Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.49

On the night of Halloween, Voldemort personally led his loyal subordinates to deal with the son of prophecy who was gradually becoming famous in the wizarding world-the child who was destined to defeat him.

The mighty Demon King didn't believe that he would be defeated by a one-year-old child who couldn't even speak. Even Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century, couldn't defeat him.

how can that be possible?How could this happen?

"My dear Bella, you will deal with the Squib in the Longbottom family. I want to hear the most painful cries of that family." Voldemort commanded his most valued servant, and he believed that the Lestranges would There was no chance of cleaning up the Longbottom house.

And the one who is most likely to be the son of prophecy—the Potter family has long been nailed to the top of his list of thorns in the eyes, and he always remembers that he personally led his subordinates to make the most perfect demonstration. As a result, James Potter, a man who came out of nowhere, held up his wand to disperse his death curse, failing twice in a row, and he also summoned so many people to successfully cast the protection spell.

What a dreadful man--he disgraced him!

This time he must prevent the whole family from seeing the sun the next day.

Oh, the so-called fate, that should have been stepped on under his feet.

"Peter, tell your master, where is Potter's house?" The snake-faced devil summoned the most important traitor, his blood-red eyes were already drowned in blood, and only blood can prove his greatness and integrity. unbeatable.

"My master, you will definitely win, and let James Potter know what will happen if you fight against you!" Peter Pedro chuckled. The gray-black clothes looked like a mouse that had just climbed up from a stinking ditch, and his squeaky voice was very similar, and his behavior as a traitor in front of the battle proved that this was a low-level mouse in clothes. The human skin learned the human language and pretended to be a human being.

"Go." Voldemort held up his hand, as if victory was at hand.

However, fate really likes dramatic changes the most, as if this arrogant darkness collapsed overnight.

Even if the sacrifice was extremely tragic, a couple lived as if they were dead, and a couple went to hell together.

There is only love for one's own children, that is the magnificence that penetrates the clouds and shoots directly into the sky.

The most real and unpretentious emotion in this world also has the strongest power, it is a kind of purity that is difficult to find equivalent.

"What's wrong?" Harry finally put his treasure to sleep.

He returned to the bedroom, looking at Snape who was staring blankly at a piece of paper in his hand.The frizzy young man who always had a smile on his lips suddenly put down his hand, his complexion turned gray, and his long bangs cast a shadow on his eyes.

He knew what happened, he was the first person in this world to know what happened that night.

And he was powerless to make a change. He——Lily and James should hate him the most. He was the one who avoided seeing each other and watched fate move towards the established track.

Incompetent and cowardly, they definitely don't want to see him grow up like this.

"It'll be all right, I'll go take a look first." Snape stuffed the piece of paper into his pocket, strode over and grabbed Daniel's arm, and after noticing the sadness on the young man's face, he raised his hand , fingers kissed his cheek.

"Wait for me to come back." His voice was soft, with soothing magic, "Go and see Alexis, she needs you."

He left the bedroom and went downstairs to apparate directly to Godric's Hollow.

What he saw was a ruin, with flames everywhere, but the noise had gone away. The Order of the Phoenix was chasing the fleeing black robes, and the surrounding wizards stayed behind closed doors, but the central place of the flames had become this The busiest center at night.

Countless eyes are gathering here in the dark.

"Voldemort is dead." Dumbledore said to Snape, who had given the young man the news.

"The Potters were also killed, only the child survived." He took off his eyes and wiped the tears in them.

It was another life and death. The life of his most valued junior had just begun and was permanently frozen.Only an ignorant toddler was left behind, who had just learned to cry for his mother, which was the first sentence he learned.

"Are you going to take a look?" Dumbledore quickly recovered his mood, and returned to his usual wise and reliable posture.

He has seen too many joys and sorrows, and this is just one example, but because this is someone he values, the sorrow is even more serious.People are always like this, closeness is clear, even a saint can't avoid it, but he has experienced more than ordinary people, and he understands that the devil who wants to conquer the world brings all kinds of tragedies, and gouges out people's hearts. Under the large and small wounds of different shades.

Snape nodded.He walked into the door frame that had been burnt to black charcoal with a blank expression. The furnishings were vaguely discernible, and they were completely different from when he came in July. The vase was broken, the glass was broken, the wallpaper was burnt to mottled ashes, and the stairs were even more damaged. It seems that it is difficult to bear the weight of an adult, and it is precarious.

James Potter was lying on the stairs, a pool of creeping bloodstains accumulated under his body, winding a long trace.From the door to the landing - where he finally fell.

Snape only took one look at it before casting the Restoration Charm on the stairs, and he walked up to the second floor.

He pushed open the open door, and his friend Lily was lying on her back, her hand stretched out to the crib, her eyes were wide open, and her bleeding mouth was smiling, as if she was relieved from the suffering she had suffered. But more is the strong reluctance.

Snape bent down to cover her eyes, but couldn't.However, his ears were filled with annoying crying, and he looked into the crib impatiently, only to see the little boy of the Potter family was holding on to the bed rail with both hands and staring at him tearfully.He seemed to be petrified, the cry suddenly went out for a moment, and then it sounded again, louder and louder.

Snape could only walk over with a blank expression, he picked up the child, patted his butt hard, and the corners of his mouth straightened.

It seemed for a split second that he was looking at Alexis instead of the rowdy Potter pup.And he knew that the little girl in his family would not cry so loudly that the snot and tears were mixed together, but—little Potter no one would patiently coax him, he would experience this cruel society prematurely.

Just thinking of all kinds of misfortunes that would happen to this similar face, Snape's originally dark mood became gloomy again. He grimaced, stared at the crying child, and thought that Dumbledore was outside the house.

So all he could do was pick up the Potter pup, pat him on the back expertly, and hum a lullaby for babies, which really worked—and soon the brat was closing his eyes and sucking his thumb Fell asleep.

Snape took the child down the stairs, handing the burden to Dumbledore.

"I'm not going to adopt the child," said Snape, staring sullenly at Potter, who was awakened again in Dumbledore's arms, and met the emerald green eyes that looked up.

He closed his eyes, warding off his ill-timed sympathy.No - he must not take Potter home, or his little boy will really look up to Potter!What a disaster!

"Oh, Severus, it's good of you to think of yourself—don't worry, Lily left a will, and little Harry's aunt will adopt him." Dumbledore looked at this more and more normal person with relief. man's youth.

Sure enough, after becoming a father, no matter how hard-hearted a man is, he will become warm and enthusiastic.