[HP] bat

So on the afternoon of the day the agreement was made, Harry watched with wide eyes as Snape moved into the next room.He swore that all of this must have been planned by that bat, and the old bat who was smiling proudly holding the key in front of him must have done it on purpose!

Harry took a vicious look at the man who seemed to have taken advantage of him, and ran to the little boy and kneaded the little bun's face in various ways.

But that changes the fact that Severus Snape and Harry Potter are officially neighbors.

but.In Harry's kitchen.

"Mr. Snape, how long are you going to wear this blond hair?" Harry asked angrily.Every day seeing this with the same hair color as the peacock in the second grade, but with the appearance of a greasy potions master inside, Harry felt an indescribable sense of disobedience.

"Soon." Snape turned the little prince's feeding bottle upside down and waited for it to be drained and then sterilized. "My current status in the wizarding world is still too conspicuous." The wizard's brain must be covered with achnatherum, otherwise how could he maintain such enthusiasm for his identity!It's stupid to hear it, okay?

What's more, Snape was also afraid that other people would find the same undead Savior through his route.

Harry leaned against the door and watched Snape busy in the kitchen, not wanting to help at all.He couldn't figure out how to let this man in so easily.

Then when Snape frowned at the electric oven for the fourth time, he pursed his lips and helped Snape adjust the temperature and time-since Snape became his neighbor and entered the house, Harry discovered this magic The master of spells hardly used magic in his presence.

He was really trying to get used to the Muggle life Snape had promised.

"You like these cookies?" Harry asked, looking at the blueberry cookies in the oven.Very strange, shouldn't the old bat be accompanied by bitter black coffee forever.

"Normal." Snape replied dryly and left Harry in the kitchen, while he went into the bedroom to see the kid.It would be even better if there was no such a panicked look of running away.

Snape mourned in his heart, what kind of nerve did he have to make Potter's favorite taste in order to "please" Potter.

Yes, because Potter's son was in his hands, if he wanted to stay here further, if he wanted to continue to see his son every day, he had to "please" Potter.Slytherin can bend and stretch!Of course, it might be more convincing if there was no juice prepared for Potter.

Perhaps unknowingly, Snape was guilty of treating Harry as if he had just given birth, and as for himself, he was that scumbag.

Snape picked up the little bastard who had just woken up, and thought to himself that the baskets of blueberry cookies in his dream yesterday were a reminder to this kid.Of course he won't be just an ordinary child as a cub. Can ordinary children be born by a man, and can they still dream.

Snape lightly rubbed his face against the kid's tender and tender cheeks, "Little bastard." He said jokingly, even if it was like this, he couldn't bury himself alive with those cookies in his dream Well, seeing myself struggling in the cookie mountain in my dream, I don't know who inherited this bad taste.

Harry in the kitchen sneezed.However, he still stayed near the oven, thinking about what was missing at home.

The afternoon sun was just right at this time, and Snape walked to the window with the little prince in his arms.Because of the tall trees outside the window, the sunlight was cut into bunches, and then the baby who woke up and obviously developed faster than children of the same age stretched out his hand from the swaddle in an attempt to catch the sunlight.

Snape watched the cub's lively actions tenderly.

No one would believe that the potions master at Hogwarts was a gentle man.But the truth is, if you can bear to peel off the layers of onion skins that surround this man's heart, you will find that soft heart.But in front of the little prince, Snape took the initiative to let go of his disguise. Maybe this is the power of blood?Snape himself wasn't sure.

In a trance, Snape remembered his childhood life.

Born as a child of a wizard, Snape, a little wizard, was much more sensible than the average Muggle.He can still remember that at that time, before Tobia's business failed, the three of them lived a happy life.However, because it has been too long, this thing buried in the deepest memory, every time he thinks about it, he will doubt the authenticity of this memory.

Then there's the life of moving into Spider's End.In fact, before Tobias found out that his mother and he were wizards, life there was poor but not intolerable.Although the economic crisis swept across the whole of Britain, Tobia hadn't given up hope at that time, and was looking forward to finding a job that could bring their family a happy life again.Snape remembered that Tobias hadn't been drinking too much at that time, but every time he resisted the urge to buy alcohol, he ordered a piece of milk for him.

Until one day his magic power exploded ||.Then, the nightmare came.

Snape hadn't thought of these things for a long time, and he thought he had forgotten them all.But now that he was holding the child, he thought of Tobia who had sent him to school.On the way, that person's eyes flashed with anticipation and love for him.Snape somehow overlapped this face with the later face flushed from alcohol, even though they were exactly the same.

Snape felt that something in his heart was quietly collapsing.

The green-eyed little bastard was tired of playing the game of catching the sun by himself, and was very dissatisfied with the man who was holding him and was distracted by the window.A small slap, which he thought he slapped Snape viciously on the chest, was used to attract his father's attention. "Ha - Yabu -" the baby complained of his father's inattention in his own words.

"Little bastard." Snape lowered his head and rubbed the child's tender face again. "Pfft—" This time the little prince greeted his father's face with saliva.Snape's face turned dark all of a sudden, not because he minded the little bastard's saliva, but because he was dissatisfied with such a demeaning behavior.

"Slightly———" The little prince was very satisfied with his successful attack on his father.Free hands swayed in the air, as if they were cheering for themselves.

Forget it, looking at those watery green eyes, Snape felt that it's not normal for children to spit.But - the little bastard dared to challenge the majesty of the Snake King, he couldn't let him go so easily - the wicked man wiped the drool on his face back to the little bastard's face, and then attracted more dissatisfied saliva attack.A man in his late 40s had a great time playing with a child less than one year old.

Snape sat on the sofa with the baby in his arms.It was the actions of the little prince that pulled Snape out of the memories of the past. Looking at the green eyes that were now concentrating on him, he miraculously understood the meaning of the child slapping him just now—it was dissatisfaction with himself for not paying attention. She put all her strength on him and was angry.

However, the battle ended in Snape's defeat.

Snape, who was having too much fun with the little prince, didn't notice the approach of Potter, who was watching their childish behavior with black lines all over his face."Unbelievable" and "Why are you so childish" are written in the eyes like a little bastard.Snape's face was calm but his heart was turbulent.

Until going out with Potter, Snape rarely had the confidence in front of Potter.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry for the follow-up.In the past month, I really thought about abandoning the pit, because I dare not face reality.Now uploading and writing these words, my hands are still shaking.I failed the second exam (not the college entrance examination, but the importance is not much worse than the college entrance examination), I thought, why do I still write essays, anyway, I can’t do anything myself.Don't even dare to log on to JJ.Out of a state of desperation to see everything, I don't want to write anymore.Then during this time I was addicted to sleeping games.When I went to sleep yesterday and reopened the information package of this article, I suddenly felt that I was really too cowardly.After class today, I typed out the new article again.I still don't want to let this article be in my own hands.That's about all I want to say.sorry.