Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.45

After Halloween, the weather gradually turned cold, and Harry's stomach was like the thickened clothes on his body, which swelled unconsciously. After taking a bath, he even secretly measured his waist in front of the mirror, and then squeezed his soft belly Lie on the loose belly, and touch the hardening belly day by day. There is indeed a very well-behaved resident inside, she is sleeping-yes, the therapist told him, it is a girl.Snotlite dreams come true!Harry really wanted to ask Snape if he had the prophetic blood.

But Snape became very busy. Apart from giving lessons to the students, he often disappeared, even during the day, sometimes in the middle of the night!The whereabouts are strangely like——I'm afraid it's not an affair!Harry tapped himself on the head.

In fact, he knows, he should know.

Sometimes he would wear the cloak of invisibility and follow him, watching Severus grow cold after he left his sight, with a gloomy look on his face, as if he was half-sinked in the shadows, a dark quagmire catching him .He was surprisingly familiar at that time.

He has changed, he has become like the professor in his memory, but he is not exactly the same, just has a similar atmosphere.

But in front of him, Severus didn't have the kind of indifference that no one wants to enter, he has warm emotions, he is a man surrounded by love, with the breath of life, so he is easy to approach, Also very attractive.

Maybe he's gotten so slimy during this time that even Snape can't stand his interruptions, such as being forced to offer up his legs when he's grading homework, being distracted to answer illogical questions , and get a bunch of passionate kisses.

Harry also felt that he was starting to be weird, his possessiveness was on the rise, but he didn't want to change.

On an ordinary morning in early December, it was a new day, and it was wonderful to wake up from the bed in the bedroom. Halfway through stretching, Harry let out a whoop and stopped his movements.

"What's going on?" Snape ran out of the bathroom, meeting the eyes of Potter, who had been unusually sensitive recently.

"She's moving." Harry said dryly, apparently he wasn't prepared either, just so frightened.

"Who?" Snape didn't realize what Daniel knew about her for a moment, and with the toothpaste foam still on the corner of his mouth, he felt a little confused—this kind of Snape was rare.

Then the ADHD kid jumped up, rolled over the bed and ran to Snape.

"She moved, touch it, she really moved!" Harry excitedly grabbed Snape's hand and placed it on his stomach, laughing as if he had been hit by the Daily Prophet's lottery jackpot generally.

"It's really moving." Snape was also frightened by the contact under his palm, but the child was indeed moving, and he could clearly feel her vitality and the powerful heartbeat through his belly.

He put both hands on Harry's belly, but he didn't feel the baby move afterward.

"She's turning over, and she won't move after turning over—this child is like you, I'm afraid she can stand in front of the cauldron for a day without changing her position." Harry said his guess, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt his I'm afraid my baby sweetheart is more like Snape.

But he also thought of his childhood, "Not necessarily, I was also very good when I was young. At that time, I was thin and small, and I didn't like sports."

He pursed his lips, and the more he thought about it, the worse he felt, so he put his hands on his stomach and lowered his head, and began to persuade his little sweetheart to exercise more, preferably turning over every hour, running and jumping, so that he could play Quidditch later.

"Don't worry, I won't complain about your father, I'm so strong, I can bear a few more blows from your little hands and feet."

What a stupid dad.Looking at Potter's stupid appearance, Snape felt that the maddening smell of blood that had recently been breathed by the Death Eaters had dissipated.

"Severus, have you entered the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry suddenly raised his head to look at Snape, he didn't like the feeling of being concealed.

He had experienced it for a long time. At that time, the old bat regarded him as a kid who could be fooled at will, and he didn't care what he thought, and both Dumbledore and Remus around him thought he was still a child, and the child Shouldn't have known those things.

But now, he and Severus were equals, they were not teachers and students, and he was not a child anymore.

"Tell me what you're doing now." Harry looked straight at him.

"Hmm." Snape snorted softly, and he stretched out his arms to hug the young man, making him sit down, he looked at the swollen belly in awe, his eyes seemed to be warmed by the warmth of spring blossoms from melting ice and snow.

"Isn't that what you were hoping for?" He reached up and brushed a bunch of fluffy fur behind Daniel's ear, now his big boy hair was growing back, with bangs so long they covered his glasses.

"You'll be fine." Harry grabbed Snape's hand.

"Don't worry, the Dark Lord is very satisfied with my job, he trusts me very much." Snape said, he paused, "and Dumbledore also trusts me."

The Dark Lord has high hopes for him because he broke into the Order of the Phoenix, but Dumbledore believes that he has a heart of love, so he will not be with those cold-blooded beasts.

Only he himself knew that he was only forced to work as a double agent, he would not be integrated into the Order of the Phoenix, he did not belong there, but the Dark Lord was indeed insane, and he was no longer the powerful king he followed at the beginning.

How can a lunatic be worthy of the throne of king so as to realize the Utopia promised at the beginning?

In December, Hogwarts put on Christmas decorations. As the festival approached, the holidays also came quietly. The students returned home, and the festive atmosphere outside the campus became more and more intense.

The Death Eaters' frenzied activities also seemed to be put to rest for the holidays - but that proved to be an illusion.

On Christmas Eve, the dementors of Azkaban escaped from prison. They wandered wantonly in Diagon Alley, threatening pedestrians, sucking away the happiness of wizards, and even wanted to give these vivid souls a kiss of death.

The current Minister of Magic, Harold Minkan, had to appear to quell people's anger. He stood on a makeshift podium, facing many reporters, and kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

"...I admit that deploying a large number of dementors failed to achieve the goal of containing those forces as we expected..." Before he could finish speaking, the dementors suddenly appeared at the press conference, and he crouched in shock. He crawled on the ground and hid under the feet of everyone, like an escaped hamster.

The stalking reporters immediately photographed and printed the minister's ugly face on the headline of the Daily Prophet, and he became the most talked about during the entire Christmas holiday.

The Aurors also complained, they were working overtime to catch those fleeing dementors, and at this moment, a series of job changes were like a capsized cruise ship in a storm, and countless people were in danger.It is obviously a holiday, but the undercurrent is surging, and the politicians are beginning to waver.

On the last day of the holiday, the Minister for Magic resigned.He was replaced by the well-known Iron Rose Millicent Barnold, as if the sword of Gryffindor had been inserted into the statue stone in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, and everyone's fluttering hearts were settled.

"Dumbledore has struck." Snape put down the newspaper in his hand. "The Dark Lord failed to fully control the Ministry of Magic. He failed."

"You mean that the new Minister of Magic is from the Order of the Phoenix." Harry glanced at the newspaper. He had heard about this man's deeds. It was said that he was a powerful Minister of Magic, much better than Fudge.

"No, but she was taught by Dumbledore, she is a Gryffindor." Snape said, "She is very grateful for the teacher-student relationship, and once published a document to publicly express her support for Dumbledore."

Harry stroked his swollen belly, which looked like a watermelon, and felt a lot more relieved.He took a sip of the hot milk in his hand and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Now he can't leave the house to help, he can only pray that his parents, his godfather, and the many people he has met or hasn't seen are safe.

Perhaps it was rumors that the families who had originally scheduled their due date at the end of March all quietly found a therapist to change the due date, or used potions to induce labor, or gritted their teeth and drank secret recipes to delay delivery. Like the day of the dead, no one wants to go to St. Mungo's to have a baby.

"Can't the due date really be changed?" Snape asked, looking anxiously at the laparotomy plan in his hand.

"There is no problem with this date. The first day of April is not the last day of March." The therapist Glenn looked at his teacher Pomfrey, and they exchanged glances.

"Severus, you have to believe in magic. This is the time that has been accurately calculated, and I guarantee that that day will not be brought forward." Pomfrey said, and the serious expression on the competent school doctor's face gave Sne Take a dose of stabilizer.

"I will always be there. Grant presides over the caesarean section. St. Mungo's will vacate a special room for the caesarean section. We discussed it with the dean in advance. He agreed to sign a non-disclosure agreement, which is strictly prohibited under the current policy of the Ministry of Magic. I have always regretted the laparotomy." Pomfrey said about their arrangement.

This is also the result of their coordination with Dean St. Mungo. A caesarean section is necessary for a wizard to give birth. However, in order to encourage births, the Ministry of Magic frantically lists laparotomy as black magic. Natural childbirth can indeed help women recover quickly.However, laparotomy does not mean that there are many sequelae and affect fertility.

This group of unrepentant old people still think that cutting open the stomach for surgery is not magic but a cruel method of black wizards.

Pomfrey was sullen when she thought about it, which was one of the reasons why she left St. Mungo's. The reform was too difficult, and it was better to face pure and lovely children.

"Teacher, let's have a closer discussion. I haven't had a laparotomy for 11 years." Glenn still felt that something was lacking. He stared at Snape's unfriendly death, and just wanted to hurry up. After chasing away the annoying family members of the pregnant woman, happily discuss the treatment.

"Oh, if you have no objection to the time, go back quickly. Don't forget to prepare the potions on the list. These are needed for laparotomy." Pomfrey also wanted to discuss with the former students, so he Started chasing Snape away.

Snape could only take the list and leave unhappily, but he was worried about the potion brewed by others.

But handing Daniel over to these two people, can he rest assured?

"You came back so early." Harry was frightened by Snape who suddenly emerged from the fireplace, and he immediately put a strip in his hand behind his back, but unfortunately his height couldn't cover the strip.

"Daniel Potter! How dare you ride a broom now!" Snape growled, he really couldn't imagine that Potter still couldn't forget to fly around on a broom!

"What's the matter with riding a broom? I'm in such good health that I can play a Quidditch game now!" Harry puffed out his stomach. To show that he was in great shape, he even patted his stomach and got his little Big applause from sweetheart.

"Look, your little sweetheart can't wait to play Quidditch!" He showed off and pointed to the little hand printed on his belly, feeling pain and joy.

Oh, when Snape wins the argument, he won't have time to ouch a few more times.Harry secretly cheered himself up.

"Potter!" Snape didn't care if the little bastard was too arrogant, he immediately strode over, grabbed the broom that should be broken and thrown into the fireplace with one hand, and picked up his restless broom Little bastard, carry him all the way to the sofa.Then start rolling up your sleeves.

"Snotty, you're finally going to rape me domestically! I knew it would happen!" Harry yelled at the top of his voice, like a goose with its throat choked.The next moment his ears were pinched, he began to exaggerate the pain, and the noise seemed to be nothing at all.

Sure enough, Potter was too full of vitality. Instead of worrying about his body, he might as well worry about whether he had a heart attack after worrying about his life all day long. Snape had a gloomy face. Heavy weight.

He was just too careful with Potter, and the heartless Potter didn't care about his intentions at all.