Harry Potter and the Year of the Little

Good Morning

Lucius' POV

Right as the coffee finished Sev walked into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. I grabbed both cups of coffee and set them on the table. "WAAAAHHHH!" came a cry. "I'll cook breakfast," Sev offered. I nodded and rushed up the stairs. The noise was coming from Harry's room.

I sighed and opened the door. Poor Harry had tears running down his face and his face was red. I ran over and picked him up. I bounced him while walking to the changing table and laid him down. He tried to sit up but I held a firm hand on his tummy and gave him a binky. He quieted down and stopped trying to sit up. I made quick work of his diaper and soon he was in a fresh one and had a black onesie that said, "Daddy's Little Boy". He also had light blue jeans on.

I unclipped him from the table and headed downstairs. Dragon must have gotten up when I was getting Harry ready. He sat in his booster seat with some oatmeal placed in front of him. I set Harry in his highchair and walked over to Draco. I kissed him on the head and sat down next to him. I let Sev take care of Harry so I could eat. I loaded my plate with eggs and sausage and began to eat.

After a few minutes of near silence, Harry was banging loudly on his tray, Sev asked, "Do you mind feeding Harry?" I nodded and stood up. I grabbed the bowl from Severus and he dashed out of the room. I knew he had a few potions to brew today. I spooned up a big glob of oatmeal and brought it to Harry's mouth. He opened and I slipped the spoon inside. He swallowed and I repeated the process until the bowl was gone.

I cleaned up the dishes and set them in the sink for the house elves. I grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water so I could wash both boys' faces. I got Draco first and he barely complained. After his face and hands were clean I unbuckled his straps and helped him out of his booster. He ran out of the room and a few moments later I heard the TV turn on.

For Harry, it was a bit more difficult. After many failed tries and a few tears, I finally got his hands clean. "No Dada," he whined. "Almost done Hare. You are being such a good boy," I praise. He smiled and clapped his, clean, hands. I quickly finish wiping his face and then take away his tray. I re-wet the washcloth and wipe down the tray before putting it back on the high chair.

I use the washcloth to also wipe down the table. While I am doing this Harry starts pounding his hands on his tray. "Baby, please stop?" I asked, feeling an oncoming headache. He didn't listen and continued to pound. I still had some dishes to put away so I decided to take away the tray. He screamed when I did and started to sob. I rubbed my forehead and took him out of the high chair. I had a feeling today was going to be a long day since Harry was still a little crabby and was new to his little headspace.