[HP] Daddy's Little Prince

"Hey, Harry, who is he...?" Hermione walked into the common room - at this time, everyone who should be sleeping almost went to bed, and Hermione usually used to stay up late reading, in order not to disturb her friends who slept with her, Hermione would be in the common room for two hours - from ten to twelve, and as soon as she entered the common room, she saw Harry standing in front of the fireplace with a boy he had never seen before - It looks very... intimate.

"Hi, Miss Granger, Harry told me about you, you are his best friend." Prince put down the things in his hand and held out his hand to Hermione, "My name is Prince, you call me Just Prince, I'm Harry's... um..."

"Brother," Hermione said firmly, "You look alike!" When Prince looked up at her, she realized that the two of them really looked alike—the same green eyes, the same Messy hair, and that pointy little face, "But...Harry, you didn't say you have a younger brother!"

"Hermione, Prince is not my brother." Harry shook his head, "He is me..."

"Oh, we are somewhat related by blood, we are cousins." Prince winked at Harry, "You know, the nobles in the wizarding world are basically...relative, just like Harry is actually Draco ? Like Malfoy's uncle."

"Merlin! Is this true?!" Her Majesty the future queen of Gryffindor widened her eyes, "Harry, is this true? Merlin! You are Malfoy's uncle... oh... no wonder you would Go save him...well...I won't...uh...I won't quarrel with him in the future—as long as he doesn't take the initiative to provoke me." Obviously, Hermione knew Harry much better than Ron, so It seemed that Ron would insult his cousin Dudley in front of Harry, but in fact Harry was not very willing to talk with him. , Harry always felt less happy.

Hermione pursed her lips and laughed. She found out Harry's little secret and also met Harry's cousin. She thought it was very good, and this cousin... seemed to be very knowledgeable. Look at him Come on those things!

"This is... oh, this is a bottle of pet nutrition!" Hermione shook the burnt potion in her hand, "Hey, can this... be given to Ron? Uh, Prince, Ron is our My friend, his mouse has lived for more than ten years, and it is too old, in fact... I want him to contribute to the experiment, well, such an idea is not a good thing..."

"Mice of more than ten years... I would be honored if it can be useful." Prince nodded and smiled, and he and Hermione had already started to call each other by their Christian names, "Actually, if it is possible, I think Ron... sir, should Show Hagrid his pet, after all he's the professor of protection of magical creatures... er, forget it, it's more reliable to give it to Madam Pomfrey."

"That's right."

Seeing that his son had a good relationship with his good friend, Harry expressed his relief. He was still worried about how to explain Prince's problem, and it seemed that Snape had already thought of an excuse—but... Merlin's network ah!It was also the first time he had heard that he was Malfoy's uncle! ?

Harry found this very interesting and sat next to Prince with a smile on his face, watching him show Hermione those little practical potions, each of which was so precious in his eyes, and his little prince was his priceless treasure.

Soon, an hour passed, Prince checked the time, left his cauldron to Dad, and walked into the fireplace with the Floo powder in his hand.

"The dormitory of the Potions professor!"

When Prince's figure disappeared into the fireplace, Hermione was still in a daze—she seemed to have heard... something terrible? !

"That... what he said... is... the dormitory of the Potions professor... right?" she asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, he's... er... Professor Snape's son." Harry nodded, of course he wanted to tell Hermione that was his son, but he held back.

"Oh! Merlin!" screamed Hermione, "He's Professor Snape's son! Professor Snape's! My God! Merlin! How could he be Professor Snape's son!? He... He's so cute!"

"Hermione, are you okay..." Although he was very happy to hear someone praise his son for being cute, he didn't want his friend to be in this... state of madness all the time.

"Yeah...I'm fine...Harry, you know...uh...Prince is so cute and gentle...you understand me, right?" She looked at him seriously and annoyed Harry, "Maybe...I mean...Harry, maybe we've all misunderstood Professor Snape, don't you think?"

Harry was taken aback by what she said. He didn't expect Hermione to directly think of Snape, but he really didn't know how to tell his good friend about Snape.

"Listen, Harry, did you see that you lived with Snape for a week, and you found... he was so unreasonable?" Hermione continued, "He took care of you for a week, and you are intact —Yes, don't deny it, I can see the change in you, Harry, you have new shoes, and a new shirt...and your diary...is all ready... Yes, Harry, don't interrupt me!" She smoothed her hair irritably, "Listen, Harry, you have to listen to me, I think... we started to doubt Professor Snape in the first year... At that time I was the one who started to suspect it, and it got to you guys...it's...not good! He might...I mean...a bad guy can't raise a kid as good as Prince!"

"But...Prince...you only saw him this time."

"Oh! Harry! He's not even old enough to go to Hogwarts! Children can't tell lies! Disguises can't be trusted!" Hermione stood up - Harry sat on the couch - condescendingly Looking at him intently, "You can see what kind of person raised him from a child—this, it’s Muggle child psychology, I can discuss it with you some other day—so, now, I think... is Yes, I'm going to apologize to Professor Snape tomorrow... oh... I can't convince Ron, but Harry, you must apologize to Professor Snape! You must!"

look!This was his Hermione!

Harry waved his arms in his heart to encourage himself—although he didn’t know much about child psychology, he was not a fool, so he asked Hermione—why did he affirm that Prince was the first time he saw Prince? Nepe, and the answer she gave... didn't surprise him.

Yes, Harry, trust your future self!

"Well, I have to go to bed early tonight - who knows if Professor Snape will give me a big bucket of slugs tomorrow..." Hermione shook her shaggy hair and walked out of the common room with the tome in her arms room.

Looking at Hermione's back, Harry showed a satisfied and happy smile.However, Harry didn't know that from this time on, his temptation became easier and easier. Of course, this was something to say later.

Harry got a good night's sleep that night, and the next day he gave Ron Prince's pet tonic and suggested that he take his Scabbers to the hospital wing.

Of course, Ron expressed great love for the pet tonic that Harry gave him—although he didn't like the gray mouse that Percy left him, but this mouse had lived in his house for more than ten years, Almost as old as him, and... as his exclusive pet for nearly three years, the feelings... still exist, so he doesn't want his pet to die at all.

"Oh, you stupid mouse!" Ron poked Scabbers with his wand. "Drink it quickly! It's a tonic!"

Of course it is a tonic, but the taste is a little weird!

Scabbers tried to avoid being harassed by Ron's wand, but Ron seemed to feel that he couldn't stand the mouse anymore, so he grabbed it and poured the potion into it!

After drinking the potion, and without knowing what happened, Scabbers started running wildly, and Ron could only chase after it-this is a dinner party!A mouse running around, like what the hell!

"Scattered!" Ron was very worried that the mouse would jump over to Slytherin. If it jumped over, it would be killed by those evil black wizards! "Come back soon, Scabbers!"

"Look at that skunk - chasing mice!" Draco pointed to Ron laughing in his seat, as if he was having fun, and Goyle and Crabbe immediately joined in, laughing together.

"It's the redheads of the Weasleys who have such tasteless pets." A dark-haired Slytherin girl tucked her hair behind her ears.Her big eyes, her round face and her complexion are also very rosy, she looks like a delicious apple, "I really don't know, how can he be a so-called... oh , where is the righteous Gryffindor?"

"Pansy, you've told the truth again." A boy with darker skin next to her was very gentlemanly raising the quilt with pumpkin juice in his hand to signal her.

"Damn evil Slytherin!" screamed Ron - his face flushed redder than his hair.

"Hmph, not as good as his sister." Pansy looked at the dark-skinned boy beside him, "Right, Blaise?"

"Of course, Her Royal Highness' words are always correct."

"I want to fight you..."

"Enough! Ron!" Hermione stopped Ron, and she gave Draco Malfoy a complicated look, "Don't fall for their tricks - they want you to pull out your wand and snap Gryffin Lots of points!"

"But..." Ron was furious.He couldn't deny what they said, he couldn't deny it!What can he do to earn his dignity for himself without denying it?

"Let go of me, Hermione! I'm going to beat 'em!"

"Uh...Ron, actually, I think..." Hermione blinked, "You have to hold back for Harry's sake, after all...Harry is Draco Malfoy's uncle."