gray eye to gray eye

"Honey, take this, it will come in handy in the Muggle world, just walk into any place that says bank, the password is your birthday..."

"No, you can't do this, I can't do it!"

The thin young man hugged the girl in front of him tightly, "Honey, you can do it, you know, I have to do it..."

"no no……"

"Honey, I'm sorry, I'm looking forward to our child so much, but that person who can't even say his name..." The young man whispered a few words in the girl's ear.

"You are a bastard……"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, only in this way can our child avoid the person who can't even say his name... Ever since we were together, I have secretly started preparing, bit by bit unobtrusive It won't take more than two months to replace Galleons with Muggle coins, my dear, you won't be able to cover your belly anymore..." the young man persuaded anxiously.

The girl put her white hands on her belly and couldn't help sobbing, "I love you and our child more than anything else..."

A faint smile rose from the corner of the young man's mouth, "Yes, I know!"

The girl raised her head and brought her red lips to the man's mouth.

The young man only pecked lightly, "Sorry, honey, we don't have much time..."

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More than a month after Hogwarts started, a piece of news was published in an obscure corner of the Daily Prophet.

"...The last heir of the Family family disappeared during the summer vacation of his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and the Family family manor closed automatically..."

Although the Familia family is also an ancient pure-blood family, it has been reduced to the last member of the declining nobles. When the British magic world is shrouded in the darkness of that person, there will be such little nobles every day Disappeared, this news did not attract anyone's attention at all...

Emma Farmilli is a smart girl. Even if she broke the magic wand that she used to rely on for survival and came to the Muggle world alone at the age of 15 when she was unmarried and pregnant, Emma first drew enough pounds in the bank, I bought a lot of chocolates, biscuits, orange juice and other food and drinks at a nearby convenience store. Although I made a joke when I paid because I didn’t know the denomination of the pound, I managed to carry a small shopping bag in the end. Called a taxi with the help of the helpful cashier, arrived at King's Cross station, bought a sleeper ticket to Barrow in 10 minutes...

At this time, Emma's only thought was to escape from London as soon as possible, preferably to the place where the man who cannot even speak his name will never be found.

She had experience of taking the Hogwarts Express, and the Muggle train was no problem for Emma. Carrying the remaining food, Emma followed the crowd out of Barrow Station, and stood at the crossroads looking around in confusion. lock up……

"No, ah, don't..."

Ugly faces, cruel laughter, rough fingers...

Emma woke up again from the dream, reflexively went to touch the wand at her waist, but found nothing when she reached out, and then remembered that the wand that had accompanied her for four years was broken by herself...

"Honey, are you okay?" Mrs. Jimick walked over quickly and asked eagerly.

"It's just a nightmare, I'm fine, thank you for your concern!" Emma replied with a forced smile.

"Oh, poor child, you must forget that, for the sake of the little life in your belly, and for your own sake!" Mrs. Jimick advised gently.

Mrs Jimick is Emma's landlady, an elderly woman who has two sons who were lost in the war, and whose only grandson is now serving in the army. The old lady lives alone in the suburbs of Barrow In a small two-story building, but the old lady has a kind heart. After saving Emma in the alley, she generously let Emma live at home and helped Emma through the most difficult time.

"Well, I will!" Emma gently stroked her stomach. The doctor said that the baby will be born in about half a month... Emma's expression gradually calmed down.

In the early morning of June 1980, 6, Emma woke up in a great pain...

Soon the lights in the room came on, and someone hurriedly ran up the stairs...

"My dear, it's a beautiful little princess!" Mrs. Jimick said happily.

"Really? Oh, she's so soft!" A soft female voice sounded.

"Hehe, dear, I will take good care of her, you can rest assured..." Mrs. Jimick persuaded with a smile.

Emma nodded wearily, and soon fell into a deep sleep...

Sharon? Farmily is Emma's name for this newborn baby. Sharon means a beautiful princess. Emma hopes that her child will be like a princess in the future...

I only had the memory on the third day after I was born. Before that, I was always chaotic. I chewed and sucked something when I put it in my mouth. When I had the urge to urinate, I came out uncontrollably...

"Oh, look, she opened her eyes!"

I heard a familiar female voice exclaim in surprise.

"Yes, I guess the little princess' father must have a pair of beautiful light gray eyes?"

It was an old but loving old woman's voice.

I tried to move my eyes, but I could only see a few blurred shapes. From their conversation and the feeling of this body, I knew that I was now a baby.

I still remember that in the last part of my life, I was tortured to death by stomach cancer, my parents forced a smile on my face, and my creditors forced me to the hospital... Maybe this was the best ending, I closed my eyes tiredly.

Life as a baby is supposed to be extremely monotonous, but never expect a teenage girl who can't take care of herself to make a baby comfortable.

"Oh, dear, you can't do that!" exclaimed Mrs. Jimick, putting down a pile of clothes in her hand, and trotting over.

At this time, I was being held up with one hand by my young mother in this life, because just now I couldn't control my desire to urinate again.

Feeling my body fall into a pair of steady and big hands, I couldn't help but breathe a little sigh of relief.

Now, I can tell the difference between people. I know that the fat woman who is holding me is Mrs. Jimick, and the one who lifted me up from the wet quilt just now is Mama Emma.

"Oh, baby Sharon, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Mrs. Jimick muttered softly, and quickly helped me change into a pair of crotch pants with a slight scent of detergent.

I tilted my head in shame and kicked my legs hard.

"Okay, okay, baby, lie down and play!" Mrs. Jimick felt the movement of the little figure in her arms, and put the baby on the bed with a smile.

"Is she okay?" Emma craned her neck to look over and asked worriedly.

"It's all right now. Little Sharon is the most obedient baby I've ever seen. The little grandson next door is really crying..." Mrs. Jimick said gently.

When Emma heard this, a proud smile appeared on her face...

Although the baby's life is boring, it goes by quickly. Often it is night when he wakes up. After drinking milk and being teased by Emma and Mrs. Jimmick for a while, he falls asleep again, and sleeps again until the next morning.

Although Emma can't take care of babies, she is definitely a good mother who really loves her children.

I don't know if it's because Westerners are better developed. Emma, ​​who was only 16 years old, had bulging breasts, and she still had milk until I was almost one year old.

Emma lives in Mrs. Jimmick's house, and only gives Mrs. Jimmick a small amount of money for food expenses every month, and she can't take out any more. The bank card when she left London was at the scene when she first arrived in Barrow It was lost in an accident. When she was pregnant with Sharon, when she was still young, Emma took over the copying job with the help of Mrs. Jimmy. Emma was only good at gorgeous cursive characters. People copied little love poems in cursive characters, bound them into booklets and sold them to those boys and girls who were pregnant...

After I was able to express myself simply, I began to refuse to drink human milk.

Emma had no choice but to buy milk powder and feed it to me.

"Honey, my little princess, can you drink your mother's milk? Little baby, mother is useless..."

Drop by drop of warm water hit my face.

Copying jobs are not available every month.

Mrs. Jimick is a good person. She let Emma live in her house for free, and occasionally brought back some snacks for Sharon, but it was impossible to support herself and Emma and her mother and daughter with her meager government subsidies.

"Ah, ah..." I tried my best to stand up and slapped my hands on Emma's face, trying to help Emma wipe away the tears, but my heart also felt sour. Since then, I have never rejected Emma's breastfeeding. She continued eating until she was one year and two months old, when Emma's milk ran out.

With an extra mouth to eat, Emma wanders outside from morning to night every day, hoping to find more odd jobs. She is not yet an adult, and no one will take the risk of long-term employment. Only some shops that do activities may temporarily People who do odd jobs and distribute leaflets are needed, and the work of copying can only be done after returning at night.

"Little Sharon, did you behave yourself today? Open and see, what mother brought you..." A cheerful voice sounded outside the yard.

I had no choice but to put down the newspaper that I managed to get but couldn't read because I only knew a few words and walked out.

I also learned English for several years before I was seriously ill and hospitalized in my last life. Now I have been in the UK since I was born. I have been completely accustomed to this language for more than a year. I just don’t want to spit out every word like a real baby, unless I have to He was too lazy to speak.

Opening the fence gate to the yard, I was greeted with a big hug and then two loud kisses on the cheek.

"Little princess, mommy misses you so much!" Emma exclaimed energetically, "Look, creamy bacon sandwich bread is a new product in the bakery. Do you like it, little princess?"

Most of the bread is cut into small pieces, and there are two deformed ones, which should be given to customers in the bakery for free tasting, unused and squeezed...

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