Disclaimer- I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slay or the Harry Potter series.
A/N- this has not been beta. This might not be logical but I tried to think about how a nine year old child would look at his parents fighting for the first time (in his eyes at least) and him not hearing everything.
Tears poured down his face unnoticed as he huddled listening to the argument. His mother had grabbed his father as soon as he had left the bedroom with the hurt woman and dragged him to the one beside it. The hurtful words soon followed. His mother would never lie but he could not believe that his father would leave them like this! He was a good man!
More tears trailed down his face as a hiccup was added to his breathing. Thoughts ran wild through his mind trying to find a reason his world was crashing around him. Was his father leaving? Had his mother done something wrong to drive his father away? Had his father? Or was he at fault that his parents were suddenly not happy?
The door in front of him cracked open and blonde hair with dark roots poked out. Slowly she emerged from the doorway moving stiffly. Her eyes reminded him of Uncle Padfoot when he thought no one was looking, dark and empty.
Then they landed on him.
And he knew.
She was the reason.
The one that hurt his family.
And he knew true hate for the first time. Even though the war had been going since before he was born, it had not truly touched him. No one close to him had died, his life spent within these walls.
But her, the one that was causing his parents to not love each other, the one that was going to take his father away, was standing before him.
Hurting his mother.
Hurting his father.
He would not let this happen.
"You. Can. Not. Have. Him!" He growled out.
Surprise lite upon her face. Shock freezing her just steps away from the door. Her eyes flew to his.
"What?" she breathed out.
He noticed her eyes didn't fill with life as his uncle's did.
"I won't let you have him. He's MY father! He belongs to MY mother and ME! You think you can just come here and take him but I won't let you! You're not wanted here! Go AWAY! STAY AWAY! I WON'T LET YOU TAKE HIM! I WON'T LET YOU HURT! MY FAMILY!" His voice steadily rose until he was shouting.
"YOU'RE NOTHING YOU HEAR ME NOTHING! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE! GO AWAY AND LET HIM ALONE! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!" His parents fight had ceased but he noticed not. The woman flinched with each word that came from his mouth until tears gathered at her eyes but he took this to mean that he was right. That he had caught on to what she was doing and calling her on it.
The thought that she might be blameless never entered his nine year old mind, that all of this was a misunderstanding. He just knew that it had to be her fault.
Because his mother never lied.
Because his father was a good man.