[HP] Dark Godfather

A messy-haired, green-eyed boy walking into the Leaky Cauldron clutching a cloud of air was, at least, an odd sight for an outsider to see.

"I want a room," Harry said loudly, placing a small bag of Galleons on the counter.

Tom, the owner of the bar, didn't seem surprised by this. He picked up the purse and handed Harry a key, "Room No. [-] on the third floor, hot water is available all day long!"

The boy nodded, and couldn't wait to go upstairs with the ball of air in his arms.

"Do you think the one hiding in the disposable invisibility cloak is a kidnapped girl?" A wizard next to Tom asked curiously.

"It might be a boy who was abducted, but his invisibility cloak is not bad, at least there is no magic fluctuation..." Tom rubbed his chin and smiled wickedly.

"Whatever, Harry Potter is almost an adult anyway, and it's normal to have an affair once or twice. Hey, little Harry thinks that if he puts away his glasses and covers up his scars, Old Tom won't be able to recognize him. Old Tom I don’t have any other skills, but this skill in recognizing people is top-notch.” The bad bar owner thought to himself.

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Open the door, close it, lock the door with two spells in a row, Harry Potter hugged Draco with a smile, just lifted the invisibility cloak...

"All petrified!" Draco stood up beautifully and hugged, catching the green-eyed boy who fell down with his mouth wide open.

It never occurred to Harry that Draco had not been hit, but had himself in the army instead.

Gently touching Harry Potter's face, Draco said softly, "Sure enough, you look better without glasses, Harry, miss me?"

The green-eyed lion cub couldn't even complete the simple act of blinking.

Draco didn't seem to care about Harry's answer, he said softly, "Curse stop!" Then, the moment Harry was able to move, he said again, "Relax!"

"I hate curses!" Harry yelled inwardly.

So the little lion changed into a more charming posture and limp in the little dragon's arms.

Draco adjusted to a comfortable position and hugged Harry, supporting the boy's back with one hand, while rubbing the other hand irregularly in Harry's clothes.

"Hmm...Harry, you haven't said whether you want me or not?" Draco teased the little lion in his arms in an "aggrieved" tone.

Harry complained about Drake's unruly hands with more "aggrieved" eyes.

"I've been in France for so long, and I haven't heard from you. Don't tell me you only have one native owl..." Draco squinted at Harry, and at the same time he put more effort into his hands.

Poor Harry blinked and blushed.

"I don't care how much you remember, Harry, I remember all of them. You seemed to be quite strong at that time! Dear little lion..." Draco's voice gradually became low and hoarse.

Harry looked at the handsome face getting closer, and his green eyes gradually became moist.

Draco looked at Harry's weak expression with satisfaction, pulled his hand hard, tore off all Harry's clothes, leaned over and kissed Harry's lips.

After a 10-minute French kiss, Drake put his head on Harry's forehead and said softly, "Next, we must live up to the beauty of this beautiful day!"

"I think so too!" Suddenly, Harry's voice rang in Draco's ear, and the platinum nobleman's ice-blue eyes suddenly widened, and then he turned around in a dizzy motion, and fell heavily on the bed.

Harry Potter held Draco's hands firmly with both hands, and his green eyes sparkled, "So you still like me, don't you, Draco? That's great..." The boy leaned closer to the little dragon and exhaled The heat was tickling Draco's heart, "I originally thought, if you just want to take revenge on me, let you be on it once, at least let you calm down, since you also think this is a beautiful day, then we will follow the previous order continue……"

Unwillingly, Drake wanted to struggle, but was firmly held down by the savior, and then it was the lights-off movement.

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Black "declined" Remus Lupine's "goodwill assistance" and stubbornly took Severus Snape back to No. 12 Grimmauld Place alone. The godfather deflated snot.

He took Snape to the basement, let the tentacles of the house nightmare fix the potion master, and found all the potions hidden on Snape, because the professor's clothes had too many buttons, and the impatient Black Simply using a precise splitting and cleaning up, Professor Snape has completely become a clean and disinfected broiler.

Snape was at Black's mercy with an expressionless face, but the darkness in his eyes grew deeper and deeper.

"Hmph, snot, you have a good figure..." Black looked at Professor Pig while checking Snape's potion, and teased maliciously, "How about publishing your nude photos in the newspaper? Got the title, 'How to skin a snotluck'!"

Snape was silent, and simply closed his eyes, with an expression of not wanting to talk to you.

Black showed a "sudden realization" expression, "Oh, by the way, you were cursed by me and imprisoned by the nightmare of the house, so you couldn't speak...I said snot, aren't you very capable?...Pretend as a customer and give I set the trap and let old Blake lie on the bed for seven days, and became a vegetable for seven days... What a creative idea, huh! Now that Feng Shui is turning, tell me, who ordered you to attack me?"

Black confiscated Snape's wand, undid the spell at the same time, told the house nightmare to let go of Snape, then Black took a few steps back, pointing his wand at the professor vigilantly.

After Snape was able to move, he didn't look at Black, but silently walked to the clothes fragments, frowning and looking at the unformable pieces of cloth on the ground.

"Hmph, for a dangerous person like you, I can't let you have any place to hide your weapon, snot, if you want to get back your face, you'd better tell me honestly who ordered you to attack me?" Black shook his head impatiently. Waving the wand.

Snape whispered something, and Black frowned. "Who? Speak up!"

Snape looked up, obsidian eyes bursting with fierce hatred, and he read aloud, "Apparate!"

"Bang!" The professor was thrown against the wall violently by the house nightmare, the corner of his mouth was cut and blood came out from the impact. He coughed and fell to his knees, looking at Black angrily.

Black laughed loudly, and turned to staring at the professor with a gloomy expression, "Severus Snape, do you think that being in my trap, Black, would allow you to escape so easily? To tell you the truth, no matter who sent you I don't care if it's Voldemort or Dumbledore, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me, it's a big deal, I'll deal with you before I deal with them, old Black has a lot of patience!"

Snape stared at Black without blinking, and said suddenly, "Did you plan Voldemort's resurrection?"

Black sneered and didn't answer, just playing with his wand.

The professor carefully looked at Black's expression, and said slowly, "It really is you, so this is your hidden side, Black, I have already said that you are not a good person, since you led me into that werewolf's cave I just think so, you are evil by nature, I don't know why the Sorting Hat went crazy and sorted you into Gryffindor..." The professor couldn't help spitting.

Black looked at Snape in surprise, and asked amusedly, "Evil? Shouldn't I be in Gryffindor? Then where should I be, should I be in Slytherin? Tsk tsk, snot, it turns out that you are the most hypocritical person, As the dean of Slytherin, you actually think that Slytherin is evil!"

Snape froze for a moment, turned his head away, and stopped talking.

Black suddenly found it very interesting, he walked slowly, looked at Snape from time to time, seemed to be thinking about something, after a while, Black walked up to Snape, squatted down, looked at Snape very seriously, Suddenly laughing happily——

"It turned out to be like this, hehe, a soul with an extremely low self-esteem actually behaved so conceited. On the one hand, it worships powerful power, and on the other hand, it yearns for the approval of righteous people, huh? Could it be because of Lily Evans? I remember You were a staunch admirer of Slytherin back on the train...but, Snape, when the Sorting Hat called out Slytherin's name, your eyes were fixed only in the direction of Gryffindor, Although you long to be a Slytherin from the bottom of your heart, because of that beautiful girl with red hair and green eyes, you even want to enter Gryffindor and stay with her, don't you?" Black revealed Snape's scar mercilessly , looking maliciously at the professor's gradually dejected eyes, "Tsk tsk, what a great professor's love, you can even give up your dreams for the one you love, nothing is as important as your lilies..."

"Shut up, what do you know, stupid dog, you don't know how to be blessed when you are blessed," Snape said angrily, "You have a happy family but you don't know how to cherish it, and you betray your family so easily, but the reason is ridiculously naive; You make friends with enthusiasm on the surface but carelessness in private. Pettigret Peter is ridiculed by you no less than me; you have a godson who admires you but uses it deliberately. You actually used him to resurrect the Dark Lord... Black, you are a more hypocritical and despicable person than me, what qualifications do you have to judge me, hum, don't think I don't know why you are targeting me?"

Blake raised his eyebrows, "I'm targeting you because I don't get along with you. I've always disliked greasy and dirty things!"

"Really? But I think: you are jealous of me, Blake. Although you call Slytherin evil, you have long believed that you are a Slytherin in your heart, because your family is prominent, pure-blooded and noble, and there is no one other than Slytherin." think……"

Snape looked into Black's eyes and said word by word, "Potter hates me maybe because of the disharmony in the aura or because of Lily, but you hate me because you, the noble Black, can't be divided. Into Slytherin, and I'm a greasy, dirty thing that's approved by Slytherin... Blake, I don't care that I'm the most unpopular in Slytherin, so I at least dare to talk to Lily Talk; but you pretend to be arrogant and reckless to cater to Gryffindor's preferences. For this reason, you don't even pay attention to your brother. You are just a poor guy with low self-esteem. attention..."

Black propped his chin up and looked at Snape admiringly, and thought to himself, "Well...so that's the case, so this is the reason why the real Sirius and Snape didn't match each other. How come Sirius is more ruthless than Potter, so that's the case, what an awkward character!"

Snape said a lot, but found that he couldn't anger Black as expected, so he simply shut up and just stared at Black fiercely.

But Blake has gained a lot. He stood up slowly, his eyes full of pity, "Well, as you said, I am not a good person, but this world is my way, I can always get what I want, Money, status, reputation and family; and you, Snape, you are a loser, whether in love or career, teaching at Hogwarts with the reputation of a Death Eater is not walking on eggshells? Greasy old Mr. Bat, I'm curious about how you feel when you look at Harry Potter's Lily-like eyes every day?"

Snape proudly said, "What you got is false, and what I have, you never had!"

Black was amused, "I'm Sirius Black, godfather to Harry Potter, the boy who lived Or the Dark Mark, or Mrs Potter's love?"

Snape stared into Black's eyes and said calmly, "What Harry Potter worships is the illusion you constructed, and what you get is false happiness. One day, the lie will burst like a bubble, leaving It's just empty... I can't make Lily fall in love with me in my life, but I have short but real memories of her, whether she likes it or not, in her eyes, I am the real Severus Sney general."

Blake was silent, and Lolita's teary face suddenly flashed in his mind, and the pained emotions that had been deliberately suppressed came out like a tide——

[The following are the memories of Old Blake]

"I want that girl!" Old Black ordered his subordinates.

"Dear Lolita, if you don't like children, we won't have children. Anyway, I have a lot of adopted children." He comforted his anxious lover.

"Blake, she doesn't want a child, so she has been secretly taking birth control pills. She doesn't know that you changed her pills. Now she is pregnant. Are you sure you won't let her know?" the family doctor said worriedly.

"I'll tell her when the time is right..." Black pondered for a while and said slowly.

"Someone sent something to your wife, godfather, I'm afraid you have to be on guard..." The confidant told Black a message.

"Hehe, it's okay, Lolita loves me, and she won't do anything to hurt me!" Old Black was looking at the picture of the crib happily, and said indifferently.

"You...you killed Jeff...I hate you!" Lolita sobbed, her clear green eyes slowly clouded with hatred.

And then there's the gunshot that sent him utterly hell.

[Old Blake's memories stop]

"Yeah, never loved me..." Blake lowered his head, his heart was empty for some reason, he felt a kind of loneliness and bewilderment from the bottom of his heart, just like when Grandpa, Uncle Bill, and Father Edward died one after another Just like the immature Blake back, he was helpless and desperate.

Black suddenly felt depressed, as if everything he was doing in this world was a lame farce, and Snape was the discerning audience who saw through the script.

"Sirius Black, your seemingly lively life is actually extremely lonely, because you play the world and never really give, you speak half-truths, and even deceive yourself, your life is built on nonsense and lies, I don't know You have nothing to be proud of."

Snape stood up slowly, reached out and snatched the wand from Sirius and his confiscated wand lightly, and sneered ironically, "It's easy to defeat you, but I don't bother to argue with you, but you just came Mess with me, you asked for it, stupid dog!"

Black was shocked to find that he couldn't move. He watched Snape take away the two wands, and easily repaired the damaged clothes with one that was restored to original condition. Snape put on the clothes and looked at Black sarcastically.

"You thought those seven letters were money-making bait for you, stupid dog, and each letter was a drug, and I knew Lupine would show you those letters, and that last note in the box was the last drug, The real trap is inspired by my blood..." Snape wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Those seven days of deep sleep allowed the effect of the potion to settle, and then you would slowly recall your worst memory. Inspired by my blood, your body now completely loses autonomy. Whatever I ask you to do Something has to be done." With a wave of his wand, Snape put away the potions that Black had thrown in a mess, picked out the fertility potion, and prepared to pour it into Black.

"You...don't...get...satisfied", Blake, who was already immobile, was unexpectedly tenacious. He seemed to be resisting the huge pressure and slowly turned his head, with a distorted expression showing a hint of determination.

Snape looked at Black with a solemn expression, "His spiritual power can surpass my potion control, this stupid dog is stronger than I expected..." The professor had some ominous premonitions.

"I...will...make...you...regret it!" Black finished these few words with difficulty, and activated the Dark Mark. The black magic branded on the soul is currently Black's most convenient weapon.

Snape suddenly felt a piercing pain in his left arm, and just as he had time to be amazed at the fact that Black could activate the Dark Mark, he felt a dizzying suction, and then fell into the boundless darkness.

In the basement of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Snape and Blake fainted one after another, a black vortex appeared above their bodies, and two long devil vines appeared in the vortex, which were killing the two souls. Pull out the body.

"Even if I go to hell, I will drag you!" The professor had obviously lost consciousness, and the soul of Old Black looked coldly at the soul of Snape who was forcibly pulled out of his body, "The soul I most want to harvest is you, Severus Snape... one pure soul is worth a hundred fallen souls, snot, we all want what we are not worthy of, the difference is that you are willing to protect and die for it, and I like to possess and change it... Heh, since she once praised you for being affectionate and persistent, and for sacrificing everything for what you love, then I will take you to hell and let you fulfill her dream. Rita shed tears, and those tears were not for my old Blake."

[Replay of small scenes in Blake's memory]

... She was reading the book "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" in her hand, sobbing unknowingly.

"Snape is a good man, Blake, he has done a lot for Lily, you can hardly imagine that a person can go to that extent with the depth of affection..."

"You can't even imagine the depth of my love for you, my dear, I will be jealous if you appreciate a virtual character like this..." Blake gently buried his head in Lolita's hair.

Facts once again proved that behind the seemingly jokes were real emotional expressions. Old Blake was actually a petty and vicious guy.