Author: This chap is dedicated to HecateDeMort:grins: Always luv yur reviews.

It was as though seeing his son had opened some sort of window for Harry, because now he found himself suffering from visions.

They weren't the normal visions of Voldemort. They were of James.

And what Harry saw scared him.

The screams and the blood were everywhere in his mind's eye. The cold, callous words his son spoke before he tortured and killed his victims were filled with barely suppressed hatred.

He shuddered as James' face filled his mind. The child's face, which looked so much like Harry's own, was always covered in blood, his narrowed eyes gleaming with mirth.

No matter how he looked at it, his son was a killer.

Harry felt it was his fault.

He had lost his baby and closed his heart toward the child Voldemort claimed to be James. It was his moment of weakness, he knew now that no matter what it would still be James, he would still be his son.

I have to get out of here. Harry closed his eyes, there was no use in keeping them open since he couldn't see anyway. I have to find my son.

As his mind tried to process an escape route his ears caught the sound of rustling on the other side of his door.

He immediately lifted himself from his crouch, hope filling his chest. "Hello?" He called out, praying it wasn't another Death Eater and that he actually had a chance at surviving.

A heavy click resounded through the otherwise silent cell and Harry felt his breath catch in fear.

Fool, who do you think would come to your rescue? His inner voice chided.

How could he have ever harbor a sliver of hope? Everyone he trusted was gone, who the hell would come to save him?

If this is what it comes down to, just get it over with. Harry grimaced as he turned his head away from the light that flickered through, dreading the oncoming blow.

"Harry?" A timid voice echoed through the darkness and his soul.

Harry tensed as an intense loathing settled in his veins. He turned toward the figure in the doorway.

"What do you want?" He spat.

Severus sighed. "I've come to get you out of here." He replied calmly.

"What?" Harry scowled.

"You must leave this place." Severus murmured lowly. "The Dark Lord is planning to kill you before his followers."

"So?" Harry replied dully. "Do you think I care anymore?"

"Harry." Severus frowned.

The Gryffindor's eyes blazed. "Don't you dare say my name!" He roared.

The older man frowned and squared his shoulders. "Your dislike for me will do nothing to change my mind; I've come to help you escape." He informed.

"Bollocks." Harry growled. "What is this? Are you trying to atone for your sins? Trying to save the Boy Who Deserves to Die to clear your conscious? Or maybe you want to – "

"I'm trying to save the man I love!" Severus finally yelled, interrupting Harry's words.

Emerald orbs widened in surprise and then narrowed. "Lies." He hissed.

"No, I'm not lying to you Harry, I never stopped loving you." Severus tried to explain.

"Then why did you betray me?" Harry screamed. "Did you think you were proving your love to me then?"

"What was I supposed to do Harry? There was no Dumbledore to protect me against the Dark Lord, I had no choice!"

"You could have stayed with me Severus! I would have protected you!" Harry cried in frustration.

"Like you've done for yourself?" Severus replied lowly. "Look where you are Harry, how could you possibly protect me when you can't even take care of yourself or your son?"

Harry's eyes flashed before he lunged at the Potions Master, knocking them into the hall beyond.

"You bastard!" He screamed as he pummeled the man's chest with his weakened fists. "I hate you!"

Severus allowed the fists to beat at his chest, wincing slightly as Harry's knees dug into his sides as he straddled his waist.

"You deserve no kindness Severus." Harry sobbed as angry tears streamed down his cheeks. "I've lost everything!"

Slowly Harry lost himself to his tears and he remained bowed over Severus, shoulders heaving with his sobs.

"I'm sorry." Severus whispered, gently stroking the boy's head.

A roughened chuckle interrupted their moment, if it could even be called that, and both men froze in a mix of shock and fear.

"Now what could possibly be going on here?"