John Snape of HP

It's another freshman year.

It was already dark, thousands of candles floated from the ceiling of the Hogwarts Great Hall, and the freshmen lined up in a line, looking timidly at the worn-out hat in front of the professor's chair.

Professor McGonagall looked at the parchment, and the children who read their names would step up to the sorting school.

On the professor's seat, a man in a black robe and black eyes looked gloomy, and looked at this scene with empty eyes.

His face seemed to be wearing a stern and rigid mask.

—Snape hadn't had a good night's rest lately, but he covered it up with a deadpan face.

Of course, his perpetual sallow complexion and bloodless lips would not have drawn attention to it had he not concealed it.

"John Snape—"

Professor McGonagall paused and pronounced the name.She couldn't help but glanced at the professor's chair, looking at her young colleague.

Hundreds of gazes in the hall also instantly struck, either in shock or in disbelief, with different expressions.

A little boy with short pale blond hair and light blue eyes walked up with a blank expression. Before his hair even touched the sorting hat, the hat shouted: "Gryffindor!"

The little boy seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, put down his hat without any surprise, and walked towards the long table.

Strangely, the hall fell into silence, and no one applauded him.The expressions of the Gryffindors were distorted, and their eyes kept switching between Professor Snape's face and that of the little boy.

The Slytherins could barely maintain a normal expression, but their eyes were curious and tangled, not knowing whether to applaud or not.

Snape's expression didn't change, his eyes also fell on the little boy.

John Snape.

Blonde, blue eyes, thin build, Gryffindor.

Exactly the same as in the dream.

The little boy had an adult-like indifference and gloom on his face, which formed a sharp contrast with the immature and happy Gryffindors around him.

——It's like a smaller Professor Snape.Except for his looks.

This is the voice of the Slytherins.

Professor McGonagall came back to his senses, and continued to read the names below, so as to slow down the abnormal silence just now.

The sorting ceremony continued.

The little boy's eyes met Snape's inadvertently.

Pain gushed out of his light blue eyes—he suppressed it quickly, turned into indifference, and finally turned into a void.

The little boy lowered his head as if to cover up, and stopped looking at him.

Snape also withdrew his eyes, with a calm expression, but only he knew what was going on in his heart.

He shouldn't be looking like this.He should be—smiling brightly.

He should have been—dead long ago.

Snape had been dreaming of the same scene frequently recently.

——Near Spider's End Alley, by the small river that he liked to go to when he was a child.

A boy named John would be there waiting for him, smiling brightly at him who was still lonely and inferior at that time.

John accompanied him to hide in the grass and peek at the Evans sisters, guessing whether the sisters were wizards.

Then they met Lily.

He stretched out his palm and caught Lily's conjured flying flower - and the branch above him fell.

A branch thicker than the mouth of the bowl fell without warning and hit him on the head.In an instant, the head was bleeding——

John's face changed suddenly. Unlike the panic of the Evans sisters, his expression was almost ferocious and terrified.

He was trying to say some spell, but the little wizard's magic wasn't much help.Finally, John held him, crying in shock and sadness.

Snape woke up crying.

the second time.

Snape dreamed that Lily was flying the flowers, opening and closing towards him.

John pulled him involuntarily to avoid the big tree and changed direction to stand still.

They shared things about wizards and had fun on the hillside and by the river.

Then—he stumbled and fell into the river.

John's expression became terrified again, and he hurriedly pulled him up.

The moment he landed safely, he stumbled and hit his head on a sharp stone corner, bleeding again——

In John's helpless cries, he woke up again.

The dream on the third day... was that John was holding on to the hem of his clothes, and they were sitting on a flat hillside, avoiding the creek and trees.

John no longer smiled brightly, his face was full of worry.

Snape heard his younger self's worried inquiry, but got no answer.

They bid farewell to each other as it was getting dark and turned to go home.

The young Snape watched the drunken Tobias curse and beat the crying mother, and rushed over angrily, standing in front of the mother——

The wine bottle that Tobia was waving hit him hard on the head - as if hearing a shattering sound, he fell down.

The final scene is John again - he slams into Tobias through the doorway where he's hiding, screaming in rage and breaking down.

Snape was distraught by the strange but coherent dream.He tried drinking the dreamless potion - but it didn't work at all.

Snape spent several spare hours of the day looking for answers.But he felt more and more that this was not like a dream.

It was as real as his own memory—if he didn't clearly remember that he didn't know John when he was a child.

On the fourth night, he dreamed that he was saying goodbye to John, and turned to go home.

Confusion and enlightenment flashed across John's face.

Snape watched his younger self open the door and saw Tobias waving the bottle again.

He rushed over angrily again and stood in front of his mother.

A figure was faster than him, and John, who sneaked over, rushed straight to Tobias, and was hit on the head by a wine bottle in the next moment, and fell down in response.

——It wasn’t him who died this time, it was the boy.

Snape stared blankly at his dream self.Tobia was also stunned.

Tobia looked at the wine bottle in his hand and the boy lying on the ground, and rushed out the door in panic.

Irene's eyes also gradually changed from panic to firmness.She put her arms around her young son and began to cry.

Snape woke up.

He knew the next mom would treat him well.

I learned my mother's potion knowledge in advance.At the age of 11, he received a letter from Hogwarts and became a member of Slytherin.Attracted because of Prince's surname and excellent potion making.

In the end, he became a master of potions and devoted his life to research.

Snape knew that his life in the dream was going well, but there was always a lingering sense of eerieness.

Of course it's weird.

Snape twitched his lips sarcastically.

No quartet of tit-for-tat, no Dark Lord's mark, no overheard prophecy killing Lily.The rivalry between the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters had never been about him.

——This is just a ridiculous dream.

After the freshman dinner, the prefects will lead the first-year freshmen who can't walk to identify their rooms.

Snape noticed Dumbledore's gaze, and he knew that he would have to go to the headmaster's office soon to meet the old man's curiosity.

But how to explain this little boy - Snape didn't want to tell his strange dream.

The Gryffindor first graders all clutched their bellies, yawned and left.At the end of the line, the boy walked alone.He's not as happy and comfortable as the others.

Snape noticed that he had eaten only a small steak the whole time, and that the vegetables and dessert had not changed at all.

—John in the dream did say that he liked veal steak.

He doesn't like anything sweet, and he doesn't like vegetables.

Alertness and disgust flashed across Snape's eyes.

He doesn't know what's weird about this boy, but it's more than enough for him to keep showing up in his dreams like this, trying to confuse his memory and fill him with useless details.

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