HP's Wretched

eight years later

Privet Drive under the midday sun was deserted except for the long shadows cast by the street trees, and the surroundings were completely silent.At this time, a thick black fog suddenly descended on Privet Drive, and the thick fog gradually condensed into a tall man wearing a black wizard robe, adding a touch of eerieness to this quiet street.

The man in black walked quickly to the door of No. 8 Privet Drive (I don't know the number of the house opposite Aunt Harry's house, so I'm talking nonsense), and then rang the doorbell impatiently.

As the door opened, an old lady in an apron was revealed.The old lady had gray hair and silver-rimmed eyes. She squinted her eyes slightly, and looked up and down the man in black with a spirit that did not match her age in her slightly cloudy green eyes, and then said in an old voice with disgust: " Severus, why don't you use the Copying Charm if you like this dress so much? Why bother the tailor of another tailor's shop to make these dozens of identical clothes? That tailor is for me! And..."

Before the old lady finished speaking, Snape entered the room with a bad face.

"Also... can we cast an invisibility spell on ourselves next time? You come here once a month. If someone sees you appearing out of thin air, you won't be scared to death. Besides, a man who appears in my old age At the door of my wife's house, others thought it was a robbery!"

Snape raised his eyebrows, put on a unique disgusted smile, and said mockingly: "Your house is quite suitable for robbery, after all, the owner is an idiot who can't use his brain."

"You're an idiot!"

Snape ignored the harmless rebuttal of the old lady, but took out a miniature suitcase from his pocket, then enlarged it with a magic spell, and added while putting the suitcase on the table: "You are here I have been here for seven years, and I will send you medicine once a month, and they would have seen it long ago. Besides, don’t you keep explaining to your neighbors that I am your son?”

The old lady curled her lips and cursed those gossiping neighbors in her heart, how could this matter reach Snape's ears!But this can't be her fault, she is now disguised as an old lady, she can't say that Snape is her little lover, it's too immoral.

Snape folded his hands on his chest, looked coldly at the speechless old lady who was blocked, and said, "Flott, although you have used a disguise to increase your appearance, it can't hide your age. Childish behavior, maturity is the brain, not the appearance! So, you recover quickly, I look awkward!"

Angrily, the old lady pulled off the glasses on her face. In an instant, the wrinkles and gray hair that had been carved by the years disappeared, replaced by young but slightly pale skin and curly hair like ink. Shawl hair.That's right, the appearance of the old lady was disguised with glasses, a magical alchemy product, and this person was Flotte who walked through the gate of hell eight years ago.

Flotte took off her glasses and skillfully put on her apron, then asked, "Are you in a hurry to go back to school this time?"

"It's fine today, don't worry."

"Then stay and eat." After Flotte finished speaking, she turned around naturally and entered the kitchen behind her. The moment she entered, she asked outside again, "The tea you like to drink is prepared for you on the table. , pour it yourself."

Inviting Snape to stay for dinner has become a must-have every month, and Snape is used to it. He acquiesced to Flott's invitation, but he didn't go to the dining table as Flott said. Instead of drinking the prepared tea, he opened the suitcase, stroked the various potions inside, and couldn't help but recall that night eight years ago in his mind.

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Eight years ago

It was still some time before the sun dawned, but the night sky that had been covered with dark clouds just now had become clear.But the clear sky did not dispel the haze in people's hearts...

Snape, who was in a daze like a walking dead, was strolling on the path in front of the Prince Manor, his footsteps were staggering, except that he kept muttering: "She's dead, it's over...", like a soul It's dead, with no life in sight.

He didn't know how he got to the door of the house. Apart from the mechanical muttering in his mouth, the only living mind kept echoing what Dumbledore said:

"She and James believed in the wrong person..."

"Her son survived..."

"Her son is still alive. He has eyes exactly like Lily's. You remember Lily Evans' eyes?"

"If you love Lily Evans, if you really love her, then it will be clear which way you should go!"

"The Dark Lord will return, and Harry Potter will be very dangerous then. Help me protect her son..."

With a "boom", Snape, who lost his soul, slammed into the thick wooden door of Prince Manor heavily.But this impact didn't wake him up. He leaned against the door in a daze and slowly slid to the ground. The wind at the end of October wasn't cold at first, but when it blew on Snape's face, it cut tears along with the tears from the corners of his eyes. His face hurts.He didn't keep her in the end...

Snape just sat on the ground by the door in a daze, staring blankly at a certain point, as if that point contained all the beauty of Lily: her pretty face, her smooth red hair, her That beautiful smile that lights up everything...

He sat there for a long time, but no matter how long, he couldn't believe that Lily was really gone, and he couldn't see her anymore.But why?Why didn't he die but Lily, why?He would rather die than him!Lily didn't deserve to die, it was all his fault, and he should atone for it.

He really wants to make atonement with death, yes, to make atonement with death, the best time is now, he should kill himself now, not only is he incapable of protecting the person he loves the most, he even killed her, what qualifications does he have to live?he damn...

No, he can't die now, he still has to protect that child, he promised Dumbledore!He was going to protect the baby, the baby Lily and Potter had!The fruit of their love... He should hate that kid, because his last name is Potter, shouldn't he?But... Dumbledore said that the child's eyes resembled Lily's, so he wanted to protect that child, the child that Lily wanted to protect with all her life, and Lily's only remaining blood!Yes, he can't give up on himself like this, he wants to atone, he wants to atone, he wants to atone for his sins, only in this way can he be qualified to kill himself...

Snape came back to his senses, stood up heavy and exhausted, shook his head, trying to wake himself up and prevent the horrific despair from engulfing him.Snape pushed the door open heavily, stepped softly on the quartz floor with tired feet, and walked towards the house in pain, but when he was about to step into the living room, a strong smell of blood penetrated into his room in the darkness In the nasal cavity, and the lifeless woman lying on the ground was also imprinted into his eye sockets...

"Flott!" Snape turned on the lights in the living room with a wave of his hand, and he saw clearly at a glance that it was Flott who had fallen into a coma lying in a pool of blood.Snape quickly ran to Flott's side, squatted down and sniffed, Snape couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he was still alive!After getting the answer that there is still a rescue, Snape picked up Flott who was on the ground without saying a word, rushed into the floo, and shouted: "St. Mungo's Hospital!"

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"It's a miracle! Two ribs were broken in front of her chest. The heart on her chest and the lungs on the side were all injured by the impact of black magic. This person didn't die! How did she become like this?" asked the doctor .

Snape didn't know how to explain it, but he knew in his heart that Flotte was definitely not just injured, otherwise he was fine when he left, but why did he come back in the same living room and look like this, Flotte I'm afraid there is something very important to hide from him.Snape couldn't straighten out his complicated thoughts, so he could only make up a more reasonable lie: "She was attacked by Death Eaters. How about it, what kind of potion do you need, I can brew it right now."

"Mr. Snape, don't worry, we will start the rescue now, but you have also seen that even if you save your life after being injured like this, this body is probably useless, and it will definitely be plagued by diseases in the future, and it is impossible to return to the past, you Be mentally prepared."

Hearing the words "sickness", Snape couldn't help but think of the promise he made when he summoned the god of death, Frosh: Losing health... Could it be?Snape hurriedly asked, "What day is it?"

"November [-]st."

The two-year period has come... The god of death took Flotte's health as promised, but spared her life, in order to atone for all the sins of the past with the torture of life in the second half of her life.

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"Severus! Get me the flour, it's in that closet in the living room!"

Flott's shouts from the kitchen jolted Snape's memory back.Snape regained his composure, put down the bottle he was fiddling with, and replied, "Your culinary skills are really amazing, and it's only now that you realize that there is no flour."

"I just ran out of flour in the kitchen, and the bag outside is too heavy for me to carry!"

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched. If he didn't know that Flott had lost his mana now, he would basically be regarded as a squib, otherwise he sometimes really felt that Flott did it on purpose.Snape drew out his wand and opened the cupboard, then controlled the flour in the cupboard and walked into the kitchen.

Seeing that the flour she needed finally floated in, Flotte said, "Thank you! Let's have lasagna bolognese for lunch. Believe me, the bolognese I make is unique and delicious."

Snape snorted twice, and Flott's words were just enough to deceive others. It's not like he didn't know that when Flott lost his magic power and first learned about cooking, the scene was so overwhelming. The pot was used as a cauldron, and every month when he came over, he had to use magic to clean out her dead pots and pans, and once even cleaned up the fried noodles on the roof. I hadn't figured out how Flotte fried a pot of noodles and stuck them to the roof.

"Ding~" The big oven next to it made the sound of the end of the timer. Flotte put down the work at hand and skillfully put on the gloves, opened the oven and took out a small chocolate biscuit filled with a whole baking tray, then took off the gloves, carefully He picked up one and was about to stuff it into Snape's mouth.

"Oh, don't hide, try one and see if it's sweet or not. I specially made it not very sweet this time."

Snape glanced at Flott unhappily, took the biscuit in her hand, and took a small bite with a little disgust.As the biscuit collided between his lips and teeth, a slightly sweet taste of chocolate filled Snape's mouth.

"How? Is it sweet?"

"Better than last time." Snape said a more pertinent answer with a cold face.

"I must be the mother-in-law who makes the best biscuits in the world."

"You have integrated into the role of the old lady very thoroughly." Snape said mockingly.

Flotte ignored him, turned her head and continued busy with today's lunch.

Snape admitted that Flott's talent for cooking is a little bit better than potion boiling, at least the food he cooks is still a little bit delicious, yes, just a little bit.Snape threw the remaining half of the biscuit into his mouth, then patted the biscuit crumbs on his hands, and after the biscuit was swallowed, he asked, "Are you giving this biscuit to that kid Potter again?"

"Yes, but also his cousin Dudley."

Snape thought of the chubby body of the kid named Dudley, looked at the pile of biscuits on the baking tray, and couldn't help taking a breath: "I'm starting to suspect that you haven't figured out the identities of those two kids, you live in Muggle area, living here is to take care of the savior named Harry opposite you, not his fat cousin. Why is the savior getting thinner and thinner, but his cousin turned into a ball?"

"He's fat and I can't blame me!" Flotte stopped kneading the dough and turned to argue with Snape, "At first I made biscuits and gave each person a small bag, and Harry's bag I also dripped from you. The child's magic power stabilizer, but it turned out that the fat boy was so edible that he robbed all of Harry's! I stopped him and refused to listen, so I could only give them more so that Harry could eat more , I thought the fat boy would be able to eat enough one day, but now I found out that I was wrong... Over the years, Dudley has eaten a lot of Harry's food with magic stabilizers, and I suspect that it may be possible for him to become fatter It's the Muggle side effect of your potion."

"He eats three or four bags of biscuits a day, but you attribute his weight to the magic booster I made?"

"I'm just saying that this factor cannot be ruled out." Flotte said roguely.

"Then..." Snape just opened his mouth to mock Flott's scoundrel, but was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell.

Flott glanced at Snape, beckoning him to quickly become invisible, then put on her eyes, resumed her old lady's disguise and opened the door.

"Grandma Frannie, good morning." Dudley and Harry at the door greeted Flott obediently.

"My lovely child, why did you come so early today?" Flotte said kindly.

"Today we're going to the island to play, so we'll visit you, mother-in-law early." Dudley looked at Harry beside him contemptuously, and continued, "He, a freak, will follow."

Harry's complexion was a little sallow caused by malnutrition, and he stood emaciated and didn't say a word to refute, just staring at Dudley stubbornly.

"Dudley, don't call Harry that!" Flott reprimanded, and then resumed her usual kindly mother-in-law's face, leading the two children into the kitchen, "These are freshly baked biscuits, take some away too , I'll go find bags for you."

Flotte pretended that her legs and feet were a little inconvenient, and slowly went to the cabinet in the living room to search for takeaway bags.

"Grandma Frannie." Harry didn't eat biscuits in the kitchen like Dudley did, but followed Flott.

Flotte looked at Harry who was pulling the corner of her clothes, and asked gently: "What's the matter, Harry."

"Grandma, I'm afraid that if I go out this time, strange things will happen again, and then I will be scolded again. I'm so afraid of my special ability."

"Baby, relax, your ability is a gift from God, every hundred people may not even have one like you, so don't be afraid, accept it, accept this difference, accept this gift from God "Flotte stroked Harry's hair, pinched his cheek by the way, and comforted him.

"Grandma, I feel that you are the only one in this world who is willing to believe me, so... have you ever been like me?"

Flotte said with a smile: "I also said that not everyone is so lucky, and not everyone can retain this ability, child, the world is very big, and there are many strange things, there will be many people Believe in you, even they have this special like you, but they haven't appeared yet."

"really?"

"Of course it's true, have I lied to you?"

Harry shook his head, his beautiful green eyes gazing at Flott with a smile and confidence.

"Oh, that's right! I almost forgot." Flotte took out a few pieces of chocolate from the front pocket of her apron, and stuffed them secretly into Harry's pocket, "Sneak some chocolates on the way, so don't be snatched by Dudley again." .”

Harry nodded obediently, and stuffed all the chocolates into his pocket.

After Flotte took the bag and went into the kitchen again, most of the biscuits on the baking tray had gone down. Looking at Dudley who was eating biscuit crumbs, Flotte bent down and patiently wiped the corners of Dudley's mouth. Crumbs, and pinched Dudley's chubby cheeks punitively.

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"Phew, I've finally sent these two brats away, Severus, come out." Flotte took off her glasses, wiped her eyes and said.

Snape came out, but he was no longer in the kitchen, but stood by the window staring blankly at Harry's disappearing figure.

Flott walked gently to Snape's side, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Nine years old, and you'll be able to see him every day in two years, I guarantee you will be annoyed to death by him sooner or later."

"I know……"

The author has something to say:

I don’t have time to update during the Chinese New Year at my hometown. I only opened the third volume after I came back in the past two days. I apologize here. By the way, I wish everyone a happy new year and a prosperous year of the pig.

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