When the savior is no longer the savior

The clever and gentlemanly little Kerry can blow himself up three times in one day to make his face black and black!

Merlin, if my mother and his grandmother see her, that lady who has been elegant all her life will definitely faint... I want to faint too, but it's a pity that Searle is not here, no one can catch me...

Oh, don't laugh at my hypocrisy, you know, this thing is popular among nobles.

Just when everything was going great, a piece of bad news... yes, I'd rather call it bad news.But this bad news brought the two of us together... Maybe I should be fair to it, after all, even if it ruined the first half of my life, it saved the second half of my life.

Fate is always so magical.

Speaking of which, I think you remember, it was your first year at St. Mungo's, and you saw a pale, panicked, kicked foot down the stairs before the Christmas break. Rolling woman...

she is me.

That day, I found out from my therapist that I was pregnant.

But he wasn't Searle's.

He was that man's, that mistake - that disgraceful -

Forgive me for still being a little excited. Of course it wasn't the kid's fault. It was my fault. But I didn't know what to do at the time. It's not like I didn't think about giving birth like this. I can bet Searle won't notice, If the child doesn't look too outrageous, like being exactly like his biological father or something—

Oh, oh, don't get excited, Anita, I can see your angry stare.

Yes, like the justice you hold, when this thought comes to my mind, I also feel restless.

My conscience does not allow me to cheat my husband like this.

Someone who truly loves me.

In just one night, I made a decision, I decided to kill this child... this child should not exist.

But at that time, something happened.

Searle is going to be stationed in Africa for one year.

He left in a hurry, packed his things and left on the third day after talking to me.It left me with nothing to say, what in fact could I say?

In short, the matter of aborting the child has been delayed. I dare not tell anyone about it, including my mother. She always thought her daughter was excellent and chaste...

I hesitated for two whole months about the fate of this child.The moment I open my eyes every morning, I will persuade myself, give up this child, what can he bring to you?He will be a stain on your life.The moment I go to sleep every day, I also think, this is not the child's fault, it's just my mistake, should I make him pay for my mistake?This is a pure life, a hard-won life...

Two months later, conscience was defeated by reality.I can't imagine the reaction of Searle and Chrissy when they found out, I walked into St. Mungo's again...

Ann, you may not believe what happened next, but even I find it absurd.But it did happen: I fell asleep on a bench while waiting for a therapist.I had a dream, in the dream was a boy with green eyes, he seemed to have experienced a lot, I could feel deep sadness, I also seemed to see a lot, but I can’t remember anything, I only have An impression: he gave up life with the strongest attachment to life.

After waking up, I broke out in a cold sweat and rushed out of St. Mungo's regardless of the therapist's yelling... Of course, I didn't give up my plan because of this.I went to Knockturn Alley, bought a potion and drank it...

What happened next, Ann, I think you guessed it.

I failed to kill the child smoothly, and the severe pain of drinking the potion and the guilt towards the child also completely dispelled my idea of ​​"not wanting a child".

I started reclusive.

Things went so smoothly that it was unbelievable that Searle came back every two months, stayed for only one day, and left in a hurry.

He never found out I was pregnant and gave birth to another child.

I raised the child quietly for a while, and then put the child in a Muggle orphanage, thanks to Merlin, I have been to the Muggle world a few times.

Just when I thought I could finally let go, nightmares... oh Ann, I really hate that word.

But anyway... Chrissy appeared in front of me.

Five-year-olds know a lot, don't they?

During this year, I failed to notice that he had grown so tall.At that time, he looked up at me, his blue eyes were like the sea... He asked me if he was going to have a younger brother.

The cup slipped from my hand.

I will always remember that scene.

Chrissy showed emotions beyond his age, his eyes were full of pain and blame, and deep fear.

He asked me, Mom, will you give up on me and Dad?

I am shaking.I didn't know how to answer, but I heard my own voice clearly.

I told him categorically that he doesn't have any younger brothers, we will always be a family, and there is absolutely no way I will leave you and Searle.

Chrissy didn't speak.From that day on, he became silent.

At that time, at that moment, I suddenly knew what I really should do.

I stayed at home and spent as much time as I could with Chrissy and Serge back, I learned how to be a good wife and mother, I forgot about my other child in the orphanage...I told myself I had to forget him.

I never went to see him, not even for 15 years after Clichy and Serre died.

You don't talk, Ann, you don't know what to say, do you?

I don't know, Anita, I've never been a good mother.

In the winter of 1980, there was a heavy snowfall.

Clichy fell ill, first I took care of him, then Serge gave up his work and research, and stayed with Clichy all day with me.

But Chrissy was getting weaker and weaker day by day.

Searle is very anxious about this, and I am the same, but in fact, I think I know why Clichy has been unable to get better, because in some time when Sel is no longer, Clichy will quietly look at you with complicated eyes. Looking at me... Another time, he woke up from a dream, so thin that his face was so thin that he could see his bony face, his surprisingly large blue eyes filled with tears, and he cried so hard that he saw me turn away with a person , He couldn't catch up with me anyway, and asked me if I didn't want him.

That time, Ann, my heart was cut like a knife.

For Chrissy, but also for the child without a name.

I finally gave up on one of them.

Chrissy didn't make it through the winter.

At the last moment, he took my hand and asked if I would always be with him and my father?

He didn't wait for my answer.

He closed his eyes forever.

Searle was devastated, and neither of us wanted to talk much, and I hated myself more than I ever did, and that was my sin.Ann, more than once I assumed that the person who died was me...

Fate did not let me go.

Three years later, Serge died in the line of duty. His companion told me that the reason why Serre had an accident was because he saw a child similar to Chrissy during the mission, and he shouted his name to catch up...

At that moment, I fell to the ground and couldn't even cry.

This is a piece of my life.

another life of mine...

Ann, I saw the kid.

12 years later, at the gate of St. Mungo's, the same snowy day...

I saw him.

A clean and gentle boy with lake green eyes.

The author has something to say: He said that he actually wanted to finish writing this extra episode, but the number of words exploded... and it was too late, so let's finish it tomorrow, um=. =

And let’s talk about the extra plan again.The overall plan for the extra episodes is Xiaoha’s life experience episode, two happy episodes (maybe there’s Al’s extra episode), two meat episodes, and the completion of Severus’ extra episode.

Regarding the meat fan, because a relative or friend said that the car shock is cute, so one of the articles is expected to be the car shock on the Hogwarts Express... um =v=

Among them, severus's side story was decided to be only customized from the beginning, and the meat fan was planned to be included in the article... But today I went to the report place, and suddenly found that there was a report on my pornography... Uh, you guys understand, so The two pieces of meat are put in the customization, as for whether it will be put up after the customization is out... I will talk about it at a later time.

Well, that's about it.

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I'm sure I saw him in the Daily Prophet, a young, prodigiously gifted kid.

15 years... I didn't recognize him as my child for the first time.But at that time, I had a good impression of him. I always thought that if Chrissy lived to this day, he would definitely be no worse than this boy...but now it's all over.

That night, Harry didn't look too well, so I took him to St. Mungo's, and after checking...

He is pregnant.

Ann, I think your complexion must be very exciting at this time... Well, in fact, mine is also very complex, especially after I know his life experience.

But at the time—let's go on in sequence—I didn't know this at the time, and the kid—Harry—was surprised, he was surprised and horrified, he didn't seem to want the kid at all... and I was exactly the same back then.

I was figuring out how to have a baby at the time... Well, Ann, I know what you're trying to say, after all Searle has been dead for so long - but I repeat, during that time, I learned by accident A Muggle technique, which I happen to know my husband used to take part in before he left - so I gave it a try, and of course it turns out Muggles are always unreliable!

Okay, let's get back to business.

I gave Harry some words and gave him a book about it, and watching him bewildered... I, again, thought of myself.

I impulsively expressed my thoughts—yes, yes, if he doesn’t want this child, I’m willing to raise him, I’m willing to raise a little life, I’m looking forward to a little life——

...Ann, I don't know, did I expect such a person to say this to me?

Would I feel better if anything?I am not sure.

But I figured my kid, the one I didn't even manage to name, could always be better off.

In the days when Clichy and Serre passed away, I missed him more and more as time went on...though, I never went to see him, ever.

The day has become monotonous again.

I lived at the same pace as before, but since I met Harry at St. Mungo's, I began to think about the past for a long time, unconsciously. Bit by bit... yes, Ann, and him.

Another child who was only with me for four months.

He was very thin when he was just born. I don't know if it's because I drank the potion and didn't take good care of him later.All day long, he curled up in a small crib, his eyes were slits, his head was covered with sparse black lanugo, his skin was dark red and wrinkled, and he only purred like a kitten when he was hungry or uncomfortable... …

At that time, Anita, I thought I liked Chrissy.

I still remember the appearance of Chrissy when he made a sound: big blue eyes, with a little teasing, he would open his mouth to spit bubbles or smile happily, his milky white skin was as smooth as silk, and he was always moving Don't make people feel lonely...

Yes Anita, I think you get the point.I love Chrissy more.That's my husband's son, that's someone I can get close to openly...

Memories age people, don't they?

Anita, I'm feeling tired, and I kind of regret that maybe I shouldn't have said this to you.But these secrets have been buried in my heart for too long...I don't want to take it to the grave, I beg your forgiveness.

Later... In short, the memories of the past disturbed my life.Two weeks after meeting Harry, I made a decision.I thought I could stick to it. This was my promise to Chrissy and Searle, and it was also my promise to myself, but in the end, I still failed.

I went to the same orphanage I used to go to 15 years ago.

Thanks to Merlin, it's still in its place, although I don't recognize it anymore.

I found the woman who took the child back then, and I asked her about the child... She asked me if I wanted to take the child away?

Admittedly, I was tempted.Yes, Ann, I am a mean person, and my childishness and absurdity in my youth ruined the lives of three people.I regret it all the time.However, 15 years ago, I didn't know how to make the right choice, and 15 years later, I also don't know how to make the right choice.

Ann, what would you do if it were you?Bring the child back to make up for him?So what about Chrissy and Sale?

I promised Chrissy, I will never forget his last appearance... I think, no matter what, I can't recognize this child... Just like I promised Chrissy, my child... My child will always be the only one.

Besides, I thought, maybe I can give him some other help, such as money, such as contacts.

Ann, do you think I'm hypocritical?But besides these, what else can I do?

I abandoned him, I killed my son and husband...

...what did I do right?

I struggled to speak my mind to the head of the orphanage.

Her contemptuous and cold eyes are still fresh in my memory.But at that time, all my attention was captured by the name in her mouth.

Harry?Ravens.

Harry, Harry—it was him?

At that moment, my first thought—Ann, fellow mother, I think you've already thought of it by now—yes, I'm going to kill that man who dared to make my son—

That idiot Merlin!He is only 15 years old!Not yet of age!

Many other things followed.

I refrained from looking for Harry, but I couldn't help gathering bits and pieces of information about him.

This is a child that makes me proud.Same as Chrissy, Anita.

You laughed, Ann, didn't you?Do you think I'm like all mothers who always think the best for their children?

But Ann, did you know that Harry has been involved in a great cause from beginning to end, he was the first person to fight against Voldemort, and he was the backbone of the opposition to Voldemort, he has been - always - protecting the wizarding world, in Upholding the interests of Muggle wizards in the wizarding world...

Ann, I thought of Searle.

The same is true for Searle, insisting on fairness and everyone's due rights.Although he is in the position of a vested interest.

Had Sale been around, he would have been delighted to see such a young man.

This is someone who agrees with his point of view and is willing to fight for it.

Anita, I seem to see the way you curl your lips. What do you want to say?For example, maybe Voldemort's rule can't be bad?About this... To be honest, as old-fashioned nobles, my parents still have some expectations of Voldemort.

You know, the so-called vested interests.

But I have to say, I agree with Harry, and I am willing to support Harry.

I guess I'm like all brainless mothers at this point: I think my kids are always right!And the fact that he was right is something to be proud of.

Of course, if he'd been a little more careful about keeping his kids out of trouble... I think I'd be more satisfied.

We're talking about him, aren't we?

Al, Al baby.I love him, I don't think I've ever loved anyone so much.

Chrissy left in the end, Searle also became a yellowed portrait in memory, and Harry...I can't recognize him, I think, he doesn't need me to recognize him.

He has his own relatives, partners, brothers, and even parents.

what am iAnn, when I write this sentence, I am disheartened... Although, I am not qualified.

But Al!Ann, I really didn't expect that there could be such a cute child - he has a pair of big black eyes, but his outline is very similar to Harry, he loves to smile very much, his smile is sweet, and his plump cheeks are really comfortable to touch Great, although Harry complained more than once that he should lose weight, that he brought back bad memories... but who knew what his bad memories were?This is simply too unreasonable to make trouble. Naturally, children need to be stronger to be healthy, right?

Al is 11 years old this year.

Harry and his mate... I hate to say it, but I gotta say, they're even more jerks than I was!

Severus let Al use the Potions Dictionary to recognize words from the age of three... Merlin, shouldn't three-year-olds live in happy play?And Harry, Harry is a little bit better, but a lot better, since he was four years old, he took little Al as a flying broom, high in the sky... Oh, Ann, I really want to pass out , This is really a long-lost feeling, you believe me, for a moment, I really want to use my wand to hit Harry...

But Al still grew up healthy, here I have to emphasize, at least more than half of my credit, I think Al likes me the most - there is no doubt about it, what do you think?

Today is a holiday at Hogwarts.A few hours ago, I had dinner with Harry and the others. After dinner, we were chatting in the living room, and Al suddenly found a photo of Harry proposing to Severus... oh, I have to say, that photo It's beautifully shot, I've never seen it before - yes, yes, Ann, I've never seen a marriage like Harry and Severus, unrealistically perfect, I'm sure I haven't They had an argument once, and Al didn't either.

Al took out the photo and asked Harry and Severus if there was a big commotion.

Severus raised his eyebrows - I think he always did, moody and most of the time (except when facing Harry) obnoxiously mean.

Harry coughed in embarrassment—I still want to laugh when I talk about this, I have reason to believe that he is definitely a shy child, as for the beginning—maybe he was too excited, who knows?

Al looked at the photos curiously, and then asked Harry what he said to Severus when he proposed - of course Harry didn't have the nerve to answer, he asked Al why he asked this question instead.

Alda laughed loudly: because a Gryffindor student in the same grade as me said loudly in front of the whole school that he wanted to make his father happy, Dad!

I swear, Ann, the flash of malicious intent in Al's eyes at that moment was definitely cunning—and Severus, Severus definitely gave Al a hard look, I can't be wrong .

As for Harry who heard the news, he dragged Severus away after a brief silence, and as for what he did... oh, who knows?

Well, I'm tired of writing, and I think you're tired of reading too. An old man's nagging is terrible, even for myself, I think so.

I'm very satisfied, Ann.

As I said before, my youthful naivety ruined the first half of my life, but saved the second half of my life.

In recent years, I have been thanking Merlin in my prayers all the time. I thank him for allowing me to meet Harry and for allowing me to care for the children who are close to him-my grandson.

I'm really satisfied, Anita.

But fate... I think I will never curse fate again from now on.

Destiny is in our own hands.

How we treat it, it treats us.

You wouldn't think of it, and yes, I didn't either...but not long after Al was on holiday, Harry found me privately.

He asked Chrissy and Serre's memorial day.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

Harry stuttered a bit, saying if I didn't want to - no no, how could I not?I almost said it all at that moment—

But Harry's eyes... I think those wise, gentle eyes stopped me.

He knows it all, and he's willing to do something, but he doesn't want to dwell on the past.

He is right.

The past has passed, all we can do is to remember the past and cherish the present——

My best friend, Anita, I think I can finally be sure that I am lucky and blessed.

Even if, on this road, there are too many mistakes and regrets that people can't forget.

your closest

Dora?Augustus

2006.01.02

The author has something to say: I have finished writing the side story about life experience, baa... The next article should be about happiness.

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Al hasn't been in a good mood lately.

His father, Severus?Snape, the recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class, is an outstanding master of potions in the world.

His dad, Harry?Snape, winner of the Order of Merlin Third Class, is a popular professional Quidditch player.

He is very satisfied with his family. This kind of satisfaction comes not only from everyone's faint envy and respect, but also from the atmosphere in the family—yes, even if he is only in his first year at Hogwarts now, he knows that he How rare is his family: although his father is busy at work, as long as he is at home, he will always have a smiling face; although his father is busier and mean and terrible, as long as he is with his father, he will never be truly happy. angry...

In Hogwarts, Al, who had heard countless children complain about the disagreement between his family and his parents, was both proud and sympathetic.He still remembered Philot's admonition on the Hogwarts Express: "Al, I have to say you must pay attention to that girl! You know my parents had a quarrel and finally separated because of a young pretending woman! She always said in front of my mother that my father was her only one, that she didn't really want to do anything but like my father..." He pinched his throat and stretched out his tongue, pretending to vomit, "I didn't want to do anything to appear here Why? Only a fool like my father would believe this! But men are always like this, they just like to listen to good words, and they are proud of having a woman fancy themselves...you understand!"

Al really didn’t quite understand, but this didn’t stop him from being unhappy about “hearing someone confess to his father” to being worried about “fear of family quarrels breaking out”.

If Harry and his father were really arguing about this...uh... Al's eyes went dark and he felt for a moment that the world was ending.

But this scene seems a bit familiar... He remembered Philot's words again.

"By the way, you have to know that the favorite thing for this kind of undecent person to do is to take advantage of it! I found out! Every time my father and my mother finish fighting, that woman will appear, softly Comfort my dad, my stupid big dad will eat this kind of thing-"

Yes, that's right, if Harry and his father quarreled, the undeserved bad woman who declared in front of everyone in the medical wing that she would "give Professor Snape happiness" took the opportunity to get close to his father and enter his heart...

"Then my father left me and my mother." Filot appeared in front of Al with a sneer, "Forget it, let's go, my mother and I are waiting for him to regret it!"

He will become a child without a father! ?

Al was not calm anymore, he moved his butt on the chair as if he had itching, and finally couldn't hold on after a long time, jumped off the chair and ran to the master bedroom next door.

Harry was putting his head down in the bedroom to put something away. He was startled by the sudden opening of the door, and his fingers were almost caught in the cabinet: "Al? What's wrong with you?" He looked at the child in front of him and asked strangely , "Shouldn't you be doing your homework now?"

"Dad!" Al pursed his lips, "I think I have to tell you something..."

"Well, what's up?" Harry asked kindly, taking a seat. "You don't look very happy."

"I'm very upset!" Al corrected, "I told you two days ago that a student at our school said something bad to my father!"

"Bad words?" Harry was confused for a moment, and it took a moment to understand what Al was talking about, "Uh-yes, you told me, but what did she say?"

Al pursed his lips again, and this time there was a little anger on his face: "She shouted 'Professor Snape, let me give you happiness!'"

Well... unrestrained.Harry thought for a long time, and came up with such a word: "And then?"

"What then?" Al was confused.

"Your father's reaction," Harry reminded.

Al thinks back and laughs: "Oh, oh... my father turned the ring on his finger, looked mean, and said 'Sorry ma'am, my son is your age.'"

"Isn't that the end?" Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, you should continue to do your homework. After finishing, I'll take you to Godric's Hollow, okay?"

"Okay!" Al was instantly happy, "I want to find Uncle Yi!"

"I don't guarantee that he will be there." Harry smiled, he sent Al back to his own room, and was about to go out, when he heard an anxious voice from behind: "However, that...Harry, I heard It is said that some men like the kind who are young, beautiful and always talk stupid..." He thought for a long time, "Shameless woman?"

In fact, he really thought too much, no matter how much Snape liked young girls - of course he never looked at them - he would not like a girl the same size as his son... You know, for the already As far as he has a partner who is the same size as the son of his mortal enemy, if there is another lover who is 20+11=31 years younger than him and who is only 11 years old...

Even Snape would think that the pressure is really not normal.

Harry staggered, and hurriedly held onto the door frame: "Who did you hear that from?" He said again, "No, no, why do you think about such nonsense?"

"I've been told!" said Al, puffed up, "Harry, if her father is taken from her—"

"No one can take your father away." Harry couldn't help but laugh, "unless he wants to go."

"But—" Al wanted to say something else.

But Harry, who was in a hurry, interrupted him: "Okay, Al, I have to go to the team, and I'll be back in more than an hour, do your homework obediently, and I'll take you to Godric's Hollow after finishing, how about it?"

Of course not!Al wanted to yell angrily, but by this time Harry had already hurried out of the room and Apparated away...

"Damn it, if my mother didn't believe in my father and didn't care at all, my father wouldn't have been cheated by that shameless woman..." Filot's words appeared in Al's ears again.

Al stared at the direction Harry was leaving, then ran to the first floor, quietly looked into the potions workshop, when the familiar busy black figure came into his eyes, he clenched his fist hard : If Harry doesn't care, don't care!Anyway, he was also at Hogwarts, and he must, must, must drive that shameless bad woman away...

for sure!

"Al?" came a deep, silky voice.

Al, who was immersed in his own thoughts, trembled reflexively, lowered his head and moved towards the stairs, trying to pretend that he didn't hear that it didn't exist...

It's a pity that the black figure in the workshop has no intention of letting him go.He strode out and stopped at an arm's length in front of Al: "Let me confirm, at this time, Al? Mr. Snape, you should be doing your homework now, aren't you?"

"Um, I think...well, maybe..." Al stammered.

Snape narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Maybe?"

"No, no, no," Al said quickly, "Yes, I should be doing my homework, I just came down to drink some water."

"Finished?"

"Uh, it's over."

"Did you finish yesterday's homework?"

"Yesterday's..." Arka flicked his shell, "Yes... yes, that's right, it's done."

"The utility of moonstones, Mr. Snape." Snape said with his arms folded and his eyebrows raised.

"...Moon, Moonstone?" Poor Al got stuck again, "But, Father, I haven't learned this yet..." After saying that, he knew he was done.

Sure enough, Snape, who was originally only picky, immediately twisted the corners of his lips, and a malicious smile appeared on his face, and he said softly: "Oh, oh, it turns out that Mr. Snape didn't learn this...need Does your poor professor remind you? According to the third page of Potions textbook No. 20, moonstone is one of the feldspars, with a light blue or white halo on the surface, we can use it to—” He Draw out the sound.

"Mediate!" Al suddenly remembered.

Snape sneered and said: "It seems that our Mr. Snape has not learned. So, now, Al? Snape, please go back and continue to write today's homework, and please copy yesterday's task Ten times...now, now!" he snarled at Al!

Al was so frightened that he rushed up the stairs in three steps at a time. When he tried to sit on the chair in a hurry, but fell to the ground with the chair, Snape's cold voice chased after him: "When will you finish writing? When to rest. If you haven't finished writing - Mr. Snape, whoever it is, will never let you leave your desk!"

Al, who just lifted the chair up, burst into tears.

Almighty Merlin, can you tell me why someone came to pry the wall for such a cruel father...

Speaking of which, how did Harry fall in love with my father... Obviously there are so many mature or young girls who expressed their willingness to have sex with him...

At ten o'clock that night, Harry dragged his Nimbus 2006 and returned home exhausted.

Snape just came out of the workshop, and Harry's first words were: "How is Al?" Then he put down the broom and threw himself on the sofa, "Oh, Merlin... I tried my best, but really Can't make it back..."

Snape went into the kitchen.When he came out again, he handed the milk to Harry, and said lightly, "I don't think he has the energy to pursue your missed appointment, at least today."

Harry took a sip of the milk, dimpled out of his smile, "He was punished by you again because he couldn't recite the content of the potion? Severus, I have to say that you are really too strict. If he doesn't have this knowledge talent--"

Snape was very dissatisfied: "He's just too lazy to learn."

Harry shrugged. "If he doesn't want to learn—"

Snape said softly, "I bet you wouldn't be able to say that if he wasn't good at Quidditch."

Harry laughed. "Oh, Sev, you're so cute when you're jealous!"

Snape scowled and said nothing.

"Actually, I think," Harry finally finished laughing, he sat up straight, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "maybe he, like me, thinks that your talent in potions is enough for us... No matter how lazy I am to learn potions, I didn't have the ability to make a hemostatic potion into a bleeding potion... Hahaha!" Harry laughed again and collapsed on the sofa.

Snape continued to grimace.

For 1 minute, Harry was laughing.

For 2 minutes, Harry continued to laugh.

At 3 minutes, Snape hissed angrily, "Did Mr. Ravens take the 'laugh drug'? Stop your stupid smile!"

At 4 minutes, Harry laughed even more jokingly: "Oh, Severus, I'm Mr. Snape now..."

5 minutes, ashamed