Disclamier: Don't own
This story is dedicated to Fabian Cedric Fox, who is not yet born, but due on February 14th, 2011.
Just a sweet litle scene between father and son.
"Dad?"
Harry Potter was on his feet in an instant, rubbing at his eyes and jamming his glasses onto his nose. The small green-clad figure in front of him came slowly into view and he blinked again to clear away the shadows.
"Dad?" Albus Severus repeated, clutching a small stuffed dragon to his chest. His dark hair was a ruffled mess and his emerald green eyes looked worried.
Harry smiled wearily. "Yes, Al?" he asked, yawning widely. He glanced at his wristwatch for the time: 2 AM.
Albus looked down at his dragon, stroking the toy's spines with his index finger. "Dad, I had a nightmare."
Harry smiled softly. This he could deal with. "About what, son?"
Albus shrugged. "I can't remember. But it was dark and scary and someone was laughing all high and icy." A strange expression crept over his face and he shivered, clutching his dragon closer to his chest. "Dad…"
Harry knelt and gathered his son into his arms, murmuring, "It's alright. We're all at home and safe, buddy."
Albus snuggled into his father's chest, wrapping his arms around his dragon as he nodded in agreement.
Harry smiled into his son's dark hair and moved up the stairs, taking a left and turning into Albus' room. He laid the boy down in his bed, smoothing his hair back and murmuring with a determined look, "You're safe, Albus. And nothing will ever change that."
Just a little one-shot...I was feeling sentimental...
