"Daddy, how are roses like you and me?" The small 3 year old boy asked, his big green eyes wide with curiosity and wonder.

Tom smiled "They look beautiful and petite, but can harm quite easily, Hadrian." Tom grabbed the rose the boy was holding and placed in Hadrian's long hair. "There, now you smell and look like a real rose."

The little boy laughed and smiled "I love you, Daddy."

Tom wrapped his arms around the boy "I love you too."

The nightmares haunted him at night and bugged him throughing the day. Every sight, smell, and action would remind him of the sin he done.

5 year old Hadrian looked sorrowful when his father faced him.

"Hadrian, what's wrong?" Tom asked concerned.

"Do you still love me, even thought I'm a squib?"

Tom was silent for a while before he grabbed Hadrian's hand

"No matter what happens, I'll love you always my little rose."

Hadrian smiled.

He regrets everyday what he did. Why didn't he just erase his memories or put him in an orphanage? But he already knows the answer: he didn't want to ever have proof he was like his father. Instead he was worst.

"Hadrian, come here."

The small 7 year old ran towards his father, who was acting strangely cold to him.

"Yes, Father."

"Grab a hold of this portkey." He gave no explanation why.

Hadrian and Tom grabbed the port key at the same key, letting them land in a meadow.

"Hadrian, I'm sorry for this." Tom pulled his wand out and aimed it at his son, his only heir.

Everyday he wishes for a second chance, why did he listen to the whims of his death eaters? He was their lord, not the other way around!

Hadrian didn't look a bit surprised.

He didn't defend himself or try to run, it was a lost cause if he tried.

"Father, I have a finally question for you."

Tom was surprised but maintained a neutral look on his face "Speak."

"Do you still love me?"

With tears running down his face, Tom replied "I never stopped loving you, little rose."

Hadrian smiled "I love you too, father."

Tom looked away from this son as he said the last thing Hadrian would ever hear "Avada Kedrava."

A small body flopped to the ground and with a quick spell turned to ash. Tom took the portkey back to the manor, but not before smelling the burning scent of roses and death.

And to top it off, he did the same thing to someone else over and made the prophecy happen. After all prophecies only happen if the individuals let it happen.

Voldemort read the paper with a rage. Towards the end of the person was the list of children born that week and right there on July 31st, the same day he killed his son 17 years before, was a son born to the Potter family: Hadrial (Had-Jer-L) Jameson Potter or for short Harry James Potter. The name sounded too much like Hadrian Jackson Riddle.

"Severus" He called with a hiss.

A pale man walked towards him "Yes, my lord?"

"Tell me everything you know about the Potters."

It was ironic how the spell he used to kill his son, almost destroyed him. Maybe it was fate's way of kicking his ass. Or maybe the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

Voldemort sneered at the toddler that stared at him like he was a close friend instead of his parent's murders.

Even thought he wanted to hate the child for daring to have his son's name, it wasn't the child's fault.

At least if the child died, their would be no threat to his demise. He wasn't quite ready to meet all the family members he killed like his father, grandparents, ex-wife, and his son.

Voldemort raised his wand at the the boy but the toddler raised his face at him and he almost jumped. The same cherub-like face, thick curly black hair, pale skin, and to top it off eyes the color of the killing curse. Hadrian used to have eyes comparable to emerald, but Harry's eyes haunted him deeply.

It was ironic how the boy supposed to defeat him had the face of the death he regretted the most with eyes of the curse he used to kill the person.

Voldemort raised his wand once more, ignoring the sound his heart made to harm that face again.

"Avada Kedrava!"

Before the spell backfired and he was turned into a wraith, he felt a pair of eyes staring at him and a heavy smell of roses with a hint of death.