[HP] Shh, it's a secret
Chapter 11 Chapter 11
That night, Snape didn't sleep.
Same the next day.
On the morning of the third day, Snape stood in front of the circular French window of the headmaster's office, and the sunlight outside the window was ironic.Crowds were coming and going on the lawn, preparing for a funeral.The restless old man was really dead, and it was nailed to the wall behind him, the biggest one.But the old man didn't intend to be silent even after he died, so he - Severus.Snape became Headmaster of Hogwarts, Acting Headmaster, with a formal appointment the following autumn.It really couldn't be better, and the Order of the Phoenix, the Death Eaters, and the Ministry of Magic all love it.
Regardless, Dumbledore's death caused panic, with some parents attempting to take their children away, more opting to rent a room in Hogsmeade adjoining the school until the holidays.The students were always the bravest and none left but one.The class is suspended for one day, and the exam will continue as scheduled.
"Look, Severus, the world won't stop turning without anyone...I've always wanted to ask you what happened to your mouth." Sitting in his huge frame, Dumbledore could finally Chewing his zizi honey candy with scruples (he never had scruples before).
Snape reached out and drew the curtains shut, and without warning, said a spell to the bow-knotted beard.The old man fell asleep and the world was quiet.
As for his mouth—the tear had scabbed over, and the bruise on his cheek would soon fade.Scars like this could have been healed with just a spell and a bit of whitewash, but he'd left them there, like a marker in another place.
In the middle of the night two days ago, someone rushed in and gave him a kiss.The visitor has a Peter.Pediru's face, of course, Snape could tell from the moment he saw that face that he could never be Pediru.The rat had no guts and no reason.Sure enough, the wretched figure began to elongate, and the distorted face was changing.
"It's a good feeling." The visitor brushed the long hair scattered on his forehead, and raised his chin. "It seems that Muggle's philosophy of life is not completely useless."
Snape couldn't recall his expression at all, but he thought he must be smiling.
Alive, father of his godson, not like a slaughtered...
He must have been smiling.
He could still hear that high lounging tone... For a split second, he felt like he could breathe freely again, even if he gave him that, damn it, it hurt.
"Want to do it again?" Snape remembered suggesting that.
"No, you don't owe us." Lucius said.Malfoy replied.Then he put his son on the bed, took off his boots and socks and covered him with the quilt.Then, it became Peter again.Pedilou backed out.Leaving him alone with the boy, and himself.
Countless flashes in my mind, like Muggle movies.When he saw the scene where the Dark Lord died and Potter survived, he felt relieved.Lily's son is safe.
"What about my parents, they trusted you so much, what did you do? 』
The boy's roar rang in his ears again.He never thought about it.Everything about him revolves around protecting Lily's son.He can loathe him, hate him, punish him with confinement, etc., but it is all based on saving his little life, which is the bottom line.Others, he hadn't thought about it.
But when the truth was presented to him in such a gory way, Severus.Snape admitted he regretted it.Some secrets should not be pried lightly.He can pretend he doesn't know, it's easy - emptying his mind, which has almost become his daily routine.But he knows that the person who cannot be deceived the most is always himself.
Dumbledore flew high from the tower, the green light of Avada Kedavra coming from his wand.This was planned by them, and it would have been well executed without Draco's accident... The old man always counted.They had also discussed the possibility of letting Draco do it himself, which Dumbledore vetoed.What did he say then?
"That boy's soul hasn't been completely ruined, and I don't want to tear it apart for my sake."
So what about the boy who appeared in his eyes now?
He saw him standing in front of the dilapidated Malfoy Manor; saw him holding Lucius's body, and then Narcissa's; saw him retching in an abandoned Muggle warehouse under heavy rain...
The boy he had watched from birth, his godson.
Brave and unyielding... Brave and unyielding... Heh.
But he did nothing wrong.right.
At least... Lily.Potter's son...
Lily...
right?
There was a knock on the door, and then the office door was pushed open.The vice-principal of the school appeared in front of Snape in a black suit and said to him, "It's almost time, Severus."
The curtains were drawn, and it was already evening.
Snape stood up from his chair and nodded to McGonagall.The latter left first, and she was going to the auditorium to organize the students who were already waiting there.
"Dumbledore, are you interested in attending your own funeral?" Snape asked kindly before opening the door.
The old man has been pretending to be asleep, and other portraits can be seen.
"No, no. Say goodbye to Severus for 'me', thanks."
"You're welcome."
Snape straightened his collar and closed the door behind him.
Not long after he left, an uninvited visitor appeared in front of the two gargoyles guarding the bottom of the principal's tower, holding a nearly burnt crown and an elder wand with only some burn marks in his hands.
"Dumbledore." Harry said.Porter said.The gargoyles split and jumped to the sides.
Same the next day.
On the morning of the third day, Snape stood in front of the circular French window of the headmaster's office, and the sunlight outside the window was ironic.Crowds were coming and going on the lawn, preparing for a funeral.The restless old man was really dead, and it was nailed to the wall behind him, the biggest one.But the old man didn't intend to be silent even after he died, so he - Severus.Snape became Headmaster of Hogwarts, Acting Headmaster, with a formal appointment the following autumn.It really couldn't be better, and the Order of the Phoenix, the Death Eaters, and the Ministry of Magic all love it.
Regardless, Dumbledore's death caused panic, with some parents attempting to take their children away, more opting to rent a room in Hogsmeade adjoining the school until the holidays.The students were always the bravest and none left but one.The class is suspended for one day, and the exam will continue as scheduled.
"Look, Severus, the world won't stop turning without anyone...I've always wanted to ask you what happened to your mouth." Sitting in his huge frame, Dumbledore could finally Chewing his zizi honey candy with scruples (he never had scruples before).
Snape reached out and drew the curtains shut, and without warning, said a spell to the bow-knotted beard.The old man fell asleep and the world was quiet.
As for his mouth—the tear had scabbed over, and the bruise on his cheek would soon fade.Scars like this could have been healed with just a spell and a bit of whitewash, but he'd left them there, like a marker in another place.
In the middle of the night two days ago, someone rushed in and gave him a kiss.The visitor has a Peter.Pediru's face, of course, Snape could tell from the moment he saw that face that he could never be Pediru.The rat had no guts and no reason.Sure enough, the wretched figure began to elongate, and the distorted face was changing.
"It's a good feeling." The visitor brushed the long hair scattered on his forehead, and raised his chin. "It seems that Muggle's philosophy of life is not completely useless."
Snape couldn't recall his expression at all, but he thought he must be smiling.
Alive, father of his godson, not like a slaughtered...
He must have been smiling.
He could still hear that high lounging tone... For a split second, he felt like he could breathe freely again, even if he gave him that, damn it, it hurt.
"Want to do it again?" Snape remembered suggesting that.
"No, you don't owe us." Lucius said.Malfoy replied.Then he put his son on the bed, took off his boots and socks and covered him with the quilt.Then, it became Peter again.Pedilou backed out.Leaving him alone with the boy, and himself.
Countless flashes in my mind, like Muggle movies.When he saw the scene where the Dark Lord died and Potter survived, he felt relieved.Lily's son is safe.
"What about my parents, they trusted you so much, what did you do? 』
The boy's roar rang in his ears again.He never thought about it.Everything about him revolves around protecting Lily's son.He can loathe him, hate him, punish him with confinement, etc., but it is all based on saving his little life, which is the bottom line.Others, he hadn't thought about it.
But when the truth was presented to him in such a gory way, Severus.Snape admitted he regretted it.Some secrets should not be pried lightly.He can pretend he doesn't know, it's easy - emptying his mind, which has almost become his daily routine.But he knows that the person who cannot be deceived the most is always himself.
Dumbledore flew high from the tower, the green light of Avada Kedavra coming from his wand.This was planned by them, and it would have been well executed without Draco's accident... The old man always counted.They had also discussed the possibility of letting Draco do it himself, which Dumbledore vetoed.What did he say then?
"That boy's soul hasn't been completely ruined, and I don't want to tear it apart for my sake."
So what about the boy who appeared in his eyes now?
He saw him standing in front of the dilapidated Malfoy Manor; saw him holding Lucius's body, and then Narcissa's; saw him retching in an abandoned Muggle warehouse under heavy rain...
The boy he had watched from birth, his godson.
Brave and unyielding... Brave and unyielding... Heh.
But he did nothing wrong.right.
At least... Lily.Potter's son...
Lily...
right?
There was a knock on the door, and then the office door was pushed open.The vice-principal of the school appeared in front of Snape in a black suit and said to him, "It's almost time, Severus."
The curtains were drawn, and it was already evening.
Snape stood up from his chair and nodded to McGonagall.The latter left first, and she was going to the auditorium to organize the students who were already waiting there.
"Dumbledore, are you interested in attending your own funeral?" Snape asked kindly before opening the door.
The old man has been pretending to be asleep, and other portraits can be seen.
"No, no. Say goodbye to Severus for 'me', thanks."
"You're welcome."
Snape straightened his collar and closed the door behind him.
Not long after he left, an uninvited visitor appeared in front of the two gargoyles guarding the bottom of the principal's tower, holding a nearly burnt crown and an elder wand with only some burn marks in his hands.
"Dumbledore." Harry said.Porter said.The gargoyles split and jumped to the sides.
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