Severus welcomed the day light. The night was filled of nightmares. Over and over again he would see Lilys lifeless corpse, her eyes accused him of betrayal and murder. He blamed himself every second of everyday. He especially blamed himself when he looked into the innocent eyes of Harry, who not only lost his mother, but his father as well. He couldn't believe all that happened. It was all a blur.

But in the weeks that follwed, Harry mended Severus's heart with every little smile, every little twinkle of his eyes.

Six months had passed, Severus took Harry for a day out. It was a beautiful day, bright sunny skys, birds chirped, and every family seemed to be out and about teaching younger wizards how to fly a broom or playing backyard versions of quidditch, Severus decided to take Harry out on a stroll around Belle Park. Harry giggled happily watching people zoom around on brooms. Severus sprawled out a blanket and gently sat Harry down on it and sat opposite him. Harry crawled towards Sev. "Harry." he chuckled, "Do you ever sit still, my child?" he asked.

Harry looked up at the man, "Dada."

Severus cuddled the child in his arms. "Thats right my son." He kissed Harrys forehead and cradled him. Severus felt the guilt burrowing in his soul. This isn't how things were supposed to be. He knew that it should be James cradling Harry. It was Lily who should be strolling in the park with her family. Severus packed Harry up and went home.

Severus was shysterical by the time he got Harry home. He put the toddler in the crib, and lit a fire, he placed a call within the flames. "You were right." He sobbed. "About the constant guilt, about the boy... about everything." The reciever stayed quiet for a long time. "I need your guidance..." Severus begged.

"I told you this would happen... You never listen to me." The reciever spoke quietly. "I cannot tell you how to erase the guilt, I can only remove the burden..."

"Remove the burden?" Severus asked. "To remove my burden is to take away my life, leaving The boy fatherless, in the care of strangers. I cannot imagine-"

"I don't mean taking your life, Severus..." The reciever interrupted him.

"What are you saying? Are you suggesting taking Harry?"

"It is the only way to ease the burden."

Severus looked at Harry. "Forget we had this conversation. I am not giving him up. I made a promise." Severus extingushed the flames. He sat in his chair and poured a small glass of liquor. Something he hadn't done, or even thought of in the past six months. Soon he found him self pouring a third and a fourth glass. A spilled glass and an empty liquor bottle later, Severus, slumped out of his chair and passed out on the floor.

The morning light broke through the cracked door. Severus opened his eyes slowly, looking around. The front door was open, he sprung to his feet and ran to Harrys empty crib. He frantically threw the blankets up, knowing Harry wouldn't be under them. Severus searched every nook and cranny of his house, yelling out Harrys name. He stopped dead in his tracks pulled his hair, he blamed himself. If he wouldn't have drank, he wouldn't have passed out, he wouldn't have let HER take Harry. How could he have let this happen. What kind of father was he? He was turning into his father... One man he didn't want to be. He lit the flames and placed a call...

Menacing laughter answered. "Severus, my dear..." He reciever laughed, "You made that so easy."

"Give me back my son."

"Or what? Are you going to kill me? Are you going to kill your own mother?!"

"I will have Harry back."

"You are not fit to be a father, A drunk, just like your father."

Severus put the flames out and grabbed his cloak, Gripping his wand tightly. "One way or another I will have my son back."