It was 11 o'clock at night and Harry had been in bed for a couple of hours at this point.

I was watching some crappy 80's nighttime Tv, but then I heard a blood curdling scream, so I ran upstairs to see if Harry was ok.

"Daddy!"
"Shh, I'm here Baby, I'm here"

I picked Harry up and wrapped my arms around him, I started to rock back and forth, just to calm him.

"Hey Hare-Bear, you want to talk about it?"
"Voldemort killed you, Daddy what if he comes back?"
"(Sighs), look, Sweetie, he probably will come back, and that scares me very much, because the entirety of the wizarding world will put the defeat of Voldemort on your little shoulders even though you are a child"

Harry looked up at me, his Emerald eyes full of concern for me and still full of unshed tears.

"How did I survive a killing curse?"
"It was a fluke because there is about a hundred ways to mess up a killing curse, but wizarding society in Britain won't accept that, since it means accepting that they don't have a saviour"
"Can you stay Daddy?"
"I wasn't planning on going anywhere Hare-bear"
"Just checking"
"Ok Sweetie"

So I held Harry for the entire night, because the kid really, really needed it,