[HP] Years Whisk

October 1980.Malfoy Manor.

Narcissa lulled little Draco to sleep, and walked softly out of his bedroom.She told the house-elf to prepare dinner, and sat down at the long table in the dining room to wait for Lucius' return.

The door opened, and Lucius walked into the house wearing a long magic robe and a very formal cape.

Narcissa greeted her.She first exchanged a kiss with Lucius to welcome him home, then took the cloak from Lucius and gave it to the house-elf.

"The trial at the Ministry of Magic went well today." Narcissa untied Lucius' tie, brushed his long hair to one side, and tied it with a forest green hair tie to prevent them from being tangled due to friction .Lucius let her move obediently, and even lowered his head slightly to cooperate with her.

"Don't worry, Sissy," Lucius replied, "As we expected, there was no problem at all." He secretly concealed the fact that Bellatrix was sentenced to life in Azkaban in court. The news of the sentence of imprisonment, looked at Narcissa as if nothing happened. "Is Draco doing well today?"

"He fell asleep." Narcissa said softly. "Our little dragon recently knew we were calling him. When I called him, he would roll over and look at me with big blue eyes and smile at me. When I look at our little dragon, it really feels like my heart is shaking." It's melting."

"Really?" Lucius imagined the scene in Narcissa's mouth, and he said with some regret: "It's a pity that I have been dealing with the Ministry of Magic recently and missed these changes in Draco. When these things are done, I will But take a good leave of absence, take all the family affairs back home to do, and spend the rest of the time with you and Draco."

"He should wake up at night, and you and I will go and see him then." Narcissa handed Lucius' tie to another house-elf who was waiting aside, and then rolled her eyes at him.

"Okay, call me when the time comes." Lucius leaned down again, kissed Narcissa lightly on the lips, and walked into the living room with her.

On the long dining table in the living room, the house-elf had already prepared supper.As usual, Lucius did not sit at the end of the long table representing the Patriarch, but sat in the middle of the long table, so that Narcissa could sit beside him.

While cutting the steak on the plate, he said to Narcissa beside him: "Sissy, about your cousin Sirius. I'm afraid we need to lock him up in Black's old house for a while longer."

"Why?" Narcissa put down the knife and fork in her hand, and looked at Lucius, "Shouldn't the real traitor be Peter Pettigrew? Sirius Black didn't betray the Potters."

"Sissy," Lucius held her hand, "I believe you, but it doesn't mean everyone believes your words. Now, no one knows Peter's whereabouts. The Order of the Phoenix knows the secret spell Many people believe that Sirius Black betrayed the Potters, which led to their deaths. Even Dumbledore, and another good friend of the Potters, Remus Lupine, firmly believed that The traitor is your cousin. So with no other evidence, we let Sirius out, and he will be torn to pieces by those angry people."

"So, how long do we have to wait?" Narcissa asked a little anxiously.

"At least a year," Lucius said decisively. "Even longer. We'd better find Peter Pettigrew first, and then wait for the anger in people's hearts to fade over time before defending him."

Narcissa picked up the knife and fork again, and she chewed the steak in her mouth without appetite.Then, she suddenly thought, "Luke, have you seen Severus lately? How is he?"

Lucius shook his head slightly, he didn't want to mention Severus' ashamed look to Narcissa.

In fact, Lucius hadn't seen Severus since the Potters died.That person sealed himself in the house in Spider's End Lane, and didn't step out of the house for more than a month.He didn't even attend the funeral of that bitch, Lily Potter.

However, when Lucius deliberately passed by the Spider's End a few times, he could smell the strong smell of potions every time, some were powerful water of life and death, some were dreamless potions, and more were complicated and indistinguishable. It does not belong to the taste of potions made from conventional potion formulas.

Sometimes, from Severus's house in Spinner's End, there would be the sound of huge cauldrons exploding, and the sounds of potions reacting.If Lucius hadn't used a spell to make sure the people inside were still alive, he'd have wanted to break open the door and see what Severus Snape was up to.

However, these are not suitable to talk to Narcissa, he doesn't want to make her worry for nothing.So, Lucius made up a lie: "He, well. That's all. After all, Lily Potter is dead, and the living will always come out."

Although Narcissa didn't quite believe it, she suppressed her doubts when she saw the concern and worry in Lucius' eyes looking at her.

November 1980, Spider's End.

Severus slammed the failed, flocculent drug test tube in his hand to the ground.Angrily, he overturned the cauldron in front of him, and threw the precious potions books on his side into the corner of the room like a pile of waste paper.

Failed, failed again.Could it be that there is really no legendary potion of resurrection in this world?

In the past few months, he has tried all the formulas in the potion secrets, even ignoring the advice in those books, using himself as the experimental subject of those potions, but in the end he still couldn't find a way for Lily to save the world again. Potions.

Because the boundary between life and death is absolute.

That is Merlin's domain, any existence as a 'human' cannot interfere.

Potions are at best a tool to slow death.It can't even prevent the ultimate death of a person, let alone bring a dead person back from the other world.

Severus buried his head deep in the palms of his hands in despair.

In just a few months, he has become emaciated, with a sickly sallow complexion.

I have to say that his overall condition is really terrible, his hair is greasy as if he just got it out of a frying pan, his clothes are also dirty, and he hasn't been changed in a long time.Potion test tubes and failed potion bottles were piled up at his feet.In the corner, precious potions books were piled up there like worthless Chinese cabbage, and next to them were some black bread that was so hard that even mice didn't bother to chew on it.The sleeves of his arms were rolled up to his shoulders, and the inside of his forearm was still bloody, densely packed with needle holes—there were traces of his testing and detoxification—he didn’t even have the time and mood to bandage those wounds.Not far from the crucible that fell to the ground was a large pot of powerful water of death—a tool he used to force himself to sleep for a few hours every day in fear of his sudden death.

After a while, Severus Snape raised his head again.

He remembered what Dumbledore had said to him the day he confronted him.

Dumbledore said that Lily was dead, beyond saving.However, she also left behind a child.

Although, that child belonged to Potter, he was also Lily's child after all, wasn't he?

Dumbledore told him that the child had the same emerald green eyes as Lily, that he was the continuation of her blood and the proof that she had lived in this world.

However, Dumbledore also said that the devil is still not dead.In fact, he created Horcruxes.Therefore, that Lily's child is still in danger of life at any time.

Until the child went to Hogwarts, he would be protected at the house of Lily's sister in the Muggle world, and the blood magic on him would be the most powerful talisman.However, after arriving at Hogwarts, it was different.The blood protection magic on his body will gradually lose its effect, and eventually there will be no protective effect.

Before Severus left in a daze, Dumbledore gave him a letter of appointment as a professor of Potions at Hogwarts, and told him that he could teach at Hogwarts at any time, and he could protect the Lily who stayed at any time. down kids.

Severus looked at the mess of the place.Turning around, he found the parchment letter of appointment among a pile of discarded draft paper calculations.He stared at the letter of appointment in his hand for a long time, and then saw that there was no pen in hand, so he bit his index finger and signed his name.

With a burst of magical light and shock, the appointment letter took effect.

Lily, although I can't save you.

But, maybe, I can use this humble life to protect your child.

Does this count as a kind of atonement for you?

Half a year later, in April 1981.

Malfoy Manor, Draco's room.

"You, you are going to spoil him." Narcissa looked at Lucius softly coaxing Draco softly.He let Draco ride high on his neck.Even Draco grabbed a few of his most beloved platinum long hair and chewed them in his mouth, Lucius didn't get angry at all.

"Did anyone see it?" Lucius raised an eyebrow.

"Draco will know. If you spoil him so much, it will be difficult to establish a strict father image in the future." Narcissa joked.

"He's still so young." Lucius took Draco off his neck and kissed his forehead lovingly, "When he grows up, he probably won't remember."

"I think, even if this child grows up, you are reluctant to teach him a lesson." Narcissa smiled slightly when she thought of Lucius' unknowing concession and pampering to this child in the previous life.

"No, Sissy." Lucius looked at the little Tuanzi in his arms, who had the same short platinum blonde hair as him, with soft eyebrows and eyes. "He's a Malfoy after all. I think when he's a bit older I'll be tough."

"I don't believe it." Narcissa smiled coquettishly, "Just wait and see who is right after us."

Lucius shook his head incredulously.In his arms, little Draco playfully tried to climb onto his shoulders.Lucius hastily put down the snake-headed staff in his hand, and carefully protected Draco with both hands, preventing him from falling off his shoulders.

Draco saw that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't climb above Lucius' neck again.He pursed his lips, as if he was about to cry.As if sensing his sadness, Lucius hugged him to the back of his neck again and rode him on his neck.

Draco lay on Lucius' head, grabbed two strands of Lucius's hair with both hands, as if riding a horse, and let out a happy giggle.