Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

You would have given your son the world, unlike them.

Each year, his Christmases seem to get worse and worse. You watch as his spoiled cousin opens a mountain of gifts, while he gets none. Instead of playing with his new toys, he is shoved in the cupboard, only allowed out in order to cook breakfast and watch his cousin open the gifts. His aunt yells at him to clean up the living room and smothers her son with kisses, no longer paying her nephew any attention.

He is only four years old, but you can already see that he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Your heart breaks as you watch your son lie on his cot, trying not to cry. He knows that he is unwanted, unloved, yet he doesn't understand why. If he had been with you, he would have been loved. He is still loved, though he does not know that.

It was supposed to be different. He was supposed to be in Godric's Hallow, enjoying Christmas with his true family. He would have a real bedroom, loads of toys to play with, and, most importantly, he would know that his Mum and Dad love him. He would never have to wonder why nobody loved him ever again, because you would give him the world.

But you are dead, and he is not. You know that he is loved, but he does not. He does not know that your heart breaks when you see him, abused, neglected, and much more sad than any four year old should be.

You are his father, and you feel guilty for not being able to give your son the life he deserves.