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Harry. My son. My beautiful baby boy. I hold you and look at you, a gurgling, giggling (and occasionally gassing) little baby. I know that you'll never have the life I and your mum want for you. What is that life? That life is one where there is no Voldemort. Where there is little trouble. Where your Godfather Padfoot and your Uncle Moony find people who love them. Padfoot, of course, claims that every woman he meets loves him. And many do, if only for one night. But your godfather is a man who deserves a woman who will love the good man that he is. So does your Uncle Moony, furry little problem aside.

Most of all, it would be a life where I could watch you grow up happy and without fear and give you lots of baby brothers and sisters to play with. Where I could do things teach you how to fly without hitting the poor cat. I swear that animal will never recover. And now you're laughing. At least someone finds it funny. Alright, so do I, but your mother sure as hell didn't. It is her cat, after all.

But this isn't that world. This is a world of fear, and darkness. If it wasn't for the wonder that is your mother, I would have gone mad. And you. You, my beautiful baby boy, you remind me why I don't give up. You're a symbol of hope, life and of a better future. This is the world we've got. If Voldemort came through the door right now, I would sacrifice my life for you and your mum in a moment. I would give my today to let you both have a tomorrow. Why? Because daddy loves you, Harry. Daddy loves you both so very much.