He was brought out of his memories by three different reactions to his anger. Hermione was on her feet screaming at him in defense of her Brother, even before the adoption, the twins had, had a bond that even their parents couldn’t hope to have with them. But even with his daughter’s angry tirade, he could only focus on his son’s whimpering as he burrowed into Severus’ robes while his Godfather whispered soothingly into his ear. Powerful and overwhelming guilt flooded him, running over to his son, he cradled him into his arms. Even after the eight years of loving care, Harry was small for his age, the abuse both Harry and Hermione had endured during their first few years had stunted their bodies. They would always be smaller than their peers. Once his son was safely bundled in his arms, Tom paced the room singing one of the songs Harry and Hermione had loved to fall asleep to when they had first started to trust him.