Harry sat in his living room with all the lights off. He liked the dark. Darkness was his solace. Darkness was a part of him. It was in his soul, part of who he was. Now he had passed it on to his only daughter. He had been powerless to stop it. He had tried, but nothing he did had gotten through to her. At first he had thought it was a kind of depression, much like he had gone through many times in his own life. But every time he had tried to talk to her she had either quickly withdrawn from the conversation or changed the subject.

On the rare occasion that he COULD get her to talk to him her answers were always short and vague. Nothing that gave him any clues as to what had been going on. Hermione had gotten much the same treatment when she had tried to talk to their daughter as well. Then the sneaking out late at night had started. They hadn't found out about it until about 3 months after it had started.

Harry had gotten up to use the loo in the middle of the night and then had decided to grab a quick snack before going back to bed. Harry squeezed his eyes shut as the memory played itself in his mind.

*Flashback*

Harry yawned as he made his way down the hallway towards the stairs. Despite the late hour, his stomach had decided that he was hungry, and would not allow him to go back to bed until he had gotten something to eat. So after a quick trip to the loo he made his way downstairs.

He was just passing Landry's bedroom when a movement caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. Backtracking, he watched as his eldest daughter stealthily climbed into the room through her bedroom window. She was fully dressed in the clothes she had been wearing earlier in the day, and was wearing an old traveling cloak that used to be his.

Harry stood silently as he watched her unclasp the cloak and drape it on the chair at her writing desk. It was then that Harry made his appearance known. “How long has this been going on?” he asked in a dangerous whisper. It was even worse than if he had yelled he knew. Hermione had always told him that when he spoke like this it was much scarier than when he yelled.

Landry jumped almost imperceptibly at the sound of her father's voice, before she slowly turned around. At sixteen years old, her long raven colored hair was pin straight and contrasted well with her honey brown eyes. The smile that graced her face was one that would have normally melted Harry's heart with affection for his daughter, but now he was far too angry.

“Hi Daddy,” she whispered, trying to sound as if climbing in through ones bedroom window at 2 in the morning was the most natural thing in the world. “So you going to answer me?” Harry asked her as he stepped into the room. Landry stayed rooted to the spot, looking for the entire world like a deer caught in headlights. However, as quickly as the look came over her, it was replaced by the coldest look Harry had ever seen on his eldest child's face.

“I don't have to tell you anything. What I do is my own business,” she said sharply. “Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to get ready to for bed.” And with that she made to physically shove Harry from the room. “Landry Allison Potter you will NOT speak to me that way! And it IS my business what you do while you live under my roof! It is my business because I am your father! Now I will ask you again. Where have you been that requires you to sneak in and out of your bedroom window in the middle of the night?” Harry asked, leveling his piercing gaze on his daughter.

Landry gave him a look of pure loathing that made Harry suck in his breath. He had only seen that look one other person's face. His old Potions Master turned traitor, Severus Snape.

“I was out with some friends alright? We were out late and since you and mum were already asleep, I decided to climb in through my window so I wouldn't wake you,” Landry said as she dug around for her pajamas.

Harry stood by the doorway watching his daughter. He knew in an instant that she was lying. “Landry, I'm going to be honest with you. I know you're lying to me. I do not know why, but I do intend to find out. Until then you are grounded. You are not to leave this house unless you are with either me or your mother. No Floo calls and no owls. I will be taking your wand also. Just in case, you were thinking of using it to sneak out. You will have it back in the morning. But you are to return to me when you come in at night. Understood?” Landry gave Harry another cold look but nodded. “ACCIO WAND!” He called and Landry's wand sailed from the pocket of her jeans and into Harry's outstretched hand before Landry could blink. “Now, I will wait outside your room while you change. When you are done, I will make sure you are in bed before going back to bed myself. I will be speaking to your mother in the morning,” Harry told her, slipping from the room but leaving the door open enough so he could hear her as she changed.

*End Flashback*

He had gone back in after and said good night. She never said a word to him as he did so. In fact she never said a word to him at all after that. It wasn't until a few days later that Harry and Hermione found out the truth.

Harry raised his hands to his face and rubbed his temples, feeling another headache coming. He'd had a lot of them since everything had happened. Hermione had said they were stress headaches. He called them punishment headaches. Punishment for having a daughter who was like Landry. A daughter who had turned against him. Against the whole family.

Harry couldn't shake the image out of his mind. The night a few days after he had caught her climbing into her room through her bedroom window. When she had somehow snuck out again. And met up with her friends. Who turned out to be Death Eaters. And this time they had gotten caught by Aurors. He had been one of the Aurors there that night. He would never forget seeing the mark on his daughter's arm. And the feeling that went with seeing it. It still made him sick thinking about it, even a month later. The trial had ended a few days before and she had been sent to Azkaban. The press of course had had a field day with it.

Harry was still sitting like this when Hermione came in a few minutes later and turned on a lamp causing him to squint against the sudden brightness. “Hey, sitting in the dark alone isn't going to make this go away you know,” she said softly, sitting down next to him.

Harry sighed. “Yea, but it makes it easier to deal with. Gods, Mione, what did we do wrong? Did we not love her enough? Did we not pay enough attention to her? What? I don't understand. Is James gonna turn out like this? Or Sam? Are all our kids going to end up Death Eaters?”

When he turned to look at her, Harry could see the lines of stress in Hermione's face, making her look older than she was. “Harry luv, we didn't do anything wrong. Sometimes, sometimes these things, they just happen. We don't know why, but they do. I wish I could give you a reason why, but I can't. Don't think I haven't tried to find one because I have. I don't know anymore than you. I just wish we could have done more to help her. I just…I don't know….gotten through to her more. Maybe stopped it before it got started. But whatever happened, it happened and now we have to move on. We can go to visit her, I don't know how much good it will do, because I'm sure, she won't want to see us. I'd be lying if I said that didn't hurt. It hurts a lot. But at least she'd know we don't hate her. I could never hate my daughter, Harry. Never. As for the others, I hope not, that doesn't guarantee anything, but hoping they will turn out okay isn't a bad thing either.”

Harry just listened to his wife as she spoke, letting her words sink in. She was right, there was nothing they could have done. It was something that was out of their control. They had tried to get through to Landry, but the barrier she had built around herself was too strong and they couldn't get through it. All they could do now was stay strong and not abandon her. She would be out of Azkaban in 5 yrs. They had, at least, been able to get her a considerably reduced sentence, the press didn't know and hopefully wouldn't find out. Until then they would just have to wait. And hope that everything would turn out okay. Turning to his wife, Harry leaned up and kissed her softly on the lips before giving her a wane smile. “We'll be okay,” he whispered. And he believed it.