HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

It had been a whole day when she woke up. Although she drank the antidote and the spell was broken, she had lost blood, so her hands and feet were soft when she slept, and when she opened her eyes, there was a room full of people.

She blinked, turned over and lay on the bed, stretched out her hand, "Dad."

She was very childish when she just woke up, neither her limbs nor her vocal cords were fully awake, she said, "Daddy."

She was injured, so she acted like a baby and was very righteous. She is a big baby now.

She handed over her wrist, "Dad, my wrist hurts so much."

The wound on the wrist had healed long ago, and now it was just a long tender pink scar.

Although with her physique, this scar may never heal.

She didn't bring white fresh at that time.

However, she became coquettish as soon as she was injured, and now she is more coquettish than Victoria.

Regulus came over, knelt by her bed and rubbed her head into his arms, "It's just that you're fine," he held her wrist and bowed his head to kiss it, "No matter who hurt you," he said Whispered, "Daddy will never let him go. Daddy will make him pay."

She laughed, "Dad."

Her father loves her daughter the most.

She said, "Kiss me again, and I won't hurt if you kiss me."

He bowed his head obediently and kissed her wound several times.

"Don't be afraid," he said. "Daddy is here. You know Daddy can solve everything."

"Remember that pigeon's blood and diamond bracelet I showed you last time?" she said.

It was a bracelet more than an inch wide set with large stones.

Pigeon's blood red is the best ruby, like shattered flames, not to mention that she has snow-white skin and loves to wear black, no jewelry can better bring out her milk-like flawless skin than it.

However, it was expensive enough to make her mother angry.

It fit right over this scar now.

"I remember it had matching rings and earrings. They'd look great with that backless black dress you bought last time," he whispered. "I'll place an order later."

In fact, it is a complete set from necklaces to bracelets, from earrings to rings.

But his Rebecca didn't like having anything around her neck from a young age.

Even in extremely cold winters, she doesn't even wear a scarf.

She didn't even have a turtleneck.

She always felt as if someone had put his hand around her neck to strangle her.

She doesn't remember, but she still remembers.

She has needed her father's attention since she was a child. An ordinary child needs a mother, but she needs a father.

She wanted him to hug him, but that was probably because she realized that her father was actually very confused at the time.

He was only 23 years old when she was born, young, very young, and became a father without knowing anything. He didn't want to marry or her, but in the end he married his wife for this daughter.

He was taking care of her almost entirely with his obsessive-compulsive sense of responsibility.

He is a very serious person, and he is very serious about everything, whether it is studying or working, even if it is just changing his own child's diaper.

He doesn't even need his wife's help, as soon as she cries he gets out of bed to comfort her, realizes whether she's hungry or sick faster than her mother, and puts her in his wife's arms Or change diapers yourself.If she's just restless, he can walk her back and forth all night to lull her to sleep.

He does everything and does everything to the best of his ability.

He took care of her, he groomed her, he held her and sang songs for hours just to coax her, he took her out for walks every day.

Everyone praised him as a good husband and a good father, although this only made his wife look at her daughter more and more wrongly.

Not only did she need her father, her mother needed it too, and her mother hated anything that would take away her husband's attention.

and so……

Her mother nearly strangled her with her own hands when she was just a few months old.

He has never dared to leave her mother alone with her since then.

He needs to be with her more.

why?

She was crying there, and her mother was crying too, but there was only one of him, and he couldn't let them stay together.

She doesn't understand anything, and her mother is an adult.

So this question is easy, he can't be with his wife, he has to be with his daughter.

She was a child he raised with his own hands, and she hasn't even had breast milk since then.

He didn't dare to let her mother approach her alone again, and her mother didn't want to approach her either.

She is not only his most beloved child, she is also the one who can't leave him the most - other children are more or less loved by their own mother, but she is hated by her own biological mother.

She smells like a baby until now, the same as when she was a child, the same smell as milk, and as she grows older, the milk fragrance gradually has a fruity smell, which is exactly the same as V's fruity smell.

Among his children, she was the only one with that fruity smell.

But now, she smells a little sweeter than V.

She is older than V.

He put his arms around her shoulders, kissed her forehead, and buried his nose in her hair.

She smiled and hugged him, "I love you, Dad."

"Is there anything else you want?" he whispered. "Anything, Rebecca. I remember you once liked a brand of diamond rings."

She shook her head, "That bracelet is very good, even the ring and earrings are fine. You know I always lose things, and the ring is too small. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep it."

"Never mind," he whispered, "we can have something else."

He kissed the back of her hand, "You can have many rings."

He stroked her hair and whispered, "Daddy won't let him go."

She liked it when he touched her hair like this.

She nodded in the palm of his hand, reaching out to hug his shoulder.

After a while, she sat up, "puppy."

Eliot shook his head patiently, "Rebecca!"

She said aggrievedly, "You promised me," she lowered her head, "You promised your big sister, you said as long as I live..."

The next second, the next second, a pure black Labrador ran to her bed, it was stiff and didn't look at her, and she cheered, "puppy!"

Although this Labrador is not a puppy at first glance.He looked like he must have weighed at least forty pounds.

She patted her hospital bed, "Come up, good boy, come up."

The black Labrador looked at her seriously for a while, and her eyes sparkled, "Come on, or do you want to play ball with me?"

It whimpered, jumped onto the bed reluctantly, and was completely embraced by her.

"puppy," she muttered contentedly, but it was terribly stiff.

"puppy," she continued smiling, "you're fine," she whispered, "that's great, puppy, you're fine."

She kissed his forehead, "If something happens to you, I will definitely be very sad."

The black Labrador finally lay obediently in her arms and stopped moving.

She touched his head and back, and pressed her face against his head, and he even subconsciously wagged his tail slightly.

But this warm scene didn't last long, and soon, she whispered, "Shall we play ball?"

The easiest way to play is that she throws the ball and he catches it back.

Elliott came out of her arms, "Rebecca!!!"

He blushed, "Rebecca!!!"

And she simply hugged him whole, "puppy."

She called him in a low voice.

"puppy."

She laughed, "You know I've always wanted a puppy to play with me."

Angrily, he crawled out of her arms and rushed out of the ward without looking back.

And she leaned on the pillow, reaching out to her dad again, "Dad," she called him, and he sat tenderly on the edge of her bed and took her into his arms, "You bullied your brother again," he said, "Do you think this is fun?"

"Of course," she said, lying on his chest, "the world is very dangerous, and women's hearts are very complicated. It's better for me to teach him than others, isn't it, Dad?"

Her vocal cords gradually woke up, and she no longer had the delicate childish tone she had before.

He stroked her long hair without speaking.

"I'm doing something wrong again. Daddy," she said in a childish tone, "are you going to be mad at me?"

When she was in the cave, she was furious. If she didn't keep him asking how to get out, she might really kill that man.

"No," he put his arms around her, "you're not wrong at all."

"What if I did something worse?" she asked him back.

"Then I'll take care of everything," he said. "No matter what you do, Rebecca, Daddy's on your side."

"Mom said you spoiled me. She said I always do whatever I want because you always make me feel like there's always something for me." She said, "Daddy, you really shouldn't be spoiled like that." I."

"But I love you," he said. "Rebecca, you know you are my dearest child."

"What if I did that?" she whispered. "If I killed someone..."

"Daddy will take care of everything," he said. "You don't have to worry."

She smiled lollingly in his arms. "Daddy," she whispered, "you know I love you, don't you?"

He didn't speak, just stroked her hair gently.

"If you love me for everything I do," she said, "then I, too, will love you no matter what you do, Daddy, do you believe me?"

She said, "Daddy, you'll never lose me."

Her father was stiff and unable to speak.

She said softly, "Dad, I will be 17 soon. I am different from Anna, Elliott and Victoria. Even if you divorce your mother, I can choose who I want to follow."

She continued, "Daddy, I will always be your Rebecca, your most beloved daughter. I will always be yours and will never leave you."

She hugged him, "Dad, think of me, think of Victoria, think of Anna and Elliott, we don't care if you are with mom or not, but we can't live without you."

"I don't have to know what you're thinking, I don't have to know what you've done, but I have to know you're still here." She said softly, "Do you understand, Dad?"

"Just like you love me, you love me for everything I do. Then I love you for everything you do, you know, I'll always be by your side, just like you've always been by my side."

She said, "Daddy, you know I love you."

Harry felt as if he had heard these words before and as if he hadn't.

"Daddy," she called him in a low voice, "you have me, I'll always be here, I've got nothing to do."

Her dad said softly, "Yeah."

"You'll always be here," she said, "Daddy, I know you'll always be here."

Her father doesn't speak.

And she let go of her father and said, "Dad, I want to sleep a little longer, can you sing to me?"

Her big gray eyes looked at him without blinking, "You always sing to me."

She put her head on his knee, "Dad, you said you loved me the most, you said you would give me everything I wanted, you said you loved me whatever I did, then Dad, promise me that you will always be here , no matter what I do, you will always be here."

"You know." He put his hand in front of his daughter's eyes and said firmly.

"I know everything," she said, "Daddy, I know you love me the most."

"So," she said, "Papa, stay with me, you must stay with me, because the person you love most now is me."

She held her father's hand and lay An An on his lap, "Dad, you love me, you can't break my heart, can you? You can make someone you don't love sad, but you can't make me Sad, because when I'm sad you're more sad than I am, aren't you, Daddy?"

She closed her eyes in her father's hand, and she said, "I know you won't make me sad, Dad."

Harry saw Regulus closing his eyes patiently.

He took a deep breath, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, and said, "You know I love you the most."

Tears splashed against his daughter's pillow, he said, "You always leave people with no choice, Rebecca."

He said, "Rebecca, you've been acting like a baby, how can you make me feel at ease?"

He said almost in pain, "You know I can leave all your brothers and sisters to your mother, but you have to follow me, I can't leave you to her." He lowered his head and kissed her again, almost tearing down Her face went, "Rebecca, you know what, Dad..."

Dad can't leave you with your mom.

Because your mother wanted to kill you.

"Daddy, if you think I'm a baby," she called him like a kitten in his hand, "why don't you sing to me?"

She took his hand, "Dad, you know I've got you, you know you can't escape, you know that."

She smiled, "You know mom doesn't like me, you know she doesn't like Victoria yet, but you know Elliot loves Victoria, and you know Anna loves Victoria even though she's always jealous. Everyone loves it Hers. But you know I only have you, and you can't take mine."

She moved her father's hand to her lips and kissed lightly, "Dad, you know, I only have you, Dad."

That kiss was as light as a feather.