I'm playing a big knife at HP

Marciana noticed that Snape had become lively and chatty since term began.Specifically, he is very fond of complaining about Harry Potter and his little friends in front of the other staff.It's not that he likes to talk to his colleagues, or that he's trying to smear the second year kid—Snape needs a helper to clean up the little Gryffindors—Imaciana see Come on, Snape simply couldn't restrain his inner resentment and desire to complain.

Snape was like an active volcano about to erupt. If he couldn't confide in his colleagues, he might have to utter his witty words to the armor in the corridor.

"...I've never seen a more self-righteous 12-year-old boy who looks just like his father! Can you believe it? He's handing out autographs! To his [-]st grade admirers!  …"

Marciana walked into the staff meeting just as he was complaining to Professor Flitwick.Little Harry is indeed the savior of the wizarding world: no one else can make Snape talk so much in one breath, she thought, smiling secretly, and sat down next to him.

Snape noticed her coming, abandoned the absent-minded Professor Flitwick immediately, and turned his gun on her.

"...Maybe Professor Larosa will be willing to be the counselor of the newly established Harry Potter support group. Don't you appreciate Harry Potter and his loyal little followers?"

Marciana looked around at the long table that was already full, and sighed inwardly.

I knew the seat next to Snape was empty for a reason.

She put on a smile of "the new young faculty and staff respect and respect the seniors", and said, "I think they are all lovely children."

"Really, you have to be careful," Snape smiled mockingly, "If Potter mistakenly thinks that you are also his admirer, he might be so excited to give you an autographed photo too. But this may not be a bad thing , wouldn't he, maybe he'd work hard on Defense Against the Dark Arts and improve his grades a bit. Ah, sure," he said grandly, "maybe he's worth an O to you just by drawing his wand." gone."

Wow, Snape was firing on all cylinders today.

"I don't think he's that kind of person." Marciana was a little angry in her heart, and deliberately said lightly.

"what?"

At this moment, Dumbledore walked in, and the conversation in the room fell silent.Snape had to look away and swallowed the question angrily.Marciana spread out her notebook, absently jotting down the meeting points while keeping an eye on Snape.The unanswered questions were clearly tormenting Snape, for she could feel his anger building up over time.Marciana knew that she would not be able to drink afternoon tea in peace after the meeting.

Sure enough, Snape turned to her as soon as the meeting was over. "What do you mean?"

Professor Flitwick beside him fled the scene at a speed that did not match his figure. Marciana turned around and found that Professor McGonagall beside her and Dumbledore at the other end of the long table had also disappeared.

If I had known that my colleagues had this speed, Marciana thought dumbfounded, we should have rushed up and ganged up on Voldemort.The Dark Lord never even had time to draw his wand.

Marciana turned her head to face Snape, whose anger gauge had filled up in the past hour.

"I said, Harry doesn't look like that." She shrugged. "I think he's a bit of a shy kid. I don't think he's arrogant."

"What do you know? How well do you know Potter? Do you know what he's done?" Snape said angrily. "You 'think'! You taught him for a week and then started defending him?"

"So what did that kid do that you have to do this to him?"

"He came to school on the first day of school in a flying car! He had a first-year Gryffindor run after him with a camera! Him! In the corridors! Handing out autographs!" Snape almost said growled.

"It's not necessarily what he wants! I think he doesn't like Colin running after him."

"Huh! I think he's enjoying it."

Marciana became angry, "I think you are biased! How come you don't know about him and yourself? And Hermione? Neville?..."

"It's not up to you to blame me for the way I work!" Snape interrupted. "Is Potter so expensive? You Gryffindor girls are beyond reason! Just because he's a Quidditch star?" ? Because he is the savior of the wizarding world?"

"Because he's a 12-year-old kid and also my student!" Marciana couldn't help raising her voice, "And I'm not some Gryffindor 'girl'!"

"You are! You and your childish imaginings of heroism..." Snape squinted at her. "You, Marciana LaRosa, are a specimen of a Gryffindor girl!"

"What? How naive am I? And what kind of prejudice do you have against our Gryffindors!"

"Immersed in your heroic fantasies, deliberately putting yourself in danger and complacent, you have been like this since your school days... No wonder you and Potter and the others hit it off, you Gryffindors are like people need air Your adventures are needed. Let’s just say you, OWL and NEWT were all excellent, and all opportunities were open to you, but you abandoned your mind and insisted on being a fighting hero.”

"Don't you need a brain to be an Auror!" Marciana was furious, "I wanted to be an Auror since I was a child!"

"Yes! Of course! You've dreamed of catching Death Eaters and Dark wizards," Snape said with a mocking smile. "The marvelous Marciana LaRosa. Look where that got you." !"

She stared at him, her chest heaving, and after a moment she said hoarsely, "Severus Snape, you don't know anything about me."

"Oh but I do! Let me remind you: I taught you and I've known you since you were 14 years old. If you were referring to your family, the Daily Prophet would have put you on the list, thanks to your case. It has been reported in detail, so I know it very well." Snape said grimly.

"Then you should know," she said coldly, "that I have no choice."

"No choice, as you said to the Wizengamot?" Snape sneered.Marciana turned pale.

"You're worse than Potter... because you're gifted," Snape hissed through his teeth, his hooked nose almost touching the tip of hers, "real talent. You could have been in potions, or Charms, or whatever direction you choose to do great things, yet you spoil your talent...you even have protection, Moody and Dumbledore like a hen under their wings , you could have stayed away from it all! So don't say you don't have a choice. You have a choice, and some people never have a choice." Snape straightened up, his voice was as cold as ice, "and you never He hesitated to pass up such an opportunity."

"I did, didn't I?" Marciana smiled angrily, and said word by word, "I can choose to forget my family, my past, my hatred, let me become Marciana Everything about La Rosa, isn't it?"

Snape froze for a moment, the anger on his face faded, turning into an incomprehensible blankness.

Marciana felt her eyes heat up, as if a stream of magma was about to burst out of her chest.She moved closer until their faces were within a finger's distance, heat radiating from her cheeks flushed with rage.Snape stood there like a stone statue, without a muscle twitching, staring at her with half-downcast eyes.Her eyes seemed to be burning with flames, confronting those dark tunnel-like eyes without blinking.

She said in a whisper, "Professor Snape, why don't you forget your hatred?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Snape said coldly.

"You know what I'm talking about." She spit out every word.Her blue eyes stared at his blank face without blinking, and she suddenly showed a hint of understanding. She took a step back, folded her arms on her chest, and squinted: "So it's you."

Snape wasn't sure what she was referring to, which made him a little uneasy.

"If it's not hatred, then..." She raised one corner of her mouth and smiled triumphantly, "What about regret?"

The indifferent indifference on Snape's face cracked.His cheek muscles twitched, and two flames burst out of his hollow black eyes.

Marciana is a witch with a strong ability to imitate, and she is good at learning their most outstanding skills from those around her, such as Sirius Black's ability to provoke people, and Severus Snape's ability to step on people's painful feet .If she wanted to, she would be able to piss off a nice guy like Lupine, let alone a grumpy Snape.

She raised her eyebrows, stared into Snape's eyes unflinchingly, opened her arms, and stepped back step by step.

This is a provocation that both Muggles and wizards can understand: come, come here.Shoot a curse at my chest if you can.

Snape still didn't move, but the fire in his eyes was growing brighter.

Marciana retreated to the door, curling up one corner of her mouth, "Then, I wish you a pleasant evening, Professor Snape." Until her face disappeared through the crack of the door, she did not disconnect from Snape. eye contact.

Both Marciana, striding down the corridor, and Snape, still frozen in the classroom, knew it.

It means going to war.

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Snape returned to his office.He tried to revise the thesis, but couldn't calm down anyway.He felt that he was very abnormal today: he would not get angry so easily, let alone a new female colleague.He grabbed the arm of the chair with both hands and took a few deep breaths, but he still couldn't get Marciana's flushed cheeks and flaming eyes out of his mind.He gritted his teeth and used Occlumency. He successfully cleared his mind, but the pent-up anger was still clogged in his chest like a stone.He couldn't bear to beat the table, and the glass bottle filled with red ink fell to the ground, and the bright red liquid gurgled out.

Snape looked down at the ink on the ground, the thick liquid snaking around his boots, wetting the soles of them.

It's like blood.

Today he lied.He didn't know what was going on in Marciana's family when her case happened: he knew about it many years ago.

It was the autumn of 1981, and Snape had just arrived at Hogwarts.He was already a double agent by then, and the heavy pressure made him less interested in teaching.Even so, he noticed the fourth-year Gryffindor girl.The tall and thin Gryffindor with short haircut, who at first glance couldn't tell whether he was a teenager or a girl, could hand over works of perfect quality in every potion class.Snape might not have been able to do better than her when he was a student himself.During a lunch, he pretended to ask Minerva McGonagall who was the female student with short black hair. He said she looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it.

This is not a lie.Although the female student was thin, she had an unforgettable face. Snape always thought he had seen such a face somewhere.

"Oh, Martha," he remembered the look of pity on Minerva's face, "you may have seen a picture of her father, she looks a lot like him."

"The surname Larosa sounds familiar," Snape asked thoughtfully, "but I don't know any English wizarding family called this... half-breed?"

"Immigration. Her grandfather's family was a wizarding family from Sicily. But you may have heard of them... two years ago her family..." Minerva sighed. "The Daily Prophet reported."

Snape absently cut the steak, but lost his appetite.Although he didn't care much about this student, he had a premonition that he must know what happened.He hurriedly left the teacher's seat and came to the library.

In the library, he found the Daily Prophet from two years ago.The front page of a newspaper in early July of that year read in large bold letters: "Amazing Tragedy! Family of Aurors Killed by Death Eaters" with the subhead "Elite Auror Vitaly LaRosa Family, Including Others Wife, six-year-old daughter and four-month-old son tragically died at home, and only one daughter survived.”Printed under the title are two photographs, one of the Dark Mark in the sky and the other of a family.

He looked at the group photo and clenched his fingers holding the newspaper.

He remembered the family.He had met this family at Lihen Bookstore three years ago, when he had just graduated from Hogwarts, had just joined the Death Eaters, and was an ambitious young man.

It was a day in December, not far from Christmas.

Snape's decision to go to Lihen Bookstore that day was actually mainly out of boredom.Christmas was approaching, and Christmas carols could be heard all over the Muggle streets, which bored him rather.A Christmas Carol always brings to mind something soft and warm, like a crackling firewood in a fireplace, the sweet smell of biscuits in the oven, the warm aroma of roasted chestnuts, the silly red hat and its furry White borders, and so on - even for Snape.The Muggle obsession with Christmas was beyond his comprehension: even his alcoholic father rarely lost his temper at Christmas.Although these soft and warm things didn't suit Snape's style, he didn't dislike them - at least Severus didn't dislike them that much.But when you've lost all your family, your only friend, and are forced to celebrate Christmas alone in a place like 19 Spinner's End, these unsolicited, endless Christmas carols seem rather dull.

The weather was fine that day, and the winter sunshine always makes people more willing to take a walk outside, but apparently other wizards thought so too—the Lihen Bookstore was quite crowded that day.Even so, Snape noticed the couple right away when they entered the bookstore.The husband was remarkably tall—at least six feet five inches by visual inspection—and muscular, with thick, short black hair, tanned skin, and a clean-shaven chin with a sharp, muscular profile.He has thick lips, which are not common among British people, but because of the angular cheekbones and Omega chin, the slightly sexy lips do not detract from his masculinity.His wife had copper-red hair and milky skin, stunningly beautiful blue eyes, an oval face, a straight nose with a fine tip - Snape had an intuition that she was Irish.

The combination of the dark-haired man and the red-haired woman gave Snape an uncomfortable association, but he had to admit that it was a beautiful couple.Snape was no country bumpkin who had never seen a beauty - he had grown up with Lily, after all - but even he thought the two were worthy of the sneer of half a bookstore.The couple stopped not far from Snape, and the two children followed behind them.

"When will this fall in your arms?" An old lady spoke to the wife with a smile—she had a swollen belly, obviously pregnant. "The due date is the end of February next year." The red-haired beauty replied gently.

"Your children are so cute," the old lady said enthusiastically, "especially your little daughter, she is such a beautiful child. She looks exactly like you." The red-haired beauty was stunned for a moment, then smiled politely Laugh, "They are all good kids."

Snape noticed her indifference, and then looked at the two little girls: the older one looked about eleven or twelve years old, and the younger one looked about six or seven years old.

Also "so cute", cute ass.He rolled his eyes at the old lady's hypocrisy.

In all fairness, the youngest daughter is indeed outstanding in appearance. She has the same crimson hair and white skin as her mother, with a neat childlike haircut, and wears an apple-green floral skirt and small leather shoes. She is gentle and quiet, like the little girl on TV. The child star ratio is not bad either.

But that big one is really... tsk.

The eldest daughter had long hands and feet, thin limbs, and was no shorter than some thirteen or fourteen-year-old girls, but her face was still childish, and she looked a little out of place.Like her father, she has extremely thick and shiny black hair, twisted into two braids as thick as her forearm by her mother's strong will, and hung heavily on her shoulders.She was wearing a hoodie, strappy jeans, and skate shoes. It was winter, but her skin was still bronze, and she didn't know where she got it.Her mouth is a little too big for a child, and her lips are a little too thick.Those slightly raised eyes were big and bright, but they looked a little funny when paired with her bushy black eyebrows.

Well, another pair of sisters whose younger sister is cuter than the elder sister, even the old lady only singled out the younger sister for praise.

Snape glanced stealthily at the older sister, anticipating the resentment and jealousy that Petunia often showed on her face.But the eldest daughter looked proud, standing upright, and grinning indifferently, revealing two rows of shiny braces.

Snape quickly looked away.

He didn't want to listen to the boring conversation anymore, so he decided to retreat to the second floor to pick up books quietly.But after reading a few books, he heard footsteps—the two children came up.

The older, dark-skinned kid pulled his sister and whispered excitedly, "Julia, we can each choose a book today. My sister is rich now! I made a lot of money from Professor Sprout." Less wages, and there is still left after buying you Christmas presents!"

"Really, Martha?" the little girl named Julia asked excitedly, "Then can I buy a copy of "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Herbs?"

"Yes! But why do you want to buy it? I'll lend you mine." The older child named Martha replied.

"You need to use it in class."

"That's easy. I can use the copying spell to copy a copy and bring it back to school, then you can keep mine!"

"That's right. Then I won't buy new books. Thank you, Martha." The little girl hugged her eldest sister affectionately.

"What are you talking about!" Martha laughed, smoothing her sister's hair lovingly. "You should pick another one! Then you'll have a book to read all Christmas. Go ahead."

Snape was a little nervous to find that the little red-haired girl was walking around and stopped not far from him, and obviously developed an inappropriate curiosity about him.Feeling a little uncomfortable, he glanced at her, and sure enough, he found that the child was standing at an arm's length away from him, looking up at him without blinking his eyes.Snape was taken aback, and quickly turned his eyes back to the book in his hand, then felt a bit embarrassed by such a concession, and decided to stare back fiercely.

Why isn't the child crying yet?

Doesn't she feel sore when she raises her head and neck like this?

The eyes are really blue.The hair is also very similar to when Lily was a child.

...It's really kind of cute.

Martha found out that the little sister was with a young man—or was it a teenager? —— With big eyes and small eyes, the little head is raised almost at a right angle to the neck.The young man was dressed in black robes, tall and thin, and exuded a gloomy "leave me alone" air all over his body, but this obviously did not frighten Julia.Martha became alert. "Julia!" She walked slowly towards the little sister.

Snape felt that he was not mentally prepared to deal with two little girls at the same time, so he decided not to have the same experience as a six-year-old, and moved a little further away.

Martha felt that this person not only kept staring at her beautiful and well-behaved sister, but also gave her a guilty look when she saw her, which was very suspicious.

Seeing her sister coming over, Julia showed a happy smile and tugged at her sleeve, "Can you help me take that one and that one off?" She pointed to the two books on the top shelf.

Snape found the two books just above where he had been standing.Had the child stared at him just now to make him—no, to force him—to get out of the way?He looked at the two Doudings gloatingly. The bookshelves of Lihen Bookstore reached to the ceiling, even if the sister jumped up, she would never be able to get the books on the top shelf.

If she comes to ask me, I'll have to laugh at her, Snape thought contentedly.

"Well, is it the second from the left and the fourth from the right?" Martha said energetically after seeing Julia nodding obediently, "Look at my sister!" She raised her arms and spread her fingers, Snape was feeling strange when she retracted her five fingers slightly, and the two books jumped out of the bookshelf and fell into her hands precisely.

Snape was genuinely surprised now.Maybe because he stared at it for too long, the older child looked up.Snape noticed that her eyes were the same blue as her mother's, and her raven-feather-black hair and tanned skin, paired with clear light-colored pupils, made her look almost eerie.

"You used magic outside of school." Snape raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't!" The dark-haired, blue-eyed child shrugged.

Snape glanced at the two books in her sister's arms.

Her blue eyes widened like a cat's, and she retorted confidently, "I don't use a wand!"

Of course Snape knew there was no way the Ministry could have tracked down a wandless spell in Diagon Alley: he was just scaring her.But he was surprised that the kid didn't know the meaning of what he had just done: the ease with which a first-year had cast a Flying Charm, soundless and wandless.Many fourth-year Hogwarts students have trouble mastering the Flying Charm.

What a precise control.

The two sisters had already gone downstairs.Julia couldn't decide which one to buy, and Martha let her take them all, and she took her sister downstairs empty-handed.

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The little black-haired girl turned out to be La Rosa, and he really didn't recognize it.The thick lips, thick eyebrows and oversized eyes that seemed out of place as a child have found their way into her face with age, and now she finally looks like the child of her handsome parents.It turned out to be her.

He returned to the office in a daze, only to find that he was still clutching the newspaper.He vaguely remembered that at the Death Eaters meeting in July that year, someone was rewarded by the Dark Lord for "teaching those Aurors a lesson"... Was it them? ...he can't remember... so many people died, killings almost every day...he can't remember...

He looked at the scratched and crumpled newspaper. In the photo, a short-haired little girl was holding a Hogwarts snow globe, held in her arms by her sister, smiling obediently at him.He remembered the child with the same red hair as Lily, looking up at him.

A fatal panic seized him suddenly.He thought of the danger he had put Lily in, he thought of Lily's red hair, the kid's red hair, the schoolgirl with the short hair who was too quiet, Lily's green eyes, their blue eyes...

The 21-year-old Snape finally couldn't bear it any longer and rushed to the sink to vomit.

In the dream, Marciana returned to the second day of July 1979.

That summer vacation, after returning from Hogwarts, she played at a friend's house for a day before she was ready to go home contentedly.

Her schoolbag was filled with her first-year report card, her small suitcase was filled with candy from Hogsmeade, and books from the library—Julia was sure to like it. Incredible.Mom and Dad will be pleasantly surprised by her grades.She hadn't held little Sileon in her arms yet, and he looked so soft and round in the picture, so cute.She was dragging the small suitcase, and the wheels were rumbling on the concrete floor, and she was in such a happy mood.

She went to the house and found the front door open, with several strangers around the house.Something is wrong.

She raised her head, and in the twilight sky in the morning, there was a green imprint that was about to disappear, vaguely in the shape of a skull.

Dark Mark.

She was the daughter of an Auror, and she knew exactly what this was.

Marciana dropped the suitcase and ran home.She broke into the door, and there were two white cloths on the ground, and two human figures under the white cloths.

"Hey! Girl! You can't come in!" cried a young man, coming up to her.His companion, an older man stared at her, grabbed his colleague, and whispered, "...it's the eldest daughter..."

"Are those my parents?" she heard her own voice ask.

"Son, you really shouldn't come in..." the older man whispered to her, "I'm your father's colleague, listen... last night..." He paused, not knowing how to continue go on.

Marciana stood dumbfounded, she heard two Aurors not far away were talking in a low voice, and a few words came faintly to her ears.

...sudden attack...early morning...first husband...killing curse...wife...

She lowered her eyes, a pool of blood slithered across the floor.

"Where are my younger siblings?" She trembled, gripping the Auror's sleeve tightly. "I have a younger sister and a younger brother. Are they safe?"

"We've just arrived...we haven't found them yet," the Auror said reassuringly. "That's good news. They may be hiding."

Hope rose from her heart, she felt that she was suddenly full of strength, she nodded heavily, "I'll help you find it!"

"Child!" The Auror wanted to call her, but she ran quickly to the stairs.As she ran, she prayed fervently in her heart.Please, Destiny, Merlin, God... whatever your name is, please, have mercy, and at least spare Julia and Xilian.

She went into the bedroom, which was empty.She whispered hopefully, "Julia, are you there?"

no respond.

She walked lightly, feeling numb in the skin, dizzy, and her heart beating violently in her chest.Her eyes carefully scanned the large wooden wardrobe that can hide two children, the bedside table that can accommodate a baby, and the bed that looks empty... My sister is so clever, she must be hiding it, right?

"Julia?" she called tremblingly. "It's me. I'm back."

She walked to the bed, and suddenly there was a crisp "da" from under the bed, followed by the sound of glass balls rolling across the wooden floor.A small snow globe hit the edge of her shoe and rolled away, leaving Hogwarts Castle standing inside the ball.

Marciana felt her blood turn to ice.

She trembled, knelt on the ground, slowly lowered her body, and peeped under the bed sideways.Her blue eyes met another pair of wide-open, lifeless blue eyes.

Her younger sister hugged her younger brother tightly and curled up under the bed.She looked so small and so scared.

She felt her own soul screaming in horror, but her throat seemed to be blocked, and there was only a painful sob in her chest.She crawled under the bed on all fours and lifted Julia and Cillion out.They were cold to the touch and dead.

Julia's young face was messed up by dust and dry tears, and her expression was still frozen in fear and vulnerability, as if she was still praying for the hope of surviving the moment before she died.She was still wrapping her hands around the baby in a protective gesture, and tightly clenched a rope in a small fist. The end of the rope was a broken buckle, which should have been connected to the snow globe that her sister had given her.

my poor sister.She must have been terrified, it was so dark under the bed.How hard the floor is.how cold it is.

She felt that her body was very hot, her eyes were very hot, and her mind was also very hot. It seemed that a hole had been twisted in her stomach, and something was gushing out of it continuously, which was extremely painful.

She held them tightly in her arms, and felt hot liquid gushing from her eye sockets, hitting her short red hair and soft fetal hair.Julia looked so embarrassed, and Marciana couldn't bear it anymore. She wiped her sister's dirty eyes with her thumb over and over again, pressed her warm chest against her heart that was no longer beating, and kept kissing her with dry lips. Cold cheeks.In the end, Marciana put her lips on Julia's forehead in desperation, and the cold forehead was even warmed by her hot lips.

Maybe my life could flow to her in the same way.

my little sister.my Sunshine.my darling.

Marciana sat up suddenly from the bed, her whole body was drenched in cold sweat, her heart was beating wildly.She looked around and slowly remembered that she was at Hogwarts, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's bedroom.Her sweaty fingers fumbled anxiously to her collarbone, gripping a small, round, hard object.She gradually calmed down.

Ah, I had this dream again.It must have been years... it was all Snape's fault.

She covered her eyes with her hands.

She still remembers everything.Everything in the details.She remembered how she brushed Julia's eyelids and closed those once beautiful blue eyes.Her sister is so small that her face is almost completely covered by the palm of her hand.She remembered the first and last time she held the baby's round fist and kissed her little brother's bulging forehead.

Such a small body shouldn't be so cold.

She remembered that she had placed the bodies of Julia and Cillion with her own hands among those of her father and mother, and they still looked like a neat family.She looked at a white cloth covering her younger sister and younger brother.

Under those white sheets is everything I have, everything I have hugged, everything I have kissed, everything I have loved.

my family.my bones and my blood.

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Marciana sat on the bed for half the night, and finally gradually fell asleep.

Snape couldn't sleep that night.

He got up from the bed and dragged out a box from the lower shelf of the wardrobe.He carried the box to the bed and opened it.At the top is a photo of Lily, waving her hand and smiling broadly.Snape slightly raised the corners of his mouth, brushing his fingertips over her young face.He put the photo aside.Below the photos are carefully folded letters, all written by Lily.He took out the letter carefully and put it on the bedside table.At the bottom of the box was an old clipping of the Daily Prophet, a crumpled and smoothed photo of a family smiling at him.

He looked at the little girl with black hair and shook his head, "God, you were such a weird child when you were young." He touched the child lightly with his index finger, and poked hard again.The child in the photo smiled at him, showing two rows of shiny braces. "Still a nasty Gryffindor," he muttered.

He put the newspaper clippings back at the bottom of the box, and put the letters back one by one. Finally, he picked up Lily's photo, stared at her smile for a long time, and muttered to himself, "Of course I can't forget my regret...and Hate..."

Snape put the pictures back in the box and locked it gently.He was lying quietly in bed, and maybe I could understand her wanting to avenge her family, he thought, but Marciana LaRosa was still a hateful, prejudiced Gryffindor.He finally realized that there was no way he would be able to sleep tonight, so he sat up and decided to use the second half of the night to make a fun potion.After all, La Rosa must know that there is a price to be paid for provoking the head of Slytherin... just a small, small lesson.

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