Trouble with hp love at first sight

C.7

"Dad." Alexis, who was sitting on the sofa reading the review materials, stood up after hearing the sound from the fireplace and looked at Snape who came back so early in surprise.

"I thought you wouldn't come back until the afternoon." Although she was surprised, her expression quickly returned to calm, and even her voice sounded as if her father had just gone for a walk instead of seeing him for more than ten years of her other father.

"How are you talking?" She watched her father walk towards her and picked up the textbook she put on the coffee table, flipping through it casually.

"I don't know what Potter told you that you just believed him." Snape snorted coldly, obviously he felt that his innocent child had been deceived, but—he Looking at Alexis, she is already this big, and she is taller than her peers, and she is so outstanding and smart.

He didn't think Alexis would easily believe the nonsense of a cousin who had never met.

"Don't tell me you really think Potter will be your father." He frowned, obviously not wanting to talk about the two together, especially Daniel, the name hadn't come out of his mouth for many years , but it has been lingering on the tip of his tongue, he does not want to share with the second person the tragic past of his being abandoned, and his yearning for such a cruel and cruel man for so many years—as if he wants to Unforgettable brought about by the deep hatred swallowed alive.

"Oh, then think that I was deceived by him." Alexis shrugged, "I just hope you are better, maybe he is Daniel..."

"Alexis!" Snape gritted his teeth, and pronounced the name casually rather than his daughter's - as expected, this name had a deeper influence on him than he thought.

"He's not your father." He unbuttoned the collar with his rare hand, grabbed the textbook and sat on the sofa.

It seemed as if he was out of strength, or he was reminded again that the harm that man had done to him still existed on his spirit after so many years, leaving an indelible mark.

After quickly adjusting his mentality, he opened the textbook in his hand and looked at the dense notes on it—his child was like a student when he liked to write a lot of things in the textbook, sometimes it was experience, sometimes it was accidental. Little thoughts of magic.

"Have you finished your homework? It's almost time for final exams." He remembered that his child was in sixth grade now - just one year behind Potter, and she was due to take the NEWTs next year.

How time flies!It was like gravel passing between his fingers, and he hadn't been able to get any news from Daniel from the beginning to the end.Only one Potter dared to offend this territory of memory that belonged to him alone.

He really experienced Potter's audacity and ignorance, as well as the ubiquitous spirit of self-sacrifice.

"I've already done it." Alexis was stunned for a while, and she quickly replied.

She stood there looking at her father, who was recovering from a serious illness, sitting on the sofa. The last time she saw him was at Christmas the year before last - last year, because of the influence of the Dark Lord's return, her father had forbidden her to return to England.

It had been so long before he knew it--always, his father's concern for his cousin was always extraordinary.He always had Harry Potter in his eyes, didn't he?

And if Harry Potter is Daniel, which sounds pretty darn good, and she doesn't have to cast jealousy over her so-called cousin, then it should.

Even if her father didn't know what subject she was best at, didn't know her grades, let alone how many O's she got in her OWLs - and she knew he could definitely get a few O's in Harry Potter .

So Harry Potter is Daniel, and he absolutely has to be Daniel.

"I have a therapist appointment at St. Mungo's tomorrow morning," Alexis said. "Dad, you seem to be recovering well - if the therapist gives you the same opinion, I suggest you go back to Honolulu sooner." Gwartz, there will be elves to take care of you-and I'm going back, I can't miss the final exam." Her face happened to be anxious, as if she really had to go back to prepare for those damn things Headache exam.

"Is there anything you don't understand?" Snape asked blankly after a brief silence, just like in the past few years, when he asked the director couple of the Potions Association who immigrated to the United States to bring his children After leaving and fostering in their home, he realized that he really owed a lot to this child, whether it was the time spent together or the most basic care.

Looking at the face that looked very similar to Potter, Snape felt that they were blood relatives.

James Potter was his lifelong enemy, and Daniel Potter was the thief who stole his heart, a family that was rich in scoundrels and villains.

Even the little Potter was trying to take something from him, or maybe he was just thinking of a different way to torture his professor.

He couldn't help admitting his distaste for the face, so perhaps that was part of the reason for sending the child away.

So he became an unqualified father.

"No." Alexis shook her head, she chuckled, "Dad, you don't have to think too much. You go and rest first, the therapist said you need a lot of rest."

"I'd better call Harry Potter, he'll be happy to take care of you. Some things are still inconvenient for me."

"No." Snape's face darkened with anger when he heard the name of Potter's cub.

But he was still no match for his daughter's going her own way. She cheerfully sprinkled a handful of Floo powder on the fireplace and reactivated the Floo network.

"Presence is not as important as health, let alone we are a family, aren't we?" Alexis grinned.

They really were family, it had to be admitted - starting with Daniel, who was sort of uncle to Potter's cub.

Snape's stomach ached thinking about the new title, and the new connection to Potter - which meant he couldn't get rid of that brownie with a skin thicker than the walls of Hogwarts Castle.

When Harry was invited back to Spinner's End, he happily performed his duty of care for Snape, cooking him, making his bed, making the old bastard lie down comfortably, and sending him book.

"If you want a lullaby, it's not that I can't sing it." Harry stood happily on the edge of the bed, looking expectantly at Snape who seemed to be facing the flames of hell.

Snape sternly regarded the noisy Potter as air, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Shut up, Potter." The voice was abrupt and harsh, as if a fishbone had been stuck in his throat.

"Okay." Harry shrugged, then turned off the bedroom light and drew the heavy black curtains.

He closed the door and went down the stairs.

"The old bastard is getting harder and harder!" he muttered angrily.

"You failed." Alexis looked at Harry who was coming down the steps, with a packed suitcase at her feet.

"Are you leaving?" Harry looked from the suitcase to the face of his grown little girl in surprise.

"I have something to do at school," Alexis said, "just in case you're here, Dad, please take care of you—take him to St. Mungo's for a routine check-up tomorrow, I've already made an appointment, The potions are also in the drawer in the living room."

She saw the reluctance and entanglement in Harry's eyes, so she smiled softly, "It's almost the end of May, and I'm going to prepare for my exams—and since the Dark Lord is dead and the Great War in England is over, father will also think about it." Let me transfer back to Hogwarts. I need some time to say goodbye to my friends over there, and other things..."

"I see." Harry said excitedly, "So you'll be back for the summer vacation, right?"

He looked lovingly at the little girl he had managed to grow so big and beautiful that other parents were jealous, obviously not long ago she was only so small that she could only be held in his arms, coaxed, kissed and hugged She played with her and taught her how to speak.

"Yeah." Alexis nodded.

"Then you go back quickly." Harry said quickly, "Come back early, I - and Severus will be waiting for you." He looked at his little girl eagerly and lovingly.

Not long after we met, we parted again.

"Dad, he—he's just a little awkward," Alexis pursed her lips, and she grabbed the small suitcase beside her, "Anyway, Dad will trouble you."

With that, she climbed into the fireplace, on her way to the Ministry of Magic's International Hearth Point.

Oh - I hope this Mr. Potter can be of some use, after all, her father has only watched such a silly and innocent Potter for so many years.