God bless you

"Honey, are you sure you want to do this?" Neil asked tentatively.

Jacqueline looked into Neil's eyes, the same unfathomable eyes as her father's, those light blue pupils.As well as his dark chestnut hair, Jacqueline was surprised to find that the small man she had always thought was actually a head taller than her, and she looked up at him in disbelief.His weird smile and pretty face are really scary.

"Of course." Jacqueline responded with what she thought was the most beautiful smile.

Neil smiled, still a weird smile.He put his hand on Jacqueline's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "You are indeed a great prophet."

His sudden closeness made Jacqueline at a loss, Jacqueline looked at him with a blushing face, Neil smiled slightly, and pointed behind Jacqueline, Jacqueline looked in the direction of his finger, A touch of gold disappeared from her eyes.Draco, she whispered softly.

"You seem to have a lot of people to let go..." Neil said sarcastically.

Jacqueline ignored him, just staring blankly at the place where the touch of gold disappeared.There are too many to let go.She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath.He turned his head and gave Neal a smile, then left.

Neil looked at Jacqueline's disappearing back, smiled, snapped his fingers, and disappeared.

"Hermione, Ron..." Jacqueline walked in front of Hermione and Ron. Hermione and Ron looked at her in surprise. Immediately, Hermione changed into another appearance.

"I don't think we have anything to say...Miss Snape," Hermione said sarcastically.After all, he pulled Ron away.

"The things you are looking for are in the Room of Requirement." Jacqueline said in the direction they left.Unexpectedly, even Hermione, who had always loved her so much, hated her. She laughed dryly a few times. It seemed that her "betrayal" had indeed hurt them a lot, but what could she do?Hurt, how she hopes that she will not hurt anyone, how she hopes to see the peaceful sun rise, but she can't.

She took out the potion she had prepared from her robe, and she heard Voldemort's voice, he was coming, he came after all.

She ran into the principal's office, and he was already there, and she walked towards him smiling.

"Daddy..." she said.

Snape frowned, he seemed troubled, but seeing her smile, his whole body relaxed.

"Jackie, the war is on, and I know you'd go if you weren't, right?"

"No, Dad... I won't go..." she said calmly.

He was surprised she said that, but he was glad to hear her say that he would do anything to keep her safe, but she was a brave Gryffindor and she would not back down.But she said she wouldn't go to the war... she wouldn't... the more he thought about it, the more weird he felt, when he was about to ask her why, he saw a flash of red light, and he heard her say: "I'm sorry... Dad... drowsy!"

He saw her distorted face, after that, he couldn't see anything...

sorry.Jacqueline whispered as she went to him, took one of his hairs, and hid his body behind a table, she changed into the robes she had prepared beforehand, and took a last look at his face.

"Dad...I love you..." She stroked his pale face, and tears fell on his face.

She put her hair into the medicine bottle she had prepared, she closed her eyes, raised her head, and drank the medicine. She felt her body burning, she grew taller little by little, and she knew that she had become like him up.

She looked incredulously at herself in the mirror, with greasy black hair and hooked nose, and she smiled again, but her smile became strange on his face.But she smiled to herself anyway.Picking up his wand, like a soldier about to go to the battlefield, he is walking towards death bit by bit.

She wants to go to Voldemort instead of him, she knows what will happen, she can't change fate, but she can cheat fate, she wants to save him, she doesn't want him to die, he's going to help Harry, he wants to Continue to take care of Harry for her.

"Jackie, my child, may God bless you..." Vaguely, she seemed to see Lily saying to her, may God bless you, the meaning of her name.Her mother gave her this name in the hope that she would be an angel, a kind angel, God's favorite.

"Mom..." she muttered to herself, a line of tears flowed from the corner of "his" eyes, "we will meet soon..."

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