[HP] Illusion

When Harry fell to the ground through a layer of cold and dark matter, he realized that something was wrong. In fact, the memory he wanted to enter just now was not this.

But he did know what this place was. After the war, he had secretly gone to it without telling everyone, and took away many books and letters inside, some of which were still placed on the bookcase outside his bedroom.

Now this small living room is a bit different from what I remember. The layout of the house is actually similar. The overall feeling is old and dark. There is a lamp with a candle hanging from the ceiling. The dim light makes the whole room very depressing. Not far away The fabric sofa has rough edges, and a few dirty-looking cushions with little pattern are randomly placed on the sofa. Everything is so similar, but there is only one thing, the wall like a soft-walled prison cell. It is not filled with the books that exist in memory, it is empty, and even in the dim light, you can see the dust flying on it.

Harry took two steps forward, and only then did he see clearly the two people not far away from him.It was a woman and a little boy. They were wearing very old-fashioned clothes of poor material, and they looked familiar.

Harry rubbed his emerald eyes vigorously.

The little boy in front of him has jet-black hair that is as dark as his own. The difference from his bird's nest is that the little boy's hair is fine and soft, flat and docile. The greasy look is very different.

If it weren't for knowing that this was a memory, Harry would even have wanted to touch that head of hair that hadn't become greasy.Harry withdrew his half-outstretched hand, a little surprised by his subconscious action.

Something flashed through my memory.Harry tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see the little boy in front of him clearly again.

The small body in front of him looks like he is three or four years old, thin and weak, just like his former self-but why is such a thin boy so much taller than himself when he grows up?Harry carefully recalled the height difference between the two, and someone who grew up could only be looked up to under normal circumstances.

It is undeniable that the angle he is in now makes him feel extremely delicate.

If it weren't for the iconic hooked nose, maybe he really wouldn't have recognized the little boy in front of him as Snape.

As an adult, Snape always gives people a dark and cold feeling. When he looks at people, he has no warmth, and people are afraid to avoid them.Not only him, he had seen many Slytherins clearly saw Snape's bat-like black wizard robe, but they either huddled in the corner and tried their best to avoid it, or they would rather take a long way than pass by him.

For some reason, Harry always felt a little nostalgic for those times.

—perhaps he could pull out some memories and put them in the Pensieve.This sounds like a great idea.

The little boy in front of him was hugging the thigh of a woman who looked a bit timid, and was talking to the woman timidly, but because Harry was too surprised at the moment, his attention was completely caught by the little boy who looked like a small ball. Attracted by the boy, he couldn't hear the conversation between the two at all.Well, maybe it’s also because the little boy’s voice doesn’t sound the same as the adult Snape’s magnetic voice like a double bass, oh no, Merlin forgive him, this baby voice is really Was it Snape?

Harry couldn't count how many times he had been surprised by this point.

The contrast was so great that Harry even felt a little overwhelmed.Was that what Snape was like when he was a kid?Was this boy really Snape?If not, what about the iconic hooked nose, even though it didn't look as straight as he'd grown up to, so didn't Snape grow up with that sullen look?

wrong--

The door not far behind Harry squeaked open. At the same moment, the boy subconsciously straightened his back. He didn't let go of his hand holding the woman, but looking carefully, his thin body seemed to be moving. Trembling slightly, that stiff little face carried a kind of indifference and stubbornness. Maybe the little boy didn't realize that the expression he tried to hold on was actually far from the emptiness he showed when he was an adult, because Harry Fear and resentment can still be seen in it.At least when he first met the Potions Professor, Harry's perception of him was similar to the message he wanted to convey to others, and he was sure it wasn't because he was too young at that time, but because the man pretended to be The protective color had already merged with him, and it wasn't until he read the man's memory that he realized how wrong he was.

Harry turned his head subconsciously, a drunk man walked in with a half-drunk bottle, and he slowly stepped back to make way for the man, even though he actually It doesn't stop a man, but it's obviously not good to be passed through, it will make him feel like a ghost.

The drunken man directly kicked the door shut with his foot, there was a loud bang, the furniture in the room trembled faintly, and everyone, big and small, seemed to be terrified.

The little boy tightly pulled the trousers that had been pulled into a ball by him, as if he wanted to pull the woman back together, but the woman's legs did not move at all, until the man roared "Get out" and pushed away fiercely. Standing in the middle of the motionless woman, the woman staggered a step and almost stepped on the boy who was like a small ball.

"No!" The little boy who was still speaking in a childlike voice suddenly moved. He puffed out his small chest as if wanting to cheer himself up. He opened his hands to block the woman, but the woman nervously hid him behind her. Her movements were very small, and she was timid and didn't dare to provoke the drunk man.

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about, you dare to disobey me..."

The woman hurriedly pushed the little boy behind her away, and told him eagerly: "Go back to your room, don't come out..."

Although the little boy didn't want to leave, he was still too young to stand up to the man's roar. Under the woman's more and more urgent urging, he stumbled to the door of a room.

Harry chased after him in two or three steps, and found that the little boy's dark eyes contained tears like thick mist. He was angry and frightened, unwilling, but helpless.

……

Harry suddenly found himself rising slowly from the Pensieve, and soon he was landing on the cold ground.

Harry didn't get up immediately, perhaps the temperature could make his brain clearer.

He had never seen this memory before, but he wasn't quite sure, he had seen a similar scene when Snape taught him Occlumency, but the memory that appeared at that time flashed by - he didn't even Discovering that the girl who last appeared in Snape's mind was his mother, Snape, who learned a lesson later, borrowed Dumbledore's Pensieve like he does now, and stuffed all the memories he didn't want him to see Inside... Maybe this memory is from that time?

He had seen those memories countless times, so Harry was sure that this passage did not exist in the memories Snape gave him.

It's no wonder that Snape didn't want others to see the three-headed version of Snape. Harry's mouth was unconsciously tainted with a little smile.

It is not known whether Snape found out that he had leaked this memory in the Pensieve, or whether Dumbledore discovered this little memory.In this pensieve, are there other memories that he doesn't know about?

Harry looked at the dilapidated watch on his wrist, the time showed 03:30 in the morning, which was a bit late, and he had a first grade class early in the morning tomorrow.

never mind.Harry rubbed his forehead, which had long since ceased to sting, and slowly stood up.

A gloomy wind came in through the gap in the window, Harry shivered, walked over to close the window, the sky outside was gray and heavy, the clouds were thick and foggy, naturally he couldn't even see a single star, he again After standing by the window and watching for a while, he walked towards his bed.

The soft big bed was much better than the beds in his student dormitory.Even though he had just closed the windows, it was still freezing in the room, and Harry hadn't let the fireplace burn, the raging flames would have made it harder for him to sleep.Harry rolled the quilt on the bed so casually that he almost buried his head in it.

Soon, he was motionless, and he didn't even seem to have any slight ups and downs.

After the war, Harry returned to Hogwarts to make up for the seventh grade. After graduation, he took two O and three E NEWTs, rejected the special invitation from the Auror Command, and shyly turned down the headmaster who had become the headmaster. Professor McGonagall applied to stay in school to become a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and until now three years later, he is still standing tall and continuing his teaching career of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts-of course this may It has to do with the fact that the man who put the curse on this faculty is dead.

He stayed anyway, managed to borrow the Pensieve, which was already Hogwarts property, into his bedroom, and never returned it.

When he applied to stay at Hogwarts to teach, not to mention Ron and Hermione, even McGonagall didn't quite understand. He once swore to McGonagall that he would become an Auror—he was dismissed by countless people before he graduated. After one questioning, and his impressive Defense Against the Dark Arts results, Harry's becoming an Auror is almost a certainty.

No one knows, maybe Harry stayed only for this pensieve, which was left by Dumbledore, and it once carried the memories of the two greatest headmasters and...

Before graduation, he tried to apply for "borrowing" from Professor McGonagall, but the answer he got was that this Pensieve was already the public property of Hogwarts and was not allowed to be borrowed.

Under the puzzled eyes of the other party, Harry smiled shyly, and did not immediately show his persistence.

Instead, after he successfully applied for the teaching position of Defense Against the Dark Arts because of the strength he showed in the war, when he applied to Professor McGonagall to borrow the Pensieve again, McGonagall stared straight at him, Let Harry always have a feeling that he has nothing to hide.

In fact, he really needed it.

"I don't know what you need it for, but please don't let it affect your teaching performance." Because of Hogwarts' regulations, McGonagall had a stern face and almost reluctantly took the Pensieve come out.

"I promise." Harry vowed after getting an affirmative answer.

In fact, in the seventh grade, he had coveted the Pensieve countless times, until Professor McGonagall moved the office, and it was no longer so convenient for Harry to do it.

Harry, who finally got the thing, didn't think about returning it. He kept it in his most private space, which made him feel at ease. Sometimes, he even felt that he couldn't do without it.