"But I'm stuffed!" Harry exclaimed pointing at his still half-full plate.

"Harry, you're forgetting that you're feeding two bodies now. You must eat enough."

This simple dialogue was enough to make Harry angry. He had a really hard time with the hormones that his body wasn't used to.

"Why are you always so pushy?!" he yelled.

"I'm not pushy, I'm persistent."

"Ow, I guess that 'persistency' really is a deatheater quality!" he screamed at Severus.

Severus' face lost all it's blood, and his features hardened, his eyes which shone just minutes before were deadly glaring black holes. He got up in a swift motion, and if it would have been any other person it would have been called running, stalked out of the rooms and slammed the door behind him.
Harry fell on his knees and cried, his tears resembling the enormous guilt he felt.

1 Week later

The doors of the hospital wing flew open and Severus stalked in.

"Pomfrey, where is he, what happened, is he all right, is the baby OK?!!!" he bellowed in her face.

"Mister Snape, I demand some self-control in this hospital wing. Harry is all right, and the baby is fine, so STOP stressing! Harry had a serious emotional breakdown. He felt guilty to death about something. He's now resting."

Harry lay in bed and heard the whole conversation.

"Oh God, it's all my fault. I could've killed them…my angels"

Severus sat down in shock on the chair that Pomfrey conjured for him.

"Oh god…" he whispered over and over again.

Harry heard him whisper and his heart broke all over again. But he finally fell asleep with the though that they were going to make it trough this still fresh in his mind.

Two days later Harry was released from the hospital wing. He and Severus walked next to each other , but a four feet apart down the corridors. Their cloaks billowing in the same way, and their emotions both hidden behind a rather blank face. Once they were in the rooms both sat down on the couch on different sides. They both didn't know what to say, how to apologize, to say they were sorry and wanted to start over again. Harry looked at his hands that were both stroking his belly, and dared to look up at his beloved. There were the black pools that told the story of longing to be a part of it too. Harry reached out and took Severus' hand, he softly placed the hand on his stomach and covered it with his own.
Relief spread over the potion master's face and he whispered.

"I'm so sorry…I, I love you"

Their hand locked over their child, and just before their lips locked in the sweetest make-up kiss Harry whispered.

"I love you more"

Severus awoke with a start, he bit back a scream at the image caught before his eyes. Cold sweat ran down his face and his hands were trembling. Knowing he wouldn't fall asleep again anyway, he slid out of the bed and patted into the living room. He sat down and put his head in his trembling hands.

Harry opened his eyes at the missing warmth of his love. Still sleepy he stumbled into the living room, and didn't need much time to see something was wrong with Severus. He silently sat down next to him and waited, knowing that Severus would start talking when he was ready. Severus slowly looked up, his face twisted into a mask of pain, guilt and disgust.

"I didn't stop." He said with a voice full of self-loathing. "I heard her pleas, I heard her screams, heard her beg, and I didn't stop." He whispered, referring to the nightmare.

Harry sat quiet, not knowing what to do with this information. He only knew that he didn't like the tone of Severus' voice.

"You had to do it, Severus, by sacrificing her you saved thousands"

"No, if I could sacrifice her, what kind of father would I be?"

"You're going to be great Severus, please" Harry begged, but he saw the cold stoic mask slide over Severus' face, and as he turned to him, he saw that the eyes were blank, black holes which seemed to hold nothing but loathing.

"No Potter, I will not be great, because I will never be a father. You were right, I am a deatheater, and my deeds can not be undone."

With that he stood up and glared at Harry who had tears in his eyes.

"Don't cry Potter, it makes you look even more pathetic."

Harry fell down on his knees, tears streaming over his face. Gasping for breath as his hurting heart pressed all the air out of his lungs. All tough Severus felt just as broken as Harry, he hid it behind his best sneer and stormed out of the rooms, his sleeping clothes changing into his blackest robes as he walked out of the door.