"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" he bellowed. Harry couldn't help but flinch back. "You could've been hurt! You could've died!" Severus continued his eyes showing true concern for the young boy. If anyone had told him he would love a son of Potter like his own son he would've laughed and had them shipped off to St Mungo's mental ward. But when his Lord bought him a tiny, sick, 4 year old Harry needing potions for his malnutrition and the cold the two twins had caught he fell in love. The small dark haired child who was terrified to leave his new Father's arms, who need reassurance he wasn't bad for not doing all the cleaning and cooking. Who needed to be told he could keep his soft toys, to be told he had a new family and he was loved and safe. He loved Draco and Hermione as well but he had been little Harry's private doctor as his Dark Lord and Lady couldn't risk going to the hospital until after the blood adoption. And now he wasn't a Potter he was the Dark Lord's son no question about it. "Hartford you have to understand you can't do stunts like that! Your life is so much more important than any trinket" he whispered pulling his nephew into his arms, he could feel the tears seeping through his robes. He hated yelling at his nephew but nowhere as much as Harry hated being yelled at.