Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Everything belongs to JK Rowling.
Harry Potter awoke with a start. He could hear crying from down the hallway. Quietly, so he wouldn't wake his wife, who was sleeping peacefully, he got out of bed and went to check on his sons.
Harry opened James' door and peered in. The four-year-old was sound asleep, his mouth open and his reddish-brown hair sticking up in all directions. Al must have had another nightmare, Harry thought. He closed James' door and went across the hall to his youngest son's room.
Little Albus was sitting on his tiny bed, bawling his eyes out. He looked up as soon as he heard Harry enter the room. Harry went to Al's bed and put a comforting arm around the small boy's shoulder. Albus snuggled closer to his father and rested his head on his shoulder.
"Al?" Harry asked. "Did you have a bad dream?"
He nodded.
"Do you want to tell me what it was about?"
Albus nodded again.
"I had a dream that a bad man was gonna hurt me," Albus said quietly. "He looked real scary, too, Daddy. I don't want him to hurt me!"
"It's alright, Al," Harry said gently. "It was only a dream. Nobody will ever hurt you if I can help it."
"Really?" Albus asked.
"Really," Harry replied.
Right as Harry was about to leave the room, he heard the small boy's voice.
"I love you, Daddy."
Harry smiled at the three-year-old.
"I love you, too, my son."
A/N: Well, what did you think? Please review! It's my first fanfic, but i don't care if you don't like it. :)
