barely ever talked.

Lucius and Narcissa had moved to France a year after arrival. They apparently didn't like the community. The school was soon in sight. Harry looked around seeing all the kids. He let go of his daddies hands and made sure his backpack was on. He walked by himself into the room

"Wait!" A teacher called. "Child I need your name to check you in."

"Sorry," Severus said the teacher blushed looking at him and Remus. "Our son's name is Harrison Prince and he's been looking forward to play school." Harry was hanging up his backpack in a cubby with his name on it. He could read. "Now, Harry has a Calming Draught in his backpack he'll let you know if he needs it. " The teacher was suddenly taking notes. " He doesn't talk that often but is very intelligent. He can read and loves to do so. He also likes to draw. He has his Paddy in his backpack along with his favorite Bezoar. He loves potions and has a habit of sneaking off to find ingredients and snakes. " The teacher paled, "Oh, yes he loves snakes. He can speak to them. " The teacher nodded and heard a loud scream. "Harrison!"

Harry was sitting petting a snake. Severus sighed and walked over and looked at his son very sternly.

"We've talked about this." he said, "You were not to bring Shiva to school. Harry's lip trembled. "No, Harry, you're scaring the other kids. " Harry hissed something to his rather large snake and passed her to his daddy. "I'll take Shiva home, and you may play with her when you get home. "

Harry nodded. He went and got his bezoar and sat studying it.

"What that?" A boy asked walking up to Harry. "Wock?"

"Bezoar," Harry stated. It was his favorite word. "Find in goats."

Remus began laughing as Severus blushed and kissed Harry's head and told him he was a good boy. Remus kissed Harry's head also and said goodbye.

"Where you know dat?" the boy asked.

Harry got into his bag and pulled out his Potion's ABC book and opened it to the Bezoar page it began singing and soon the whole class had gathered .

Remus laughed as Severus blushed and pushed Remus out of the room.


Harry waited at the door for his daddies to come back. It was after school now and he wanted to go home to play with his daddies. They finally came into view. He ran to them and clung to Remus who scooped him up.

"How was Harrison?" he asked one of the teachers.

"He had to take his potion at lunch because we turned out all the lights for nap time and he freaked out."

"Right, I forgot that he's scared of the dark." Severus cleared his throat. "I apologize."

"It's fine. " she laughed, "he wasn't the only one to get upset. When he was calm again he pulled a glowing ball out of his bag and set it next to his sleeping mat and slept for half the time with his dog. He didn't talk much except when asked questions by us teachers. He wouldn't let anyone touch him and he seemed to like playing by himself more than other children."

"He is an only child," Remus said worriedly. "As for anyone touching him he's never liked that. "

"Bezoar." Harry declared. "Bezoar!"

"Very well, " Severus told his son. "We will go to the shop and see if they have any treasures for you. We have to get your wand anyway."

Harry gave a bright smile. A wand! He wanted one really badly because his daddies had wands. He nodded hyperly.


Harry screamed and fought while people tried to measure him for clothes. Why couldn't his house elf make his clothes like normal? Finally, Daddy Remus picked him up so he calmed. His daddies were apologizing telling them that he didn't like being touched. He was set back down and glared at the workers but the tape measurer just floated around him measuring him by itself. He looked at them and nodded. They all let out sighs of relief.

Remus and Severus both made mental notes to take Harry to his Healer to be tested for some form of Autism or something to explain why Harry didn't like being touched except when they were hugging him, kissing him, and carrying him. They had never thought to test their son for disabilities and wondered if it could also explain Harry's distant personality , and his not wanting to talk.

Fabrics were being held up for Harry to choose from. Harry blinked at them.

"Feel them and tell us which one you like." The eldest lady in the room said.

Harry did. he was soon rubbing his cheek against the silk. he liked this one.

"Good taste, son." Remus said, nodding. He loved not living in poverty. He'd made a name for himself writing Defense and History books and was rather well off. Of course with the Prince, Potter and Black fortunes they would never need to want for nothing so they spoiled Harry rotten and gave him anything he wanted. Dispite that Harry was never selfish or acted as the older Draco Malfoy had acted. "Now choose colors."

The women held out a bunch of colors. Harry pointed to the black.

"Okay, choose another." the eldest woman, the shop owner said. Harry grabbed the black. He wanted this color. "Everything in black then?" Harry nodded. "Very well. "

"He is so your son." Remus scoffed to Severus rolling his eyes.

Severus silently agreed. Harry didn't know it but he was going to have to go through the process of getting hats of some sort as well. He knew it would probably be torture for him but Harry burned if under the sun too long even with sun block charms.

Harry ofcourse had his own ideas. He glared until they went along with the same process as before. They held up different styles of hats for him. He chose a puffy hat, think little T.K. from digimon season 1, Again he made his demand for black.

With that he had to choose what style of shorts and shirts he wanted.