A/n: Well, I didn't get too many reviews on the first bit, but hey, what can I expect! Thanks to Jacksfluzey and Phx-Songbird for their kind words!

Disclaimer: (NOTE: THIS WILL BE MY LAST FOR THE STORY!) I do not own Harry Potter or the Song/ Lullaby Baby Mine.

Chapter Two: Daddy?

My name is Severus Snape, but mummy calls me Sevvy. Daddy doesn't call me either one. He calls me "boy" or "little bastard" or other things like that, but I don't know what they mean sometimes. I am seven years old today. Mummy says I am a big boy now and that I shouldn't act like a little boy any more. She says that I should not cry when daddy hits me, or ask daddy for a hug.

Mummy says that it is alright for me to ask her for a hug, and to cry sometimes, but not when daddy is around, because he will get mad at me for acting like a baby. She says that if I am good today, she will bring me a special treat of chocolate cake tonight when daddy is sleeping. I am trying so very hard to be good, but somehow daddy is still getting mad at me.

He is holding a funny looking bottle in his hand, and the stuff inside does not smell very nice. Sometimes when he has had about three of those strange bottles, he gets very very angry and yells at mummy and me and sometimes he hits us to. He hits me a lot, not as much as mummy, but no one knows that. Today he has had two of the bottles and I am sitting trying to be very quite, staring at my trainers, so that, if I am good, I may have some cake.

Daddy yells at mummy for her to bring him another bottle. That makes three. I really wished very hard one a shooting star last night that maybe, if I was good, and mummy was nice, he would only have one or two bottles, and not get angry like he does. I guess the star didn't hear me.

Daddy throws the bottle against the wall and screams at my mummy, who talks to him with nice words, saying that he should go for a walk, and some air, and then she falls down, because my daddy pushed her. Mummy looks at me and uses her mind-words to tell me to go to my room. I nod and get up without a sound and go up the stairs to my green and black and silver bedroom and climb on my bed.

I hear strange noises from downstairs, and I wonder what is happening to my mummy. I hear daddy yelling and then he storms up the stairs, and I am scared for a minute, but he just goes to their room and slams the door. So I wait. Suddenly, I feel very sad, and I begin to cry, because I so wished that for my birthday I would have a nice daddy for just one day.

Mummy comes in a while later with a plate. On the plate are two pieces of cake and some candles. She puts one in my cake and lights them with her wand as I cry quietly into her robes. She puts it on the desk for a moments and I blow it out, still crying. She gathers me up in her arms and places me head on her shoulder before she sings slowly: "Baby mine, don't you cry, Baby mine, dry your eyes, rest your head close to my heart,
never to part, baby of mine. Little one when you play, don't you mind what you say, let those eyes sparkle and shine, please never a tear, baby of mine. If he knew sweet little you, He'd end up loving you too, All those same people who scold you, What they'd give just for the chance to hold you., from your head to your toes your not much, goodness knows but your so precious to me cute as can be, baby of mine." I slowly drift off to sleep while mummy holds me, rocking slowly and singing. I snuggle into her shoulder as my tears stop and I start to hiccup. Mummy laughs and holds me close, and keeps singing until I fall asleep.

When I wake up, mummy is gone, and there is a piece of chocolate cake on my desk just for me.