[HP] Can you be gentle with me

"Lord, I didn't get a professorship at the school." Tahlia was taken aback when Snape said it.

Why did Snape still show such a smug expression when he failed to complete the task?The uneasiness in my heart gradually expanded.

"You didn't get the professorship—" Voldemort said coldly. "But you still have the face to come back to see me?" The movement of pulling out the wand seemed to be in slow motion in Tahlia's eyes. What should she do?Did something really have to happen to Snape...

"But I've got information that you might be interested in, Lord," Snape said again.

"What information?" Although the tone was still flat, Tahlia could still hear the curiosity in Voldemort's words, and she stopped taking out her wand.

Snape knelt with his head down the whole time, so he didn't know that he was about to experience the first punishment in his life from Voldemort just now, so he just spoke again, unable to hide his excitement. "I heard a prophecy."

"Oh?" Voldemort raised one eyebrow and sat back. "Tell me." Tahlia was relieved to see that his hand was far away from the eerie wand.

Snape looked up, and clearly said the prophecy he had heard. "The one with the energy to conquer the Dark Lord approached - born into a family that defeated the Dark Lord three times - born in the seventh month -" At this point, his narrative stopped and did not speak again .

"That's not all, is it, Severus?" After pondering for a while, Voldemort said coldly.

"Yes, Lord," Snape said. "It was discovered before I heard the full prophecy, but—we've got enough information, I think."

"Indeed." Voldemort said flatly. "But it's just nonsense, Severus, no one—no one will have the energy to conquer me, I am the only, powerful being."

Then Snape felt a sudden cold sweat on his back, he thought this prophecy would make up for his failure to get the position, but obviously the Lord was not satisfied, he...

"But you still have something to contribute, Severus - it reminds me." Voldemort's voice sounded again. "Maybe I indulged those stupid people too much to give them the... courage to predict my failure--I will never forgive it," he said. "Even if that's not going to happen, I'm going to kill him in the bud, Barty," he said to someone near Tahlia. "I made an exception to let you join, and it's time for you to do things for me, to find out who gave birth in July—the point is, to find out about those annoying members of the Phoenix Society."

The young Barty Crouch enthusiastically agreed, and then hurried away.

Tahlia mourned for the poor family for a while, no matter which family the child is, the whole family will probably be in trouble──

...Damn it.

Lily's words from last year suddenly sounded in my mind...'The therapists said that the due date is about July or August──'

Their child will not be so perfect, it will be born in July, right?

There was no expression on his face, no—Merlin would not play tricks on them like this, James and Lily's child, Sirius' godson, was definitely born in August, absolutely.

But the next day, this thought was severely beaten to pieces.

Barty brought two rosters.

NevilleLongbottom, born on July [-].

And Harry Potter, born on July 31st.

The last day of July──

It's like a trick of fate.

Voldemort looked at the two names coldly.

It was Longbottom and Potter, the two hateful Aurors who repeatedly sabotaged their plans.He didn't believe in such vain things as fate, but looking at the present, he was able to justifiably get rid of these two thorns in his eyes.

No, maybe Potter was more annoying, seeing that he also married a Mudblood and had a lowly half-breed.

mixed race.

"Kill them," he ordered.After a while, I added another sentence. "Parents don't let it go."

Tahlia saw Snape freeze across the way.

It's because of Lily.

Voldemort made a point of killing Lily.

"Severus, I think you have something to say to me?" Voldemort said suddenly.

Snape stood up straight, then, nodded slowly.

Voldemort's response was to simply ask everyone to leave except Snape.

Damn.

"Lord, I must report to you about—" Tahlia stepped forward.

"I said, leave." Voldemort interrupted her coldly.

Tahlia stopped and bowed deeply. "Then I'll talk to you later?"

"I'm looking forward to your report." Voldemort nodded slightly, waving her away.

Glancing at Snape for the last time, Tahlia resisted the urge to cast a spell on Voldemort, and slowly exited the room. The door closed behind her, and the Death Eaters outside had already dispersed, leaving her alone. People are standing in the corridor.

She cannot leave.

She couldn't leave Snape alone in there, especially what he might face...

There was no sound at all in the room.

There are three possibilities, the first is that Voldemort was really just chatting with Snape, and nothing happened, but this option can be ignored because the probability is close to zero, considering that Tahlia can guess what Snape wanted to say to Voldemort something.

The second possibility is that Snape was directly tortured and passed out.

The third possibility was that Snape was abnormally able to tolerate pain without making a sound.

Whether it is the second or third possibility, Tahlia finds it unbearable.

As long as she thought of him suffering in the room, while she stood outside, unable to do anything, she felt deeply powerless.

Powerless against Voldemort, powerless against Snape.

It seemed like a long time passed, so long that Tahlia had heard a few ringings of the wall clock before the door opened in front of her, and the one who walked out was a stiff-faced Snape, whose steps were not as steady as usual, but rather shaky, Tahlia's Her heart tugged again, but she didn't let her arms rise to support him.

She just glanced at him, walked past him, and closed the door directly.

From then on, Snape was separated from her and Voldemort forever.

"Ah, Tahlia." Voldemort called. "I thought you'd be happy to hear what Severus told me just now?"

Tahlia stepped forward and knelt on the ground. "If you'd like to tell me—"

"It seems that Severus has a soft spot for the Mudblood Potter married?" Voldemort asked jokingly. "And I happened to find out just now, that Mudblood...has a good relationship with you, too?"

"It's not good at all, Lord." Tahlia said flatly with an endorsement tone. "The woman never knows the occasion, yes, we had a conversation, but—" She looked up. "I think you know, she married that... Potter." She said the last sentence in the most disgusting tone of her life.

Voldemort let out a creepy chuckle. "I think so, my poor Tahlia," he said. "Now you should want them to disappear?"

"I want them dead because they are always foolishly obstructing your great affairs, Lord," Tahlia said. "Of course, I hate them and wish they would disappear from this world, but the reason I think so is because of their disrespect to you."

Voldemort couldn't be happier.

"Back to the point, Tahlia." Originally, he didn't plan to press what he just learned from Snape. Tahlia behaved well, even if what happened in her student days, it's not the case now, which he can see in the past two years very clear.

This girl is definitely his most capable subordinate.

"Severus just had the audacity to beg me...beg me to spare that Mudblood—what do you think?"

Tahlia looked up. "Of course not, Lord." Frowning. "How could he ask of you like that? You shouldn't let anyone who threatens you go, should you?"

"That's what I told him too." Voldemort said lazily. "However, he still tried to convince me, I admit, it surprised me, Tahlia, where do you think he got the courage?"

Of course it was because he cared about Lily's emotions.

Tahlia didn't say that. "I think he was just temporarily bewitched by that woman?"

Voldemort smiled strangely again. "That's what my dear Severus told me at the end," he said. "After I had a good... chat with him."

Resisting the urge to shout Avatar at Voldemort, now is not the time, Tahlia smirked. "People have to go through some lessons before they know what it means to be loyal."

"You are indeed my faithful servant, Tahlia." Voldemort raised his lips. "Now, let's not talk about it - tell me what you want to report to me..."

Tahlia stood up slowly. "Yes, about challenging the Ministry of Magic—"

Two days later, Snape popped up at Malfoy Manor, where Tahlia happened to be having dinner with Lucius and the others.

"I don't remember ever giving you permission to use the fireplace for an unannounced visit, especially without anyone's invitation," Lucius said, frowning, looking at the haggard Snape.

"Can I talk to her?" Snape said without any sign of apology.

Lucius frowned even more, and was about to speak, but Tahlia cut him off. "I don't think I have anything to talk to you about, Severus."

"It's important," Snape insisted.

"Is it very important to you?" Tahlia continued to eat without any intention of getting up. "You can't expect everyone to go along with your ideas."

Snape stood there in a daze, unable to say anything.

He had come with the last hope, he knew Tahlia lived here and he could only count on her to convince the Lord not to kill Lily for him.

That's Lily!

He stood like this, and when he saw Tahlia still eating slowly, anger rose from the bottom of his heart, if he didn't ask her now, he didn't need to stay here to suffer.

Finally, Tahlia swallowed the last mouthful of food, stood up slowly, and nodded to Lucius and the others. "Then I'm going home."

What?

Snape spoke hastily. "Where are you going?"

"Go home." Tahlia raised an eyebrow. "I didn't know you were still around."

Snape took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions - absolutely not angry. "We need to talk."

"I refuse." Tahlia said coldly. "Why do you want me to talk to you?"

"It didn't take you a moment, did it?" Snape said. "You just live here, find a room and talk to me, what's the problem?"

Tahlia smirked. "I guess that's the problem, isn't it?" she said. "Of course it's not difficult to talk to you. The point is, I don't want to spend that time at all. By the way, your information is probably out of date. I don't live here long ago." After finishing speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"It's about the prophecy," Snape shouted in desperation.

And Tahlia really stopped.

"About that matter, what can we talk about?" Tahlia asked lightly. "Don't tell me you want to disobey the Lord's orders."

"Of course not!" Snape said, but he hesitated to speak again, and instead looked at Lucius and the two of them displeased.

"You should pay attention, Lucius is the owner of this manor, what's your attitude?" Tahlia said bluntly. "Is there a guest like you that the master should avoid? What's more, you are not even a guest."

Turning back and nodding to Lucius, who was obviously also very angry, Tahlia pushed the door open, ignored Snape, and prepared to Apparate.

However, the last thing that caught my eye was the black robe rushing towards me, grabbing my arm just as I apparated—

In the next second, both of them fell to the floor of her carefully arranged room.