Carlisle slowly shifted Harry in his arms cradling him like a baby before slowly placing him back on to the sofa and tucking him in. He sat there and watched his son's peaceful face before standing up and left with one last kiss upon his forehead.

He turned before he shut the door and whispered to the room "Goodnight son." Before closing the door behind him.

Harry stared at the door eyes watery and a lone tear trailing down his face.

"Goodnight Dad."

Chapter 4

~Several Hours Before~

Harry's head tossed and turned restlessly upon the pillow where his head lay. His dreams shadowed in darkness, pain and hurt as a long last memory reappeared within his head.

~340 Years Ago~

He stood in a fairly modest sized room, the walls painted in a natural and calming pastel green. The windows were stained glassed which allowed coloured patterns to print along the walls as the last day light slowly dimmed and was replaced by the midnight sky.

Within the room was a simple rocking chair, a changing table, a cot and several candles which had been lit to keep some light within the room. In the corner Harry spotted a young man with light blond hair holding a child who looked no older than two, with jet black hair.

With some shock Harry came to the realisation that it was Carlisle who was holding the baby.

"Sssh" he heard the soft voice whisper to the child as he stirred somewhat within the man's tender hold. "Go to sleep son, the stars are shining bright tonight upon you. You're watched and loved. They'll look after you and so will your Mother and I. You're so loved Harry, so, so, loved. Never forget that. I'll spend the rest of my life saying that to you my son. Go to sleep." Carlisle whispered adoringly to the young child.

Harry stood shocked as his name was stated to the child. He slowly stepped forward unseen by Carlisle to peer around his shoulder at the child. Harry stumbled back in shock at his younger self's face staring up at Carlisle with such wonder.

No! This must be a dream! This wasn't him. He was the son of James and Lily Potter! However, deep down Harry knew that he wasn't and the scene playing before his very eyes was correct.

Carlisle was his father. He had a father! Tears started to appear in Harry's eyes he wasn't alone! He had a family! Someone who loved him. He watched as Carlisle pushed a gentle kiss on Harry's head and then placed him into the cot, covered him over then walked out the door leaving it ajar.

He watched the baby version of himself in wonder. Suddenly a BANG was heard from outside and heavy footsteps running towards him.

The door of the nursery was flung open and two women flooded into the room wands out and pointed at the startled child. A scream was heard from downstairs followed by a heart wrenching shout of "Harry!" Carlisle was coming to save him. His father was coming.

However, as he reached the door it swung closed in his face locking him out of the room where Harry lay defenceless.

One of the woman walked forward. She reminded him of Bellatrix with the slightly crazed looked, yellow rotting teeth and tangled dirt matted hair. She slowly approached the cot not bothered but the frantic hitting of the nursery door.

"You my young sweet child will die." The woman cooed mockingly at the child in front of her. Her face twisted in a sinister smile showing her cracked rotting, yellow teeth. "You are the one thing your father loves the most. You shall be the payment he makes for the witch hunts and blood on his hands. You are the dead's' justice. You are the price a father must pay for his sins."

She turned to the blonde haired woman and wave her hand in a shoo motion. "Deal with the father." The woman seemed to melt from the room and disappeared.

The Bellatrix look alike turned to Harry her wand pointed at him and began to chant. "Paternum et justitia fieri peccatis solvantur . Sanguis enim eius in patris manum porrigere nimium dilexit et dabitur vita qui fefellisset"(1)

A gold light left her wand and hit Harry. His cries grew louder and louder until they died down and he disappeared. The woman turned on the spot and vanished cackling madly. The door flew open as Carlisle ran in shout "Harry?! Harry?!" The man looked around, in the cot then fell to his knees in despair. "NO! HARRY!" The man let out a heart breaking sob muttering Harry's name over and over again. "Come back!"

Harry awoke with a gasp his top soaked through with sweat. He sighed as he remembered the dream. How did he get to where he was today? What had his father done what was so bad? He laid back down and drifted off into a restful sleep.

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~Several Hours Later~

Harry slowly stumbled off of the sofa, his cheeks igniting in heat as he remembered himself collapsing onto Carlisle and been held by him.

He enjoyed the contact however, as he had been starved of touch ever since he had been left at his 'Aunt' and 'Uncles' house. How did he end up there? Harry shook his head and slowly padded to the door before gently opening it and peeking his head out looking left and right. He didn't see anyone and so feeling a bit braver he stepped out of the room before heading to the staircase.

The staircase was a grand oak staircase which twisted as it reached the floor below. However, as Harry looked up he could also see the staircase reached up and could lead him to several over floors within the house. It looked very similar to his own house which he had recently brought.

He slowly placed his foot on the first stair before his over foot followed gently onto the other step. He soon reached the ground floor. He looked around and saw no-one.

He continued on in his journey until he reached the door which led to the front room. In the room where several sofas with a big flat screen T.V. and a big roaring fire. He stared in amazement at the beauty and simplicity of the room. He was in such deep thought that he didn't hear the approaching footsteps.

"Harry?" A gentle voice inquired behind him. He jumped startled and turned swiftly to see Carlisle standing there with a gentle smile on his face.

"Hello Carlisle, thank you ever so much for letting me stay but I think I've out stayed my welcome." Harry started to walk towards the door before Carlisle stopped him.

"Why don't you stay for something to eat? A drink?" Harry thought about it. Yeah it'd be nice to get to know his Dad, even though he didn't know Harry knew.

"Ok then, I'll have a tea please if that isn't too much to ask."

Carlisle shook his head before moving towards the kitchen and boiling the kettle. "Of course not. Have a seat." He pointed towards the table and chairs.

"I think we need to talk" Harry said with a weak smile.

(1)A father's sins must be paid and justice shall be made. For the blood upon a father's hand is too much to bare and so a life of a loved one shall be taken for those who have been mistaken

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