(A/N: Okay, so this is my first fan fiction. I am not completely sure as to when the school year started for the students of Hogwarts, so I just used the basic system for when I start school, which is Mid September- early June :) )
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
'Crying.. Who's crying?' I sat up with a start, the muffled cries from the other room caused my heart to ache.
Slowly I got up and slipped into my robe. Shaking the sleep from my eyes, I walked down the hall. I stopped in front of a door. I was dreading what was in that room, and yet I knew I had to go in there. With everyone out for the night, I had to face my demon.. My burden.. My child.
For the first the three months that she has been alive, I have only seen her twice. I couldn't stand the sight of her. I knew now was the time I had to step up, and be the father I told her I would be.
I pushed the door open, and for the first time in 3 months, took in the babies room. It was a small, quaint room, the walls were green and silver with moons and stars around the middle. The rocking chair swayed in the soft breeze that came through the open window. Six feet in front of me, in the left corner of the room, was her crib. The mobile swirled lightly, the dragons and snakes dancing in the wind.
Tentatively I walked towards the crib, and looked down at what half mine. Everything from her red hair and fair skin screamed of her mother. I wished now more than anything that she could be here. The only difference were her eyes, they were not the same hazel brown that he mother had.. No, they were an icy blue.
I reached down and picked her up. Cradling her in my arms I went and sat down. " You look so much like your mother. " I said, waving my wand with my free hand to conjure up a warm bottle. I stuck the nipple in her mouth and continued to rock back and forth with a sigh. Everything I had been avoiding in the last 3 months had coming crashing down around me.
I smiled as her greedy lips sucked down the bottle. " You must have been very hungry. I wish you mother could be here to see how beautiful you turned out." I rubbed her chubby red cheek and swallowed hard, tears began falling from my eyes. I would give anything to go back and change the past. It was all my fault, I couldn't be strong enough for her. I couldn't save her.
I closed my eyes and looked down at my child, and I let my mind begin to wonder back to the happiest days of my life.