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"Mummy, Daddy, wake up!" Severus heard blearily before a very heavy projectile landed on his chest. Eyes flying open, he glared with mock ferocity at the green-eyed child now clambering over his body and snuggling into the space between Severus and Lily. Severus turned to her and let out a groan as he rolled his eyes at their son's antics.

Lily grinned at the bundle of energy and bony edges (Merlin, thought Severus, did children have a secret society in which they plotted how to best utilize their little elbows, shoulders, knees, and heads to achieve maximum discomfort for their poor parents?).

"Harry," she murmured, and her melodic, maternal voice washed over Severus, filling him with peace. "It's too early to get up." She slid her slender arms around him, and he squirmed a bit as he pulled the sheets up over his head, making himself comfortable.

"That's right," Severus growled (but he wasn't really angry), "make yourself at home, why don't you, you silly little ungrateful tadpole."

"Tadpole," the boy repeated, popping his head out from under the covers, his eyes shining brightly. "You've never used that one before."

"Well, you are a tadpole! You're all small and wiggly and full of motion...."

Harry giggled and laid his head against his father's shoulder. Severus smiled lopsidedly and ruffled his son's orderly black hair fondly with his left hand. His bare forearm, illuminated by the hazy pre-dawn light that filtered in through the window, was unblemished.

The little one's eyelashes fluttered, and he closed his eyes that so strongly mirrored his mother's. Severus glanced over at Lily, still smiling. She gazed back at him, warmth radiating from those beautiful eyes.

"I love you," he whispered to her.

She beamed back at him, and he felt that familiar feeling deep in his chest—that wonderful sensation of loving, and being loved. "I love you too," she whispered back.

Their son, so recently the epitome of wakefulness, was now silent. Severus and Lily watched the diminutive human between them as he inhaled and exhaled peacefully.

Then Severus heard the thumps of metal against stone, followed by an earsplitting wail. The scene before him became indistinct, and he grew confused. He shook his head to clear it, and blinked.

All was dark. He sat up in bed. The screaming sound continued. Reaching for his wand lying on the bed table, he whispered hoarsely, "Lumos." His old gray nightshirt's left sleeve had ridden up his arm during the night, so he jerked it down to cover the ever-darkening Mark. He located a ratty old pair of slippers, wincing at the discordant sound still emanating loudly and without pause from the otherwise silent corridors.

He opened his door, scowling, and made his way outside into the dark maze of Hogwarts' hallways. Probably it was Potter breaking curfew again.

He grimaced as he tried to swallow the lump lodged in his throat. Remind me again, he thought wearily, why I ever bother attempting to sleep?

The best dreams made for the worst nightmares.

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