[HP] Daddy's Little Prince

At the end of Spider Lane, here is Snape's house, gloomy, gray... well, it doesn't seem to fit such a vocabulary now, the house looks a bit mild now, the walls are snow white, and the windows are painted It was warm green, and the door was black with silver trim, which looked very gorgeous-this was Harry's first impression of the house, and it looked... nice?

No matter how nice it was, Harry wouldn't like it if it had Snape living in it.

"Oh, Severus, Harry, you're back!" Dumbledore stood outside the house in his violet wizard robes with red and gold bows, and of course he must have cast the Ignore Charm on himself.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry smiled at him, and the black dog at his feet was also very excited.

"Oh, Harry, Harry, is this your dog?" Dumbledore smiled and patted the big dog's head, "He looks great, can I take care of him for a few days, Harry? Professor Nepe doesn't like him—I can see that he will knock over everyone's potion bottles in Severus." The headmaster's eyes flickered, "I can take him to Hogwarts first, Harry."

"I want to go to Hogwarts too." Harry hurriedly put forward his idea, he didn't want to spend the rest of the week with Snape.

"I'm afraid I can't, Harry." Dumbledore smiled apologetically at him, "Because it's...dangerous now, Professor Snape can keep you safe and take you to Diagon Alley for shopping, while Hogg Watts has never slept with a student before term starts, Harry, it's dangerous - Hogwarts has a lot of secrets, yes, that's right, I think you got the hang of it last term, didn't you?"

"Believe me, I don't want to be...the Savior's nanny either," Snape grabbed Harry by the collar again, "Now say goodbye to your stupid-dog."

"Oh, Severus, you have to be nice to Harry." Dumbledore grabbed the big black dog that was about to pounce on Snape, "See you at the beginning of school, then!"

Seeing Dumbledore apparating Black with him, Harry felt very depressed, but there was no way, he was still grabbed by Snape, and then dragged directly to the door by him.

"Dangdangdangdang!" A crisp voice sounded, and the door opened in response, "Welcome home!"

This is... who is it? !

Harry's eyes widened - there was a little boy standing in the doorway, with messy mid-length hair, but it looked soft, and the boy's eyes were green, but had the shape of Snape's face - fortunately, there was no such thing as a big boy. Nose... Harry thought confusedly... the boy had already hugged him: "Daddy!"

Dad... Dad? !

"Hey! Dad, you are so short!" The boy compared the height of Harry and himself, "Really, I am only nine years old, and I am almost as tall as you are 13 years old!" He pulled Ha Lee's sleeve, "Father, why are you so rude, Dad is almost frightened by you!"

Father... Father? !

The boy dragged Harry into the house, and took over his luggage by the way: "Father, I knew it, I knew it, you would bully daddy, huh, I knew it, you always bullied daddy!" He let go of Harry Go to grab Snape, "You will suffer when Dad gets angry, go and coax him!" Pushing the dark-faced potions master, he waved his hands at the two of them hastily, "I'm going upstairs to read a book Now, you two slowly exchange feelings, even if it’s a little late, it’s okay to go to sports, I can take care of myself!”

Dad... Father... Feelings... Communication? !

Harry sat on the sofa staring blankly, he felt that his brains were not enough-yes, compared to Hermione, his brains were always not enough, but this situation is obviously not his problem now!

"I'm assuming that the savior's ears are not for display, you go and pack your luggage now." Snape pointed to his shrunken luggage, "Move them upstairs, and your..." He frowned. "Owl."

"Uh...I..." Harry flinched, he didn't want to confront Snape here, but he thought it was weird—it was weird, so he had to know what was going on— Well, come on, Harry, you are brave Gryffindor!

"Professor, I want to know, who is that boy—what did he mean by that? My...dad? And—father?!" Harry swallowed, watching Snape's face grow darker. The darker he was, the happier he felt, so he stood up, "Also, I want to know—yes, since he calls me dad, I have the right to know, who is he?"

"Potter!" Snape raised his voice, but it didn't scare the tiny savior.

"Professor! I have a right to know! I want to know!" Harry stood up, his head thrown back - he looked terrible for his height!

"I'm assuming that you're only... 13 years old." Snape looked contemptuously at Harry, "That child has nothing to do with you..."

"He obviously knows me very well—but I don't know him, so, Professor, don't try to fool me!" Harry liked the boy who wasn't afraid of Snape at all, "and... Does it... uh... look familiar?"

"Okay! Stop your unrealistic fantasies, go upstairs now!" Snape threw the shrunken box into his arms, "Right now! Immediately!"

Holding his shrunken suitcase, Harry stooped to pick up the cage containing Hedwig, and when he felt that nothing was left behind, he smiled at Snape. Of course, no one would think this kind of smile was kind: "Professor, I'll know what's going on!" After that, he ran up the stairs with a thump - he believed that if he stayed a second longer, he would be cursed by Snape, and he would Don't want to be cursed, the most important thing is, did he have the guts to go up against Snape like this or because school didn't start, he couldn't deduct points from Gryffindor, could he?

Of course, our little savior forgot that even if points cannot be deducted now, the eccentric big bat will definitely find trouble to deduct points after school starts...well, let him ignore this fact.

However, the savior, who was originally in a good mood, was holding his luggage and holding Hedwig in the small corridor on the second floor. This was a difficult choice - he didn't know which room he could live in!

Harry stood at the door for a full 10 minutes and couldn't decide - it wasn't his problem, it was a habit, yes, a habit developed at the Dursleys' house, he didn't dare to mess with things, even if... That person was Snape, whom he hated, and he didn't know if it was possible to do so in the current situation where he didn't have a good friend, would he be... er... cursed?Well, in fact, he is not afraid of being cursed, but a purely psychological obstacle.

That's right, it's a mental disorder!Harry knew the term from Claire, and he thought it was... trendy and suited him, and yes, he did have a... um... psychopath, he thought, and put the case down. With Hedwig, I sat in the small corridor by myself.

Harry sometimes felt that Snape scolded and hated him like Uncle Vernon, except that he was not as fat or beat himself like him, but the essence was the same, they both Likes to talk to himself in a disgusted tone, and likes to insult himself-well, compared with Snape, Vernon's language is much rougher, which can be seen from the fact that he can rarely understand Snape's words figure it out.

He panted heavily, trying to calm himself down, remember, Claire is a good person, and her nephew will not go anywhere bad!

"Hey! Dad, why are you sitting here!" The boy who was barking suddenly appeared in front of Harry, still calling him "Dad" with a very natural expression, which really made Harry feel very strange, but The boy didn't seem to notice the strangeness on Harry's face, and he was still saying to himself, "Oh, by the way, father must have made you angry again." The nine-year-old boy was almost as tall as Ron, "Let's go, I'll take you back to your room."

"That... I'm not your father..." Harry had just entered the sentence, and I saw the grievance on the boy's face, and immediately changed my words, "Ah, I mean, why did you call me 'Dad'? I am Say...look, I'm only 13 years old, that...just had my 13th birthday, I don't think I'm married yet...so..."

"Dad, you...don't you want me anymore?" The boy bit his lip. Even though he was taller, in fact, the nine-year-old child was still in the state of baby fat, and he didn't open at all, so he could see it at a glance. He was still very young, and coupled with his aggrieved appearance, Harry felt that his heart was about to break—this child was obviously related to him by blood, look at the messy hair and those green eyes!

"No...I don't want you...that...I just..." Harry didn't know what to say.

"It's fine if you don't want me," the boy heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled at him, "I met my father when I first came, and he really wanted me! But it seems... after knowing that I am his son I don’t have such a stinky face anymore!” He grinned happily, “I’ll just say, how can my father treat Dad and me badly, he’s all pretending!”

"Huh? No... no! Your father... is Snape?" Harry's brain was still short-circuited.

"Hey! Dad, what's wrong with you?! Of course my father's surname is Snape! He is your husband!" The boy rolled his eyes, "I said Dad, even if you are only 13 years old now, but you once told Me, you two have admired each other since you first entered school!"

"Admiration? Who? Admiration who?!" Harry's eyes widened.

"I said... isn't it? You're lying to me—no, it's you from the future who is lying to me?!" The boy's eyes widened too, and then he began to growl—to the bottom of the stairs, "Father— Father! Come up quickly! Father—your little prince needs you—help—”

"Hey, stop yelling, you will be killed by Snape..." Harry was very scared, Snape is not an easy person to get along with, the boy who yelled so loudly could easily be cursed by Snape !

"Great... Your Excellency the Savior, I don't think I will do anything to my own son."