HP's Wretched

Snape, who was still preparing medicine for Flott in the underground laboratory, hurriedly turned off the crucible when he heard the sound of glass shattering upstairs, and rushed upstairs frantically.When he just arrived at the door of his bedroom, he was startled by the scene inside for two seconds.

I saw that the windows in the house had been shattered, leaving glass shards all over the floor, and everything hanging on the wall had been smashed to the ground, and what was even more strange was the wall, with cracks like a crazy growing tree Branches have split from one wall to the other.

Snape pulled out the wand from his cuff without hesitation, and he didn't care about restoring the whole dilapidated room, so he could only take the time to cast a protective spell on himself, and then stepped over to the bedside to try to control it. At this time, Flott was clutching his head in pain and curled up on the bed. Snape didn't know what caused Flott's headache and magic riot, so he didn't dare to cast any spells without authorization, so he could only cast Flott Pulling to his side, stroking her head to infuse a little magic power into it, to relieve her headache and prevent her from backlashing due to the magic riot.

"Flott, Flott!" Snape anxiously called out to Flott, trying to see if he could regain some of Flott's consciousness.

Flotte didn't respond to him, but still screamed in pain while clutching her head, she rolled herself into a shrimp as hard as she could, as if this would relieve the pain.

The cold sweat on Snape's forehead had already begun to break out. He was always calm and self-possessed, but now his mind went blank. He didn't know how Voldemort tortured Flott before he received Narcissa's notice. He didn't know what method he could use to alleviate Flote's pain, he only knew that every scream from Flote at this time was a hard punch in his heart.

"Flote, it's okay, you'll be fine after taking the medicine." This comforting sentence seemed insignificant in the face of Flote's pain.

But I don't know if it was Snape's call that had an effect, or Flotte walked out by her own will, the cracks on the wall that spread wildly in all directions miraculously stopped, but the screams of the person on the bed It can tear people's hearts even more.

Only then did Snape understand that it wasn't that Flott was sober and able to control, but that her riots had been exhausted by the pain.

At this time, Flotte's painfully distorted face was already filled with tears flowing out. These were not tears of sadness, but tears of extreme pain and wanting to be relieved.Now it seems that all the blood in her body is condensed on her head, and the swelling pain is like a bomb that will explode at any time in a complete watermelon. As a watermelon, Flotte, she now It hurts so much that I can't wait for my head to explode like this.The small and noisy sounds in her ears, like ten thousand ants gnawing on her ears, invaded every neuron in her head without hesitation, and together with the swelling pain in her head pretentious.

Although Flotte couldn't hear anyone's cries except for the pain and the noise in her ears, she could smell a potion smell that was familiar enough to make her feel at ease.

I don't know how long it has passed, Flotte has no sound or movement, the only thing left is to quietly curl up beside Snape, holding on to his robe tightly, I don't know if it is because of the pain that she has no strength Passed out, or the torture really stopped, anyway, it was so quiet that it was scary.Snape didn't dare to call her name at this moment, although he had called her name thousands of times when Flott was tortured, but now he was really afraid that if he called again, he would wake up and calm down Flutter.

Flote's face has no blood at all now, the sweat on her forehead has even dyed her hair wet, her eyes are tightly closed, if not for the breath, she is really no different from a dead person up.

As Flott's breathing became more stable, Snape confirmed that Flott should have fallen asleep, and stopped feeding Flott with magic power.Snape, who had just raised his hand, was also dizzy, and his body was a bit overwhelmed by the too long delivery of magic power.But now is not the time for him to rest, he has to find out what is the cause of this headache. In fact, he has already fed her a bottle of palliative when he brought Flote back, but look at the scene just now It doesn't seem to have any effect.

Speaking of the palliative he gave Flott, it was actually to ease the pain Flott suffered, and the cause of the current headache is very likely to be the effect caused by the Dark Lord's instigating mind in Flott's head. But... Remembrance...

This worrying thought was actually thought of by Snape a long time ago. Flott does not know Occlumency, so it is very likely that some things have already been known by the Dark Lord, but the Dark Lord said that Flott is useless. And he didn't realize that he was a traitor, why is that, did the Dark Lord's instigmatism fail?But that doesn't make sense either.

Snape sat on the edge of the bed, quietly looking at Flotte, who was still curled up beside him, who seemed to have slept soundly, but his own heart was still aching.He raised his hand and gently brushed the sticky hair on Flote's face behind Flott's ears. He wanted Flott to lie flat and lie in the middle of the bed, but when he was about to move Flott, Only to find that Flotte's hand was still tightly grasping his robe and would not let go...

How come this bad habit of grabbing his robes since he was a child can't be changed, Snape thought helplessly in his heart, but the frown on his face loosened a little because of Flott's little action.Snape sighed softly, and wanted to pull the robe out of Flott's hand first, and then move Flott to the center of the bed, but he didn't pull the robe very hard, Flott's side It seemed to sense something, but it became tighter and tighter.

Could this be pretending to be asleep?

But looking at Flott's pale face at this time, Snape still denied the idea just now, but there is still the energy to grab the robe with him, no matter whether it is subconscious or intentional, it seems that the pain is probably over.

Flott didn't want to let go, so Snape didn't hold back. He originally wanted to prepare Flott with a magic stabilizer after he settled her down, but looking at the current situation, he really didn't want to. I didn't dare to leave suddenly, so I had to continue to sit by the bed and accompany me.

Seeing the troublemaker who was always barking his teeth and claws every day, never letting go of troublemakers, but now curled up quietly beside him like a wounded kitten, Snape originally thought he should be very lucky to be the troublemaker One day he would be able to calm down, but when this day finally arrived, he felt something was wrong.

Looking at the person on the bed, many thoughts drifted farther and farther away, and Snape couldn't help but think of the scene when he was kneeling outside the study door:

Voldemort turned around slowly, and looked at Snape who had cast the spell in front of him.

"She quarreled with your master, and she deserved the punishment she deserved." Snape lowered his head and said silkily.

Voldemort didn't seem to follow Snape's tricks, he slowly squatted down, poked Snape with the tip of his stick to force him to look at him, and then hissed: "But I hate when people grab my Prey, Severus."

"I'm sorry master, I have overstepped, I implore you to punish."

As soon as Snape finished speaking, Voldemort saw Voldemort twitch the wand on Snape's face violently. When the tip of the wand completely left Snape's face, the white tip was already stained with a trace of blood red. .

The burning pain exploded on Snape's face at this moment. He knew that this was the price he had to pay for saving Flott, but compared with Flott's life, a simple wound that wasn't made with black magic really hurt. It's not worth mentioning.

This slash was indeed a warning, but in the face of good news, Voldemort didn't want to get angry and torture the person who delivered the good news.

"I don't want a next time, Severus."

"There will be no next time, my master."

"Continue to tell your news."

"June 6 at the end of the next semester, my master, Dumbledore will have a very important interview on this day, he will undoubtedly leave, but he will definitely come back that night, because he will tell the results of the interview to the stationed A member of the Order of the Phoenix at Hogwarts." This set of rhetoric was discussed by Snape and Dumbledore a long time ago, but the time originally planned to reveal it to the Dark Lord should not be today.

Snape seemed to bow his head respectfully and dare not look at the Dark Lord, but in fact he was just bowing his head and struggling in his own heart.

"What interview?"

"As far as I know, it's a stupid clique." Snape's voice carried a flattery that he never had before, but those who really knew him must know how false the flattery was, " Dumbledore still seems determined to find a strong ally, but no one, not even any creature, would want to cooperate with the impoverished and weak Order of the Phoenix."

Snape didn't need to raise his head, he could know that the scarlet eyes of the "Master" standing in front of him at this moment must be shining with the joy of determination.

Voldemort took two steps in front of Snape, then turned his head to look down at Snape who was still kneeling on the ground again: "I heard from Bella that you cast an unbreakable curse with Narcissa?"

Snape had never liked Bellatrix very much, but today, he had to thank the woman for giving him a chance for her stupid loyalty.

Snape didn't answer right away. Instead, he changed his action from kneeling on one knee to kneeling on both knees. He crawled on the floor as if pleading guilty, but his tone didn't sound like he was begging for forgiveness. Meaning: "I know, master, that you have always hated us servants for the scrambles and performances that we servants do to make meritorious service in front of you, so it's my fault to intervene in the matter you assigned to Draco. Please punish the master. But..."

Snape deliberately paused, and then deliberately said: "Everything I do is definitely to help you clear the obstacles, Master, as soon as possible, so that I can return to your side, Master."

"Back to me?" Voldemort's tone was a little unclear. "Do you hate being at Hogwarts? Stay in the place I arranged for you?"

"No, master, I hate being by Dumbledore's side, I hate his hypocrisy." Snape said blankly.

Hearing Snape's words, Voldemort actually sneered and said, "His hypocritical kindness is disgusting... But, Severus..."

Snape didn't respond because he knew that the moment he had to wait for had come.He raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Flotte who was lying not far away.

"After Hogwarts is completely in my hands, I need someone to take care of this big toy."

"I'm sure that the new headmaster who can be chosen by the master will feel very honored." Snape pretended not to understand Voldemort's hint.

Voldemort walked up to Snape again, he didn't believe that a smart person like Snape didn't understand what he meant: "I mean I want you to manage this school for me, manage it according to my ideas, West Fleurs."

"I will be extremely honored to my master." Well, his goal is about to be achieved, "But, master, I don't think I have the ability to take this job."

"What did you say?"

Snape slammed on the ground again: "Forgive me for being an incompetent master. In fact, I could have received this job with full confidence, but now I am missing an important tool."

"tool?"

"Those professors who usually look elegant, knowledgeable and pursuing are actually duplicitous villains. They have always made friends with that hypocrite Dumbledore, and in order to gain their trust, I cultivated a useful tool. "Snape said slowly, "That tool has allowed me to obtain a lot of beneficial information, my master."

"Hearing what you said, I started to wonder, what exactly is that tool of yours, and why it disappeared."

"That tool should be gone. It's because she doesn't have the vision to offend you, my master, so she deserves to be dealt with by you."

"Her?" Voldemort couldn't fail to recognize who Snape was referring to. His eyes slowly moved to Flott, who was lying unconscious on the floor, "Her? Mrs. Luster? It's yours." tool?"

"Yes, my master."

"Why didn't you ever mention it to me?" Voldemort's scarlet eyes looked at Snape again, but after a few seconds, as if he suddenly thought of something, his smile gradually became abnormal, "You... what is your relationship with her?" ?”

After following Voldemort for so many years, Snape certainly understood what this expression meant. He wanted to follow Voldemort's perverted mind and give Flote the identity that Voldemort expected: "Lover relationship, we master."

"Severus, Severus, you really took me by surprise." Voldemort laughed extraordinarily excitedly at this moment, "It turns out that you and Duzrael were so friendly before, mainly because of his wife Hey hey, it seems that you took care of Duzrael's family really well, and took care of them all to bed."

Snape pulled out a smirk on the surface, but his heart was almost driven mad by Voldemort's dirty words.He endured for Flott's life, raised his head and continued to follow Voldemort: "Dizrael has always liked the wild flowers outside, I just took a share of something he doesn't cherish."

"Well, a woman, a married woman, Severus, this reminds me of the Mrs. Potter you begged me to let me go more than ten years ago, that is..." Scarlet eyes Full of expectations.

Snape gritted his molars indiscriminately and said, "It's exactly as you thought."

"It turns out that you are so kind, I really couldn't think of it, Severus." While talking, Voldemort paced to the side of Flotte who was lying on the ground unconscious, and he raised his foot to step on her. Lotte's pale face forced Flotte's face to face her.

Seeing this scene, Snape couldn't help tightening his fists on his side, but his facial expression remained indifferent.

Voldemort looked at Flotte who was lying on the ground disdainfully, and said in a surprisingly contemptuous tone: "She is pretty, and she has a bit of charm, but she is not a beauty, how can Mrs. Luster Having affairs with so many men, it's you, and it's Forky's trash."

"Fudge... I let her get in touch."

Upon hearing this, Voldemort's scarlet eyes immediately turned to Snape.

Snape's expression didn't change, but he knew in his heart that this sentence had already aroused Voldemort's dissatisfaction: "Master, do you still remember what I told you about Dumbledore's desire to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic? You Let me watch their every move, and a lot of information about monitoring them comes from her, because she and Fudge are cooperating in business."

This report made Voldemort's anger a lot less, he squinted his eyes and looked at Flott again: "I didn't expect a waste that has no mana to have a lot of uses. Since this tool is useful for you With such a handy hand, how could I not return it to my most desirable servant, take it away."

Seeing that Voldemort had put his hands behind his back and stopped paying attention to Flott, Snape hurriedly got up and walked over to pick up Flott who was lying on the ground. Heart, it can be regarded as a breath of relief.

But when he was about to hold Flott out of the study door, Voldemort's words made Snape's heart stop for a moment: "Wait, Severus, why did I say something to Mrs. Luster just now?" I didn’t see your existence at all when I was taking souls out of my mind.”

Snape, with his back turned to Voldemort, looked at Flotte sleeping in his arms, tightened his arms, and said with a sneer on purpose: "I think Mrs. Luster should be like me, acting on the occasion and taking what she wants. , there is no need to keep it in the mind, let alone in the heart."

"Well said, Severus, a tool is a tool, clear points."

After Voldemort finished speaking, he didn't stop anything...

……

Looking at Flotte obediently lying next to him, Snape's expression was withdrawn early on, but Voldemort's last question about Legilimency still remained in Snape's mind. middle.

He knew that his last answer was a bluff, and he also knew that the fact that he came out of the study intact was a proof that Flott hadn't revealed the slightest secret, although Snape didn't know how Flott did it. He arrived, but if the person can be brought out by him intact, he has already thanked Merlin.This seemed to be the first time he had thanked Merlin in so many years...

Snape also paid a considerable price to bring Flott out of Voldemort's hands this time. One was to reveal the planned time ahead of time, and the other was to use his appointment as the principal of Hogwarts as a bargaining chip. Heh, if Deng If Bleddore knew that he would do this, he wouldn't need to Avada Dumbledore anymore, Dumbledore would have to Avada him first.

In fact, although he did have guilt in his heart, there was absolutely no regret.Yes, he did not regret at all that he had taken such a risk to save Flotte.Snape actually felt that he had put everything about the war first from the beginning to the end, but today, when Narcissa told him that Flott was captured by Voldemort, Snape admitted that he had been the first in all these years. Once became so flustered, so frightened.

He cared about Flott, he'd always known that. It has been 26 years, going round and round, the people around him are dying, walking, always the same, the only one who is always willing to be by his side from the beginning to the end is Flote, how could he not go care.

Things like feelings will really become stronger and stronger over time, and even become more and more inseparable and greedy. When he enjoyed Flote's close following and company for so many years, he had already fallen into it. He can't get out, he relies on this companionship, and hopes that this companionship can be by his side forever, accompanying him to go on.But this is wrong, he shouldn't be so selfish...

Although Snape was as good as a piece of wood in terms of feelings, it definitely didn't mean that he was stupid, it didn't mean that he couldn't see anything, and with that old bee beating Albus every day, he In fact, she could see Flote's feelings for him very early, but he should not repay her in the same way.How can a person who is about to become a public enemy selfishly drag down someone who is so important to him?

He is guilty, he is atoning, he is responsible for Lily's death, and Lily's child, this should be a matter of the cusp of the heart, not a personal emotion.The first thing he regretted in his life was that he ruined that ray of sunshine because of his selfishness, and the second thing he regretted was that he dragged the most important people in his life into the abyss because of his selfishness.Snape couldn't continue this mistake, he wanted to stop it.

Just after taking Flote back to his residence just now, he has already contacted someone. As long as Flott's body stabilizes, he can immediately send her to the United States, and then let Fulott go to the place he arranged. Luo Te continued to live a rich life that he should have without worrying about food and clothing...

Snape shifted his gaze from Flott's face to the right hand gripping his robe tightly. He knew how angry the troublemaker would be when he knew of this unannounced act, but he couldn't help it. Because today's events must not be allowed to happen a second time.

With a helpless sigh, Snape raised his hand and hesitated for a moment, then gently covered Flott's right hand that was holding the robe. This covering movement was really very light, as if afraid It was like waking up the people around him, but he was the only one who knew that he made up his mind to protect Flotte in his heart, but it was completely different from this gentleness, which was as firm as a rock and absolutely unchangeable.

If it wasn't for Snape's mind at this moment, then he must have felt that the moment his hand covered Flott's, the body of a troublemaker also became stiff and tense...

That's right, Flotte wasn't asleep...

The author has something to say:

Flotte, who was unconscious and missed everything, said: She is a dignified rich woman who can support a group of little boys, how could she somehow become someone's mistress!She refused to accept it and fell!

It was supposed to be posted a long time ago, but I have been unsatisfied with the writing. After a long time of writing, I changed it to today (cover my face), and the next chapter is a confession. In fact, there is nothing to confess, Sne Pu knew what kind of feelings Flott had for him, and he himself knew the importance of Flott in his heart, and Flott also knew that Snape had her in his heart, but it was not the one at the top of his heart, so he There is no confession between the two, but Flotte has to find an opportunity to express her grievances for such a long time, and the next chapter will be good.