When the savior is no longer the savior

The.

She can't go back.

She just - went away.

That's it, it's over.

Cletina was really sober.She rubbed her face vigorously, shook her head violently, and said to Al, "Why are you back again?"

Al solemnly handed a small bag to Kleitina: "This is for you."

"Huh?" Claretina expressed doubts.

"Leave the funds." Al Zhengse said.

"what?"

"You're welcome!" Al was very generous. "I can still ask my father for it. My suggestion is: If you want to leave, don't come back unless your parents realize your mistake."

"...you did it?" Claretina asked.

"My friends have done it more than once," Al said. "My experience is that the first day they will be furious, the next day they will start to worry, and the third day you can be assured that they will find you-they will Meet all your requirements, even if you want the new Firebolt 2."

Claretina laughed out loud.She hesitated for a while, and did not return the money bag to Al: "Thank you, I will definitely return the money to you."

Feeling that he helped someone, Al was also quite happy. He waved at Cletina: "It's nothing, you already lent me the broom, well, I'm going to fly Quidditch, are you really not coming?"

"No," Claretina firmly refused, "I want a quieter afternoon."

"Okay then." When he said this, Al had already run towards the Quidditch pitch.

Klein Tina quickly stood up and shouted at his back: "I will return your things to you soon!"

"You can use it more, it doesn't matter! - I'm familiar with those!" Al's voice also came from afar.

How does a student leave Hogwarts on non-holidays?

Of course, the parent's leave and the principal's note are the most perfect things.But what if there are none of these?

So maybe—an obscure, little secret passage?

At twelve o'clock in the evening, Cletina, who was wearing an invisibility cloak, came to the middle of the corridor on the fourth floor, which was a corridor close to Gryffindor. At the end of the corridor stood a statue of a one-eyed, hunchbacked witch.

I hope it is true, this world has already been filled with so many butterflies, let’s stop the butterflies, and leave a way for the traversers... Claretina gritted her teeth, pulled out her wand and tapped the statue: "It's a dilemma!"

The statue opened immediately, and there was a black hole, as if something dangerous could burst out at any time, which made people feel uneasy.

Kleitina was a little hairy, but almost immediately, she gritted her teeth and stepped into the statue, gliding for a long, long distance as she guessed, before landing on the flat ground.

"Luminescence," Claretina muttered, and the shimmer lit up, illuminating a meter around her.Kleitina used her magic wand to illuminate the front, walked in the winding passage, looked at the map nervously from time to time, and glanced behind her...

For a long, long time, when Cletina realized that there was a staircase in front of her, when Cletina opened a door along the stairs, when Cletina appeared in the cellar full of debris, when Kleitina slipped out of the window of this house, when Kleitina saw the dark blue night sky twinkling with stars—

Cletina sat softly under the streetlight.In fact, there was nothing difficult about this operation, but her heart was still beating wildly, as if it was about to jump out of her throat...

It's late autumn.The cool night wind blew on her face, causing pain like needle pricks. Kleitina leaned against the street lamp, looked at the street lamp quietly hanging above her head for a while, then suddenly got up and walked into the shadow of the corner of the alley, moving Quickly, he took something out from under the cloak of invisibility.

Two owls with bound feet, two long-written letters, a length of rope, and a bag.

Claretina packed the invisibility cloak and the Marauder's Map in a bag, put the letter to Al in it, tied a rope to the leg of one of the school owls, and then neatly put the owl Let it go: "Before I pay you back, the broom will be mortgaged with you... The Grindelwald family shouldn't want to take it back, right?"

Claretina was a little worried, but thinking about taking it back, there was nothing she could do, so she simply ignored it, and just picked up another owl that belonged to her—well, it belonged to "Claretina", and put the other owl in her arms. A letter to Mrs. Grindelwald is tied to its lap.

The brown owl pecked Cletina's finger with its beak dissatisfied.

Claretina touched the owl resting on her arm heavily, and her eyes fell more on the letter that had been tied to the owl's left foot.

This letter was written three days ago.

What prompted her to make up her mind to leave Hogwarts was actually not the slap of Mrs. Grindelwald today. On the contrary, it was Mrs. Grindelwald's feelings for Claytina in her memory.

A mother loves her daughter unreservedly.

Claretina knew this kind of feeling, she had got it and lost it again, and she could understand what kind of precious thing it was.

So she couldn't be "Chrettina."

Never will.

So, her decision should be acceptable, right?She left Grindelwald's house and no longer appeared in front of them, which meant that their daughter was dead...

Claretina looked at the letter she wrote. In this letter, she confessed that she was another person, and told Mrs. Grindelwald all her thoughts-but she was actually a little at a loss , she didn't know if she was doing the right thing...but what else could she do?Perhaps it is the best decision not to say anything, to keep silent, to survive as "Claretina"?

...yes, the "best" decision.

But by no means the most "correct".

Not at all.

Cletina didn't think about it anymore, she felt a little ridiculous - she had already come out of Hogwarts, and walked 99 steps in a hundred steps, should she still want to walk?

She raised her hand, and the owl hooted, flapping its wings and flying to the sky.

"So be it."

she said to herself.

That's it.

"And then?" Snape asked a rare question, not because he was interested in Cletina, but because of Al——Al, who gave Cletina the "running funds", was undoubtedly involved in this matter .

"Later?" Harry, who had to be involved in this matter because Al had to get involved, said angrily, "Then I pressed Al, and that little fool didn't know anything. We searched for it for almost a month. , I finally found the person. Mrs. Grindelwald hugged the person and burst into tears on the spot."

Snape raised an eyebrow: "It's not surprising."

"I also think," Harry laughed, "although she says she is not Cletina, but she has all of Cletina's memories, and she can feel all the feelings Cletina has had..." He I remembered myself.

"What's wrong?" Snape asked.

"I'm thinking how lucky I don't have parents," said Harry.

"Everyone has parents." Snape disagreed.

"Exactly." Harry shrugged. "James and Lily."

Snape frowned at the previous name, and he changed the subject: "What about Al? How are you going to teach him?"

"I was trying to teach him a lesson," said Harry, "if you didn't give him Galleons every time he messed up."

"..." Snape.

Harry said again: "Speaking of which, every time he quarreled with you before, at least you let him read books about potions and do some experiments. This time, seeing his happy and a little nervous look... you finally admitted Didn't he inherit your talent for potions?"

"..." Snape.

Snape remained silent.

Harry looked at the other party for a while, then suddenly smirked and approached: "Are you angry?"

Snape continued to remain silent.

Harry kissed, but said nothing.

Kiss again, still don't speak.

one more kiss--

"Ha!—" Harry, who was suddenly upside down, let out a startled laugh, and grabbed Snape's shoulders. "I think we can go to the bedroom—Al will come!"

"Get him out," Snape replied without hesitation.

Harry said: "Are you sure? Al hasn't been in a good mood recently. Although Mrs. Grindelwald took Cletina back, but because too many things happened at Hogwarts, Mrs. Grindelwald decided to let Clay Tina is back in Germany again—”

"Yesterday he was playing broomsticks with excitement, and said that he would try to join Quidditch at the beginning of his second year." Snape pointed out calmly.

"Is that so?" Harry looked up for a moment, then said helplessly, "Maybe it's because life goes on."

"He's eleven years old," Snape said disapprovingly, "not a kid anymore."

The implication was that Harry could leave him alone.

Harry laughed, his teeth gleaming. "Is that so? Let's focus on something else...like another child?"

"A little Slytherin, a little viper, a little bat, a future potions master who inherited our potion talents from Mr. Snape—"

"..."

"my pleasure."

The story is over.

But life goes on.

forever and ever.

The author has something to say: Well—well, the extra episodes are basically finished, and there should be some more in the customization, at least one more meat fan.Those will not be put up for the time being... Anyway, this article has a beginning and an end. For most book lovers, this chapter is the real end, and the author should step down and bow.

thanks for your support.

thank you very much.

See you in the rivers and lakes if you have a chance.

Severus Snape (eight)

I haven't relaxed for a long time to adjust the formula and change the taste of the potion whose effect has been confirmed.

Of course—yes, of course—not for the brat!

So when I opened the door impatiently and found that it was the kid knocking outside, I wouldn't admit it... well, I know, I'm sure I can feel that secret joy rising from the bottom of my heart.

Of course, it didn't need to be discovered by anyone - anyone - but me.

It is 08:30 in the evening.I paid special attention to the time when I let him in.I asked him to sit down on the sofa, and he responded with a lack of energy, looking like a small animal that has lost its competition.

It didn't take much imagination at all, I guessed he was for the Potters.

The ensuing conversation confirmed my suspicions.He told me that Lily was furious about his repeated adventures - which, to be honest, didn't surprise me at all.because I……

Well, yes, I don't have to kid myself.I was the same way, and I was genuinely annoyed and angry about the situation, but I didn't show it because I wasn't sure if it was going to turn him on me or not.

A sad and pathetic state of affairs.

I didn't allow myself too much immersion in such meaningless emotions.I noticed he mentioned Dumbledore - or I did - but anyway, it was clear that he trusted Dumbledore more than anyone else.

I feel genuinely unhappy.This may be very ridiculous, after all, these are two different feelings from what I expected.

But for people in love, jealousy doesn't need a reason, does it?

……

Oh Merlin, 'people in love'... I hate to admit it, but they probably all had their heads kicked by donkeys, including me.

Why else would I be bored when he mentioned Dumbledore, and suddenly happy when he invited me to the trial?

But what did he say next?

About Lily?Damn it, Merlin knows, even at that time, I wasn't as obsessed as I am now... After all, back then, I only focused on the opposite sex who was my age!

I swear I felt genuine impatience, but I had to explain, damn had to, and—

Wait, wait a minute, did I hear you wrong?

A bottle of aging pills?

What does he want to do?I hope it's not the one I thought of, that's ridiculous... yes, ridiculous, ridiculous...

no! Shit!

He is only 12 years old!Who on earth filled his mind with strange thoughts?I swear I'll give that guy a good look, and I'll—

"Not the first time." He looked at me with an innocent look.

For a moment, I found myself speechless.If I had known... Well, the idea is ridiculous, I should be responsible for what I did—behavior when I was a jerk.

But this by no means means that I should continue to discuss the current topic with him!

no way!

The 25th of this month is the day of the trial.

There were many people there that day, and Dumbledore was there in person.In a way, maybe that kid was right, Dumbledore could indeed do many things... at least better than James?Potter and more.

Maybe I should think in a better direction. Although I am not the most important thing in that child's heart, it is not someone I can't tolerate, such as a Potter.

The one-hour trial became extremely long, and the tightly closed paulownia door resisted any prying eyes.I started to feel impatient, and as time went by, this impatience gradually turned into apprehension and worry...

Will something happen?I thought uncontrollably.Although reason told me nothing would happen, we—the kid—have enough evidence to see him through the trial with impunity.

But I still... Such worries are ridiculous and unreasonable. I hope everything is just my imagination.

But not.

No, it wasn't that there was anything wrong with the trial. In fact, judging from the smile on the child's face when he came out, the trial went very well.

The real problem came after the trial.

A person brushes shoulders with the child.

A handsome man with dark hair and dark eyes.

Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Lord Voldemort.

At this moment, dark clouds enveloped the sky.

August 1995, 8, the most special day in the past two years.

He is back.

He said he would never leave.

Merlin knew that when I heard this sentence, I almost thought I was dreaming, a beautiful and illusory dream.

But he was sitting next to him, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he smiled happily and proudly.

The youthful aura that belongs to teenagers surrounds me, and the warm body temperature is continuously transmitted from the places he touches.

This is not a dream.

I guess I reacted a bit, because the kid was quick to laugh happily, get close to me, and kiss me.

It is water-like touch, gentle and sweet.

I can't bear to let go, but reason tells me that I'd better let go quickly, if I don't want to do something that shouldn't be done-but what if the child initiates it?No, I can't think that way, he is not yet an adult...but he is no longer a child, and he can no longer be called that child...no, that's not the point, the point is that I have to reject him sternly...but it's not the first Once... oh shit!You should be ashamed, he was only six years old that year! ——Wait, "It's better to rely on me than rely on your own hands"? ...

Merlin, it’s really enough, you won, the guy who is not as good as a beast will push away the food brought to his mouth——Damn it, I swear he must not know how long I have been thinking about this day——

I was easily captured by this scene, which only occurs in the most secret dreams.

I don't want to recall how I got so addicted to it...but I did...well I did get so addicted that the next day after the Hogwarts owl flew in the window and dropped the new term book list , I realized what I had forgotten.

Tom?Marvolo?Riddle... I have an ominous premonition, I just hope that this ominous situation will not come too soon.

But apparently, Merlin never listened to my prayers.

I really shouldn't believe that kid has enough self-control. If that person is really as scary as he said, how dare he—how can he—single-handedly fight with him in a place where no one is there! ?

Is he crazy or am I crazy?

And what's ridiculous is that he didn't tell me about it, but heard the students chatting!

Aha, look what I heard?

"Ravens rolled down the stairs."

"Pale as a dead man."

"Ravens went with Potter."

"Then I saw Professor Riddle coming down the stairs."

"Potter was in and out of the lounge all night."

"Nobody saw Ravens come into the lounge."

Do you want me to guess what happened?

He and Riddle met in the corridor, and Riddle's two simple provocations made him and Riddle go to a place where no one was there - a duel or unilateral suppression, whatever, anyway, he failed and rolled like a lost dog Go down the stairs and be picked up by Potter...

a baud.

He knows what I hate the most, doesn't he?But at a time like this, he would rather find a Potter... Yes, yes, the people I hate the most are those closest to him, and their soul bonds prevent me from accusing him, but how much is this? Satire!

...and how powerless it is.

He looked at me embarrassed and told me that he just didn't want me to see him weak.

I was desperate and angry.

Anger was directed at him, but despair was directed at myself.

I sneered at him, argued with him, and then slammed the door and left.But only I know that I have forgiven him the moment he opened his mouth to give me a reason.

Yes, I know, as long as he is willing to give me a reason, no matter how absurd the reason is, I will forgive him immediately, and I can't blame him...

I love him.

Ever.

For a long time after that, I ignored him, and so did he.In the accidental meeting of eyes, I could see that he didn't hide his apology and guilt very well. I thought that what was between us was not only anger, but also something more serious than anger.

Talking again is the night of choosing the brave in the Goblet of Fire.

When the morning was approaching, I came back from the auditorium, but unexpectedly found that kid sitting in front of my door, drowsy...

Almost immediately, my anger was ignited. I really don't understand why he can't learn to take good care of himself! ——

I suppressed my tone and asked him why he was here.

He didn't say anything, but he leaned forward and kissed me softly and lingeringly...a trick that is not new at all.

But like I said before, I love him and I can't really be mad at him.

Never.

The next thing is a matter of course.

I possessed him, held him in my arms, and asked him why on earth he didn't want to come to me.

He told me what if I can't find it?

What if you can't find it once?

When he said this, he was not fully awake yet, and he just stared at me with slightly blank eyes, and there seemed to be a slight smile in his eyes...

I want to commit.I am willing to commit with my life.

But those emerald green eyes looked at me, clear and wise.

Then all the voices were annihilated into nothingness.

I think we all know that although this is already the heaviest commitment, there are always some things that even if we are willing to commit ourselves to it with our lives, it will not help.

Then Dumbledore emerged from the fireplace and sent Harry and me to the headmaster's office.

But Voldemort was in the office, too.

I looked at Harry, his eyes flashed surprise and alarm, obviously he didn't know this beforehand.

Dumbledore sat us down, and then made Voldemort's suggestion - "Harry will assist Professor Riddle in handling the Triwizard Tournament".

What the hell was Dumbledore thinking! ?

But what confuses me even more is what is that fool thinking!He actually agreed without hesitation!He's just had a hard time at Voldemort's hands - I almost blurted it out, but they're all looking at me, Dumbledore, Harry, or Voldemort?They are all looking at me, those who know everything, those who plead, those who pity... It seems that I am the only one who doesn't understand anything.

what can i do

I can't do anything.

I couldn't ignore his pleading gaze, let alone the firmness under that pleading gaze.

I should have realized that as long as it is about this matter, as long as it involves Voldemort, all the problems are no longer a problem in that little bastard's head. As for his safety, what is it that I care about?

...I don't think I should feel angry, I've known this day since two years ago, and he never kept it from me.

It's just a prerequisite for me to be with him.

I just... feel, powerless.

And so the matter was settled.Dumbledore then came to me alone.Very well, even if he doesn't come to me, I will go to him. I hope he can give me a real reason to make sure that his arrangement is indeed worthwhile.

But to my surprise - yes, totally to my surprise, Dumbledore didn't come to me to explain his behavior, but to make a request.

He said Severus, I want you to let Riddle know about your relationship.

How dare he—?Did he think I'd be like that idiot with a blank mind at his mercy?

We need to trust him.The old man sitting in front of me said again that his eyes were shining, I think I hate this kind of light, although wise, but cold.

I need him to trust us and the information he's got.

It sounds reasonable.But I'm sure I just want to throw him out roughly, and I haven't found the slightest connection between my private affairs and this "reasonable" thing.

But Dumbledore - the old bastard - I've never found him so annoying - said again, it's really worthless, but it has meaning.

I feel something is wrong.Voldemort wasn't quite what Harry said he was.The old man put it this way, we need to do something to make sure the situation doesn't get out of hand.

I need your help, Severus.

It's not for me, it's for Harry, it's for many other innocent people.

And, the old man finally said, I remember that you once applied to me for a research on the potion named "Wish and Everything Potion"...Is it?

I finally gave in.

As Dumbledore hinted, I made a point of being seen... the kid didn't care.He didn't care, he squeezed my hand, comforted me, assured me in a soft voice that nothing would happen.

I feel ashamed.

During that time, I could hardly face myself, and I began to avoid him quietly. He seemed to have noticed something, and occasionally looked at me with some doubts in his eyes, but more of it was still trust.

He always trusts me.

I think I did something wrong in this matter, but the real sorrow for us in the world is probably not that we have done something wrong but it is irreparable, but that we have to do it knowing that it is wrong.

Things changed faster than I expected.On the night of the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament, Dumbledore and I arrived at the Potter's house in Godric's Hollow.I think this is the most embarrassing night I've had in years.

This evening, I knew something very bad was happening to my most important person, but there was nothing I could do about it.

This evening, my privacy was exposed in the worst possible way.

This night, this night...he broke away from my hand.

He leaves me.

I think I will always remember this day.Fine white snowflakes fell from the sky, and the long streets of Diagon Alley twisted deeply under the cover of night. With his back to me, he walked farther and farther in the darkness and loneliness...

Alone, away from me.

I had a premonition of what happened next.

The kid started avoiding me.

Calling him up in class, owling him, or going to him...doesn't help.He seems determined not to have any contact with me, but I actually...

Yes, I am actually not qualified to hold his hand.Like the desolation that finally came to me that night: I had turned my back on him, so I will lose him forever.

This is really the deepest nightmare, but things are far from reaching this point.I was actually more worried about what happened that night than his attitude.I don't think anyone knows him better than me, and he never vents his anger, even to insignificant others.But that night, he moved violently to avoid Lily's touch... What was it that made him almost lose control?

I didn't figure it out until Christmas.

The kid is still avoiding me.

I stopped trying to find him and just owled him the key to Spinner's End and told him I'd be staying at Hogwarts this Christmas.

I wish he could go back to Spinner's End.

...Well, I looked at the wall clock that struck twelve o'clock and smiled wryly.I don't want him to go back to Spider's End, I want him to come here, to the potions office at Hogwarts, I'm waiting for him, he knows I'm waiting for him...but how could he come at this time ?

He didn't forgive me at all.

The potions office with only one person seemed empty and deserted.The flame in the fireplace has been extinguished, and only a few red spots are still flickering among the black charcoal.

Time ticks and ticks.I sat on the sofa without moving.It's a strange feeling, I don't have any extravagant hopes for the result, I just don't have the idea of ​​standing up, I think I'm actually still waiting, waiting for tomorrow, waiting for the future...

I am waiting for him.

December 12 at 25:58 AM.

I clearly remember this time, Merlin, I really can't believe that at the moment I gave up hope, the god of magic sitting high in the clouds was willing to turn around and take care of me!

He suddenly appeared in front of me.

He looked at me like before, moved closer to me, and said Merry Christmas to me.

If gods really exist, I will become your most loyal believer.

We sit down together.I soon discovered that he wasn't really relieved, that despite his return, he didn't want to get too close to me.It doesn't matter--yes, it doesn't matter--as long as he wants to come back, I'm content.And these distances created out of thin air, I think time is enough to erase them.

He stayed with me the rest of the holidays after Christmas.

I was happy, but in addition to being happy, more worries began to surface in my mind.

I found him resisting the touch of others, not mine, but everyone's—I couldn't help thinking of that night when he avoided Lily's hand.And besides this, his appetite seems to have become worse, as if he was trapped in an unknown curse... This discovery made me uneasy, I tried to talk to him about it, but he just kept avoiding it until I told him If he insists on doing this, then go back to where he came from!

He finally relented and was willing to talk to me about something.

Thanks to Merlin, I think I am the only one who knows how panicked I was at that moment.I can't help but guess, if he doesn't say a word, if he does leave...

Only thanks.

Then he spoke, and he said what he was going to tell me, which was—

……

Hmm... I think I may have... misheard?

But he said he had a baby.

I think my head must be full of screaming mandrakes at that moment, and I actually asked him if it was mine...

He was not angry, fortunately he was not angry, he just looked embarrassed, and then whispered "There is no second choice".

I will... oh... Merlin, I will never curse you again, I will become your most faithful believer, yes, I must be the most devout...

Anyway, for a split second, there was literally a scream in my head.

High-decibel, meaningless, long and loud screams.

I look like a fool!

I can't even remember the usage of Baixian, and I unconsciously searched the entire bookcase, just for the potion book in my impression about brewing potions without side effects...God knows that I have fully mastered these things when I was a student up.

But it's his kid...it's our kid...will be the cutest in the world...

Secret joy arises from the bottom of my heart.

But such happiness was washed away by the haze of reality in a blink of an eye.

Harry was still in school, his family hated our relationship, and Voldemort... yes, Voldemort.

Lord Voldemort.

I shouldn't have forgotten him, and I don't think Harry has either.And would Harry give up fighting Voldemort just because he had a baby?

He doesn't.I know him like I know myself.

Then all happiness faded away like the tide.

So I asked him do you want it?this child.

His answer was as I expected.

Much of the time, almost all of the time, he put the happiness of others above his own.

so kind.

as light.

But what did he say next?

He said he was going to St. Mungo's by himself?That's really enough, I know I'm an asshole, but I don't think I've degenerated to the point where I'm willing to be an asshole.

—How could I let him go by himself?

— that was so hard and painful.

Harry and I went to St. Mungo's and Potter soon found out.

To be honest, I'm not surprised by this, I just find his accusation ridiculous - I went to St. Mungo's maternity check with someone and betrayed Harry?He didn't even take a second look at the name of the person I was accompanying?Just like my evaluation of him: his thinking has never been so wonderful!

But I can't fall out with him.By now, he is not only my sworn enemy, but... or... well... I admit it... no, I don't think I admit it... but anyway... damn it, he is Harry's elder, he is my future partner's elders...

... my elders?

Enough, don't think about it, I will never admit this in my life, my whole life!no way!

The author has something to say: I will make up the final Severus chapter tomorrow.

Severus Snape (Nine)

Potter and Black left before lunch.What a smart decision, they saved the appetites of four.I thought sarcastically.

However, unexpectedly, that night, Potter appeared again in Spider's End Alley, and he came to take Harry away.

Of course I'm confident that Harry won't go with him, but I don't think I'll ever have the slightest liking for a Potter in my life.But we ended up going to Godric's Hollow.

I love him, I want him to be happy, my happiness cannot be based on his pain and sacrifice.

It was his home, and of course he should go back.

And actually... I'm not comfortable being there, but it's not annoying.

It's not because of Lily, yes, of course not because of Lily.It's just that kind of atmosphere, relaxed, pleasant, and warm... Even as a free bystander, I don't hate it.

It was a successful visit.

Although Harry didn't show it, he did relax a lot after the evening.

When we went back, we were walking on the mountain path together, and he suddenly asked me if I didn't like this child.

No, of course not.

No normal man would reject his own and his loved one's children.That is the testimony of their feelings, the continuation of life.

I'm just... scared.

I can't imagine how many dangers he will encounter if he is still obsessed with Voldemort under such circumstances, and if...

I can't take it, I can't risk losing him and keep this kid.This is just a child, even if I never have the chance to have a bloodline of my own in the future, it doesn't matter.

There is only one person I can never part with.

It was he who made me understand that I too was loved.

A month is as short as opening and closing eyes on a bed: before closing, it is just the beginning; after opening, it is over.