James Charlus Potter gasped for breath as something barrelled into his chest. Groping for his glasses on his side table he looked down as a dark little shape moved in the almost pitch blackness of his room. Settling on his glasses he noticed a roar of thunder break the silence of the night.

"What's wrong Flower?" He asked gently moving his daughter under the blankets where she clinged for dear life to him.

"The lights make scawy shadows. And it goes boom supah loud." She whimpered as a flash of lightning streaked the room full of light.

"It's okay, I'm here. There's nothing to be afraid of now." He kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms tightly around her small shivering frame. "Did you know, your mother used to be afraid of the thunder and lightning too, but she always tried to face her fear? She used to make me get up with her in the middle of the night and dance outside with her."

"Will-ly?" Sniffles broke through her speech as she relaxed into his hold. "Was my mommy scared of shadows too?"

"Sometimes, but it's not the type of shadows you see. She was scared of some people she used to know, and if you got placed with a relative of hers if we both had ever died." He brushed her inky black curls out of her face, smoothing the tears across her cheeks.

"Why? Is they bad people?" She dug her nose into his neck, tiny arms still clutching at his bare chest. Cold little toes pressing into his abdomen.

"I'm not sure." He sighed. "Go to sleep, Moony's coming in the morning to watch you for the day. We don't want you to be all grouchy for him."

"M'kay. I love you Daddy."

"Love you too Flower."