“Where is Severus?” he asked, I was slightly shocked but tried not to show it.

“Here My Lord” he answered. Had this been the plan all along? to get me here?

I remember looking at him. Feeling such pity. This wasn’t my father anymore. This wasn’t the man I had longed of for so long. My father was tall, handsome, with bright eyes. Perhaps this was the look of a broken man. A man that had lost a woman and child. A man that felt like he had nothing left. It was to be me that ended up as the broken one. It was to be me that would know what it was like to have a broken heart. He looked at me, I don’t know if he saw my mother or if he understood my stare but he simply said.

“I never cared for you or your mother. You never had a loving father.”

I knew this to be a lie. And worst of all I knew it to be a lie of love. To say I was angry is nothing. To say I hurt is nothing. We left and I said nothing. We went home I did nothing. Over the next few days, I slowly, gradually began to fade. It hurt to breath, to move. On the third day, I came down for breakfast and I collapsed.

This is what becomes of the broken hearted. That is what I had become.