I'm playing a big knife at HP

April 1995

When Snape walked into No. 12, Grimmauld Place, he found that the members of the Order of the Phoenix had already arrived, crowding noisily in the largest living room of Black's old house.

Not only that, the living room was filled with people, including Harry, Hermione and the Weasley children.The table has been moved to the wall, and it is filled with all kinds of food and drink.At this moment, everyone was surrounding Marciana and booing. She was flushed and shook her head with a smile.

As he approached the hall door, he heard Moody's hoarse voice say, "Don't be shy, girl! I haven't seen you dance in years!" Lupine smiled and said, "Look, Martha." , you even wear your shoes properly, it would be a pity not to dance."

Marciana glared at the two of them with a mixture of laughter and annoyance, and Snape noticed that she was wearing a pair of red Mary Janes with chunky heels today.She seemed to feel his gaze, and suddenly raised her eyes to look outside the door, and the people in the living room followed her gaze.

Snape was immediately watched by 30 people, and suddenly felt that he was out of place in this lively atmosphere.He said with a straight face, "I'm afraid I misremembered the time. I thought there was a meeting today."

"Ah, Severus, you remember the time correctly." Dumbledore said kindly, "We were supposed to have a meeting, but for the acquittal of Sirius and Harry, we're going to have a little celebration."

"Very well," said Snape icily, "Farewell."

"Oh please join us!" said Dumbledore enthusiastically. "We're about to convince Martha to dance! She's been a very talented dancer since she was a child."

Snape and the witch standing in the crowd looked at each other for a moment, and the other party suddenly spoke first.Marciana raised her chin and put her hips on her hips willfully, "If he stays, I will jump."

Snape stared at her in disbelief, her cheeks were flushed, and her bright eyes looked at him provocatively, "Aren't you busy, let's go."

He laughed angrily, turned around and walked into the hall, and sat down with a flick of his robe.Kreacher arranged tea for him very quickly. Snape took a sip of the tea and sneered, "What are you waiting for?"

Marciana cut, untied her robe and stood up.She drew out her wand and tapped the hem of the dress, and the hem became wide and fluffy.She conjured a pair of castanets out of thin air, one in each hand, and walked to the open space in the middle of the living room with her head held high.

"Ah, there's still something missing." Dumbledore said, pinching his slender fingers in the air, and a big red rose in full bloom appeared between his fingers.The old wizard smiled and handed the flowers to Marciana, who couldn't help but shook her head with a smile, "Oh, Albus."

She took the flower, shortened the stem and put it in a bun.

Sirius nudged Harry, who was sitting next to him, "Harry, learn."

The boy Harry blushed, looked at the godfather in horror, and then at the old headmaster who seemed nothing had happened.Snape sneered, thinking that Ginger is still old, how could Potter learn from a character like Albus Dumbledore.

Marciana stood in the center of the crowd, and the crisp rhythm of rain hitting leaves came from her palm.She raised the hem of her skirt slightly, kicked her feet, and a series of more lively rhythms sounded from her feet.Everyone held their breath and looked at her without blinking.

Her wrists turned softly, her slender fingers were like blooming petals, and her slender waist twisted slightly, like a flower blown by the wind.There is no music or accompaniment, and her dance steps are drumbeats.The dancer spun around suddenly, her raised arms swirled along with her body, and the skirt spread out like bright red petals blooming in her hair.She turned around and around, and everyone couldn't help opening their mouths, but no one made a sound.

In this fiery vortex, the dancers don't smile.Novices will inevitably grit their teeth nervously when doing difficult moves; masters know they can do it, so they can calmly smile to seduce the audience, or make sad, happy and angry expressions.However, Marciana seemed to have forgotten the audience in this room long ago, and her thoughts drifted to unknown places.

She doesn't have to make any expressions, her limbs, fingers, toes, and waist have already told everything.

It was a good thing she looked so absent-minded, Snape thought, otherwise the dance would have been too intense.He tried his best to keep a distance, not to let himself be sucked into the red vortex like other audiences, but Marciana suddenly glanced at him, seemed to smile, but didn't seem to.

He felt his retinas being burned, and he turned his eyes away reflexively.After finally regaining his composure, he turned around and found that Marciana had stopped spinning, and the hem of her skirt had fallen to cover her graceful and slender calves again.

Marciana showed a childlike sly smile, took off the roses in her hair, and flung them lightly to the audience.The flowers fell impartially on Nymphadora Tonks' arms.

"Tonks, accompany me!"

The crowd cheered, Lu Ping pressed his hands down with a smile, and managed to stop the laughter of the crowd.Tonks happily moved to the side of the sofa, put his hands on the coffee table, and made a series of crisp sounds.

Marciana glanced at Tonks with a smile, and raised her arms like swans spreading their wings.She kicked her feet, tapping out a series of rhythms with her heels very sensitively, and it was exactly Tonks who just tapped out impartially.

"Okay!" Tonks became more playful, accelerated his speed, and knocked out a long section of longer and more complicated drum beats.Marciana didn't back down, swiped her skirt, and jumped up again, her dance steps were bright and joyful, even half a point faster than Tonks' beat.After dancing a section, she turned around in a leisurely manner, and applause and whistle sounded one after another.

"This is interesting!" Tonks said excitedly, "but I can't knock any faster. Hey Sirius, let's play with you too!" She said, throwing flowers in the direction of Sirius Black go.Unexpectedly, Tonks was strong, but his aim was ridiculously poor. The flower drew a long parabola and landed on Snape's lap, who was thousands of miles away from Sirius.

The living room fell silent.

Tonks groaned in annoyance, and Sirius Black frowned, looking like he wanted to ask for the red flower back but he was very reluctant to talk to Snape.

The wizard in black robe picked up the dazzling flower on his knee, raised his eyes expressionlessly, and saw a pair of blue eyes.Their owner, cheeks flushed with movement, looked at him without flinching.

Snape made a decision in an instant.He put the teacup in his hand back on the tray, put his right hand lightly on the wooden coffee table, and raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a provocative smile.

Marciana turned to him, her chin lifted slightly.

Snape sat comfortably on the sofa, a series of crisp rhythms came from under the fingers of his right hand, as fast as a rainstorm knocking on a window, and as fast as horses galloping.His fingers were slender and much more dexterous than Tonks', and by the end they were almost inaudible.

Marciana closed her eyes tightly and remained motionless. Tonks protested softly, "Oh, that's not the way to play." Many people either stared at him angrily or in embarrassment, probably thinking that he was deliberately trying to embarrass the other party.

Marciana opened her eyes, very calm.She walked back to her seat, picked up half a cup of cold tea and drank it down.Then she returned to the center of the living room, took a deep breath, lifted the hem of her skirt, and pinched her waist with her hands.

Moody laughed, turned his head and whispered to Dumbledore, "This girl is going to show her housekeeping skills."

Snape noticed that her dancing had changed.Even if he wasn't very good at dancing, he could tell that she had been dancing flamenco and now it was Irish tap dancing.Her upper body remained motionless, but her legs were surprisingly agile and powerful, and her feet danced deftly, so fast that the eyes could hardly catch them. Only a series of rhythms came from under her feet, faster than castanets.

Marciana's cheeks were flushed, a thin layer of sweat leaked from her forehead and nose tip, showing a very beautiful golden luster under the sun.Her lips were redder than usual, her eyes were brighter than stars, and instead of looking down at her own dancing steps, she looked at Snape unabashedly, eyes as open as the noonday sun.He seemed to feel the heat coming from her, as if she were a dancing flame.

She kicked the hem of the skirt provocatively for the last time, stopped dancing, and looked at him panting with her chest heaving, with a triumphant light in her eyes.

Not bad at all.

Snape had an excellent memory and excellent hearing, and he knew she hadn't missed a beat.Seeing Marciana's rare smug look, a smile crossed his lips.

"I won't dance anymore, it's your turn!" Marciana collapsed on her seat, pointing at Sirius Black bitterly, "Black! You! Isn't today celebrating your release? You dance!"

Sirius Black yelled, "I'm not as capable as you, what do you want me to dance?" He lowered his head and thought for a while, "If I have an accompaniment and a partner, I can do some ballroom dancing."

"I'll accompany you, and you must dance today." Marciana gritted her teeth, "Do you still have that guitar? Don't deny it, I still remember your terrible performance back then."

"I didn't throw it away, it should be kept in my room." Sirius scratched his head and called Kreacher loudly.

Before he could shout, Kreacher dragged an acoustic guitar back to the living room.While handing the guitar to Marciana, the elf muttered, "Miss Marciana told Kreacher to get it, and Kreacher will go and get it to Miss."

Marciana thanked the elf with a smile, and while slowly tuning the strings, asked, "Tango, can you?"

"Yes." Sirius turned around and asked a very quiet and elegant witch with long curly hair: "Emeline, I remember you can too, how about being my partner?" Emmeline Vance was slightly surprised looked at him, but still nodded.Tonks cheered up and grabbed Lupine, "Let's dance one too! I'm good at tango—Martha taught me!" Marciana was startled, remembering the time when she taught Tonks After a tragic experience, she kept shaking her head and waving her hands behind her.Lupine blushed slightly, and explained in a low voice, "...I don't know how to dance, really..."

Marciana adjusted her voice and nodded to Sirius.

Sirius took Emmeline Vance by the hand and walked to the center of the field.

Marciana held the guitar and played flowing chords. After a prelude, she sang loudly.

Lupine was finally dragged onto the dance floor by Tonks, Arthur also danced with Molly in his arms, the twins held hands and jumped up in a weird way, Kingsley invited Hestia Jones, Ron kept looking nervously at Her Min, Hermione pinched her fingers with a red face, the living room was gradually filled with wizards, witches, boys and girls.

Snape sat aside, listening to the song intently.Marciana spoke a language he could not understand, but her voice was so tender and passionate that there was no doubt that it was a hymn to love.Marciana wasn't very skilled, but she was born with a clear and melodious voice, and she sang with ease, which was particularly pleasant.

He thought of Covent Garden, and with an idea, he lowered his eyes and concentrated on feeling the magic in the room.

Sure enough, with Marciana as the center, a rippling magical power swept across everyone in the living room.When the rippling magic power washed over Snape's body, he seemed to hear his lover's sigh in his ears, a sense of joy rose out of nowhere, and a string in his chest seemed to be plucked very lightly one time.He opened his eyes, and the wizards in the living room all had happy smiles on their faces, wondering if they were affected.He cast his eyes on the singing witch at the far end of the living room.At this time, the song ended, she straightened up, met his gaze, showed a mischievous smile, and put an index finger on her lips.

Harry, who was dancing with Ginny, happened to pass Snape, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Snape smile.Harry thought he must be dazzled, because he had never seen such a relaxed expression on the Potions Master's face, even if it was just a very faint smile.

Many years later, Harry still remembered the smile, and the afternoon.

At that time, he had grown up, experienced death and loss, and many people were no longer by his side.At that time, he didn't quite understand how the members of the Order of the Phoenix could still sing and dance under the cloud of war—it was obviously last night that Mrs. Weasley knelt and wept in front of the Boggart who had turned into the corpse of his own child, and Moody pointed at The photos told him the names of those members of the Order of the Phoenix who died one by one.

But now he understands.The closer the shadow of death is, the more tenacious the power of life will be.Pain, torture, and even death can't make them forget the purpose of their battle-freedom and justice are such abstract words, but this afternoon is not abstract, such lively laughter, beating heart, rushing blood, warm The skin is real.In the final analysis, what they are willing to die for is nothing more than these.

The author has something to say: bgm=AlcobaAzul, fromFrida This song is very emotional, please listen to it!

The most provocative mvp in this field is Dumbledore :)