HP a fictional story

Dumbledore died.

For every teacher and student who stayed at Hogwarts, the next two years were the darkest period they had ever experienced.During Severus Snape's tenure as the principal, the students lost their freedom and had to obey the brutal rule of the werewolf brothers and sisters, and they would be tortured repeatedly if they resisted.Alan Green and several other Gryffindor students were often whipped. At this time, only Claire Black dared to fish them out without any scruples, relying on his surname and teacher status.

Alan Green was stronger than she thought, and more stubborn than she thought.In less than a year, he matured rapidly. The oppression made him learn to use his mind better, from open dissatisfaction to planned secret resistance, either secretly leading the lower grades to practice forbidden spells, or destroying them instruments of torture.However, he was always caught, and once he was whipped so hard that when Claire found Alan, his back was already dripping with blood.She took him to the Room of Requirement, took off his shirt forcefully, and with anger that she didn't even know why, she smeared white cream on his wounds, and occasionally her hands were a little heavy, but he didn't say a word, waiting for her After bandaging, he dressed silently, looking at her cheeks flushed with anger.

"Mr. Green, please at least recognize your current situation. You are students, and such resistance is beyond your control!" Claire has never been so angry, even though Alan didn't seem to listen, she still insisted on saying : "We are teachers, even if they are dissatisfied, they will not do anything to us, but you are different!"

"And then, Professor?" Alan asked softly.

Claire said resolutely: "Leave everything to us, don't cause trouble."

"You don't want to see me hurt?"

"I don't want any student to be harmed." Claire said: "And I don't expect to be forced to relive the frivolity of more than ten years ago at this age."

Alan smiled.Claire was not surprised to find that this 16-year-old had quietly changed so much. He was no longer the kid who asked her if she would love him in an empty classroom last year. The war made him calm and clear blue. Eyes are gone.Wearing a smashed and blood-stained school robe, he still walked upright to the exit of the Room of Requirement, turned around by the door, and threw something at Claire who was puzzled. Shaped chocolate.

"Professor, your face is beautiful when it is no longer pale."

Claire watched his back disappearing outside the door alone, holding the chocolate, lowered her head, and was speechless for a long time.

Alan didn't listen to her, and left everything to the teacher. The number of teachers left was too small to take care of every student, and he was rarely found again. He became more cautious and left no trace.In the next few times when he was unfortunately caught, Claire no longer got angry, but silently helped him with the medicine, and then sent him back to the dormitory without saying a word. Then the remaining few times are tacit habits.

In the dark age, they were no longer students and teachers, but more like allies.Alan never said that she loved her again, and Claire secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know if she could still be as firm as last year. There is a certain amount of emotion. She squandered too much enthusiasm in her youth, and the rest of her emotions can only be Supporting a long-running marriage cannot withstand another burning.

At Christmas, the gloomy Hogwarts finally had a little joy. Most of the students went home early. Alan Green's parents were Muggles. He chose to stay in school. At Christmas dinner, the Alecto brothers and sisters To trouble him again, to torment him for his blood.Professor McGonagall's anger failed to prevent Alan from being hung up. Seeing that the thorny whip was about to hit Alan, Claire suddenly felt a fire in her heart. She suddenly pulled out her wand, and slammed the Cruciatus Curse at Alecto, before her brother could react, knocked him unconscious.

"What are you doing, Blake!"

Claire looked back at Snape's astonished face coldly: "Principal, I remember that you are very good at memory charms. Is it too difficult for you to erase some of their memories?"

Snape looked at her gloomily: "Aren't you afraid of the consequences?"

"This is Hogwarts, not a werewolf's game room." Claire sneered and put away her wand: "If you don't mind, we will take the students back first, and I believe you will handle this matter well."

Snape gave her a complicated look, walked up silently, and stretched out his wand to the people on the ground. Claire nodded and led Alan back to the hall.He ate quickly, and when Claire left the table, he followed her into the once-familiar Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"Professor, thank you."

"I'll thank you if you go home, Mr. Green." Claire sat down wearily and looked at him: "Why do you stay here? If I were you, I would find a safe place to hide."

"But you're not me, Professor." Alan said, "Even if you were me, you wouldn't be able to."

"Because you're a Gryffindor?"

"Yes, professor." He came to her side and knelt down in front of her seat on one knee: "It's also because of you."

Claire opened her mouth a few times, but found that she couldn't organize the words well.

Alan raised her head and looked at her sincerely: "Professor, why can't you be with me?"

"Alan, you should have known..."

She wants to say that even wizards have secular taboos, and that year-end speculation is just appreciation rather than love; she wants to say that his youth and enthusiasm have revived her long-dormant emotions, but it is only from the teacher's natural love for students; I also want to say that she is no longer suitable for love, and the best destination is someone like Greengrass who knows everything about her past and has no hope for love like her.

"You are my student." She finally said, "Now please go back to the dormitory, or I will deduct your points."

Alan stood for a while, then left obediently, and helped her close the office door by the way.Claire turned off the light and sat alone in the dark, desperately suppressing the urge to cry for no apparent reason.