It had been two years since Severus Snape had made his first animation. He was addicted to this muggle computer system and he could not stop making animations. Gradually, he stopped brewing potions and focused more on the different styles of animations. Cartoons, advertisements - he had all of these mastered. He even took those diplomas that were supposedly Muggle Masteries. Well, needless to say, he passed with flying colours.

Now, he was preparing for a speech in front of the Queen on how animations could enrich Great Britain and how it would revolutionize it. He was busy creating a new animation as his son attempted to get him to take a Pepper-Up Potion. He had not slept for three days and three nights!

Harry sighed. He really regretted introducing his father to a Muggle addiction. He knew how bad it was. He would have to get his father back into Potions again.

During dinner that night, Harry chose to broach the topic.

"Papa?"

"Mmhm?" Severus had indeed lost his manners, now talking with his mouth full.

"Do you think you could brew a dreamless sleep potion for me?"

"Why?" Severus was now skimming through the latest copy of his computer club magazine while attempting to stuff his mouth with the turkey breast.

"I'm having nightmares."

That simple statement immediately made Severus direct his full attention to Harry. "You have been having nightmare? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I," Harry faltered, "Oh, it was just that you were so busy you never talked to me anymore! Back when you were a Potions Master, you still had the time to talk to me and tuck me into bed. But now, I hardly see you and when I do, all you do is stuff your food into your mouth without any decorum that you once taught me. I miss you Dad."

Severus smiled sadly. Placing an arm round his son's shoulder, he held him tightly.

"I'm sorry, son. I was just so intrigued that I could make you proud by making my first flash cartoon that I told myself I would make you even more proud by clinching world honours. Perhaps you would love me even more." The last words were spoken with such a soft tone that Harry nearly missed it.

Harry hugged him back. "No Dad, I don't want any honour or any of that crap. I just want back my good old Dad who used to have greasy hair and a bad temper."

"Yes and then you will start hating me again."

"I won't. I'm sorry Dad."

He affectionately ruffled his son's hair.

A/N: Hey. This is a sequel to Flash! I hope you like it... :) Enjoy!