HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

Vera stood on the edge of the dance floor, smiling and nodding. Slughorn loved her very much, and his love for her was almost equal to that of Harry Potter. He was leading the two of them to introduce others constantly. .

"These are two of my dearest children," he said, pushing them both closer to him, and said, "You can't imagine what they've accomplished in Potions..."

Harry didn't speak, but she smiled, "Because I have the best teacher in the world."

And Slughorn laughed again.

She could hear someone whispering, calling her that person's favorite.

Of course, that person was definitely not Slughorn.

Although Slughorn has been avoiding things related to Death Eaters, he has always been reluctant to part with her, perhaps because the Dark Lord was indeed his favorite student. The student who was first taught by his favorite student is now one of his favorite students.

Harry Potter kept looking into her face, and she pretended not to know.

Until finally, the famous boy who lived in the wizarding world said to her, "It's all very boring," he said, but his eyes were fixed on her face, as if he could see something, "Why do you Will you come here?"

"I don't know," she said, blinking slyly. She was indeed very beautiful, and Harry couldn't help looking at her face, and heard her go on, "Did you see Regulus?"

"No." Harry shook his head. "But it is said that he is also very good at Potions. If I am here, I think he will come."

She smiled sweetly, "I hope so."

When she smiled, the atmosphere relaxed a lot, and Harry asked her, "Would you like a piece of marmalade pie?"

"Thank you. If it's okay, I'd like some drinks." She made her request and thanked him, but held Harry's arm in the next second, "Wait a while."

Her fingers were very slender but very strong, Harry couldn't help but blushed a little, "What's wrong?"

"Shh," she pulled him closer to her, "there's a vampire over there."

The vampire was standing by the table, greedily staring at the ruddy girl next to him.And his companion grumbled and stuffed a piece of pie into his hand.

but……

"How do you know he's a vampire?" Harry asked her. "I think he's just a normal guy."

"There are many things I can't explain to you one by one, my dear Mr. Savior." If Snape said this, it must be mocking, but the deep emerald eyes of the girl in front of him flashed slyly a few times , these words seem playful and clever.

"What do you want to eat? I'll get it," she said, turning around, almost bumping into Slughorn.

"Professor." She smiled and nodded to him, "Your guest is really amazing, someone actually brought a vampire here."

"You and Harry seem to have a good chat," Slughorn said happily, "I knew, you, miss, you have nothing to do with those rumors." He said, but seemed to realize something , "I am very sorry about your brother's affairs."

"What's the matter?" The girl's complexion suddenly turned cold.

"I heard he went to the infirmary again today, so he can't come to today's party," Slughorn suddenly recovered, "I thought you knew, I'm sorry..."

The girl's complexion suddenly turned pale, but after a while she straightened her precarious body, "Yes, it's all right, Professor, I know, I always knew."

But she looked so sad.

Slughorn gave Harry an embarrassed wink, and quickly found an excuse to slip away.

Seeing her pale face, Harry couldn't help asking her, "Are you all right?"

Although he himself knew that his words were very redundant.

She looked across the table, where Slughorn was standing talking to someone else, "Can you get me something to drink?"

Harry nodded without hesitation.

She shook her head, "I don't like pumpkin juice, can you give me a glass of something else?"

"Okay," Harry said softly, "right away."

She forced a smile.

But Harry, who was smiling for no reason, felt distressed.

He couldn't find any water, so he had to find a place to pour the pumpkin juice in the cup in his hand, and cast a spell of clear water like a spring, when he heard someone on the road say, "Another one."

He looked in the direction of speaking, the girl in Slytherin who looked like a poodle.

It was Pansy, the one who was always with Draco until Vera showed up.

She was sneering at him.

Harry felt a little upset, but didn't speak, just walked a little faster.

When he returned to his original position, the girl was looking at his palm. He was a little sad and handed her the cup in his hand. "Do you want to go out for a while?" he asked her.

The girl took a sip of water, held the glass in front of her eyes for a while, and suddenly raised her eyes to look at Harry when she suspected that she was about to cry, "Harry, have you ever stayed with my father?"

She turned her face sideways, her eyes were slightly red.

Harry couldn't help but want to cry, he choked up and said, "Yes."

She laughed and held his hand, her fingers were slender and warm, "What kind of person is he?"

She conveniently put the goblet on the table beside her.

She was a few inches shorter than Harry's, reaching only to his ears, and he could see the tops of her hair in an instant.

She had blonde hair, very light, which made her look like a Malfoy, but she also had green eyes.

She has green eyes like mine.

thought Harry.

She really doesn't look like her father at all.

But she was Sirius' daughter, and there was no doubt that she was his daughter.

"Come with me for a stroll outside, okay?" She tilted her head slightly, showing a sad smile.

Harry didn't even think about it, he just agreed.

The two walked out of the hall, and Harry could hear girls whispering behind them.

But he couldn't hear what they said, she walked beside him step by step, the emeralds in her hair and the silver leaves collided constantly, there was a little crackling sound.

That tiny noise suppressed everything.

She is the daughter of Sirius.

A very beautiful girl who makes people feel soft in their hearts when they see it.

Harry couldn't help thinking how happy Sirius would be if he knew he had such a daughter.

When they came down to the grass, the silver moonlight fell from the sky, not very bright, but just right.

The darkness made Harry feel safe, and he could temporarily hide his cheeks growing hot and his heart beating faster and faster for some reason.

"What kind of man is Harry, my father?" she asked him again, without meeting his eyes.

Harry thought hard, Sirius, he was his godfather.

But if he could, if he could know that he was a father, what kind of man would he be?

"Very nice guy," Harry finally defined. "I love him. He's the best dad I could have ever imagined."

"Has he hugged you, Harry?" The girl still didn't turn her head.

"Yes."

"Mom said he never knew I existed," the girl finally looked up at him and asked cautiously, "Harry, can you hug me? Just like he hugged you?"

When Harry came back to his senses, he had already smelled a slightly bitter lavender fragrance from her body.

She was half a head shorter than him, and his nose was almost touching her forehead.

That was probably the smell of her shampoo.

"Thank you." She said softly, and got out of his arms, "Does he love you very much?"

"He treats me like his own child." He said softly, but her hair rope covered in gems and leaves caught his robe.

He tried to undo it with his hands, but the girl laughed. "We are wizards, Harry."

She used a little spell.

The lavender scent on her body is a bit bitter, but it smells good.

He didn't know where the impulse came from, he took a deep breath, "Wait for me a while."

"Okay." The girl nodded.

She trusts herself completely.

Harry couldn't help but take a deep breath at the thought, she was Sirius' daughter.

If Sirius knew he had a daughter.

If only Sirius could know of her existence.

How much he should love her.

He ran quickly, ran through the long corridors of Hogwarts, ran to speak the password, rushed past the surprised Ron and others, dug out the Marauder's Map from his things, and ignored the stunned Everyone quickly ran back to the grass.

Sure enough, she was still there, she had already untied her hair tie, and her shoulder-length blond hair was loose, shining slightly in the night.

He was panting too much.Before approaching her, she heard the voice and turned to look at him.

The night is very dark, but you can still see that her forehead is a smooth curve from the tip of her nose, her chin is small and delicate, and it shrinks suddenly near the neck, hiding herself in the blond hair.

She has a very beautiful profile, and many people say she is beautiful, that her beauty comes from her mother's side, but Harry can guarantee that she is more beautiful than her mother.

"Are you okay?" She looked at him, "Why are you running in such a hurry?"

She patted him on the back, "What's wrong with you?"

Trembling, he spread out the map and tapped the parchment with his wand, "I solemnly swear that I will do no good!"

He hadn't recovered from his panting, and he almost suffocated himself after saying this, while the girl listened seriously.

He finally calmed down and told her, "Look, you're here with me."

On it are their names, Vera Malfoy and Harry Potter.

Wait, there are two people in the corridor not far from them, Christie Malfoy and Regulus Black.

The two of them stood in the corridor without moving. They were probably talking about something. At the same time, there were still many people moving in the ballroom. Because of the large number of people, their names were stacked on top of each other.

However, the most surprising thing is that next to Christie Malfoy's name, there is a pattern consisting of two golden hearts and a red arrow.

Vera saw it, but she didn't speak. Instead, Harry felt a little embarrassed. He said, "The prank is over." The map put itself away.

He said, "This is one that our father used to make, one." He suddenly couldn't define this map, "Magic gadgets, they are very good friends, and they jointly made something, do you want to try it? Give it a try?"

She took the map and didn't speak directly, but took the wand and tentatively clicked on the map.

She looked at the picture and suddenly laughed, "Can they feel our presence?"

"I don't think so," Harry said hesitantly, "this map can show where we are..."

"So they're alive in this picture, right?"

"No," said Harry a little puzzled, "I don't know...maybe?"

"Have they spoken to you?"

"No, not really," said Harry, suddenly remembering Snape, "but they talked to Snape in another way." If calling him an idiot and an ugly one wasn't insulting.

"Then why didn't they respond to us? Since it's our father..." She looked at him with big bright eyes.

Harry didn't know how to answer.

"Vera." A very soft and gentle voice said.

"Reculus!"

Vera jumped happily, rushed to Regulus, put her arms around him, "Regulus! Are you okay? They said you were sick again, and we weren't even in class together, I was worried about you ..."

"I'm fine." Although Regulus was thin and pale, he was still much taller than his sister.

His mother was standing next to him, she was so young Harry thought he would believe her if she said she was his child's sister.

"Good evening, Malfoy...Professor." Harry still felt that the name Malfoy was not easy to pronounce.

"What are you looking at?"

It seems that this is the secret of the foursome, and she does not know it.

Harry handed over the map in his hand, "Professor Malfoy...it's a map our father made back then."

She took the map, and when Harry was about to tell her the code words needed for using the map, some messy lines ran quickly across the map, and the characters on it trembled slightly, as if someone was writing emotionally .

However, some writing soon appeared on it, "Padfoot pays tribute to Miss Malfoy - prongs."

Harry couldn't help laughing as he read the words, "The prongs are my dad. He's speaking for your dad."

"Moonface salutes Miss Malfoy and wishes Padfoot would stop relying on prongs to speak for him."

"This is your father's and my father's best friend," he explained to Vera and Regulus.

"Wormtail greets Miss Malfoy, and wishes Padfoot would speak at once."

"This..." Harry sincerely hoped that he would never have to see the name Wormtail, "This is, the name of the man who betrayed them." But he was cut off immediately, when he was saying, "This is not It's important..." when.

That person finally showed up.

"Hello, Miss Malfoy - Padfoot."

Harry smiled. "This is your father."

He thought he understood.

This map...

"I think if Harry's mother had opened this map before she changed her surname, they would have laughed at the prongs in this map as well." Regulus said, "They all know he likes she."

Harry thought he was right, but his sister apparently didn't care much about it.

She hugged him, "I miss you very much. We are obviously in the same school, but we hardly see each other. How are you recently?"

"I'm fine," he said very lightly, "I know you want to see me, so I sneaked out and will go back later. Vera, don't hug me so hard, I'm a little I can't breathe."

She nodded.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I was going to wait until you were gone," he said, "but I feel like I'm getting out of breath and I should go back."

"You can come out earlier," his sister held his hand, "your hands are too cold, why don't you use some magic to warm yourself?"

"I don't feel cold. Vera." He sighed. "Now, Vera, listen to me."

Vera raised her head halfway, looking at him eagerly, "Vera, stop."

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Vera said, shaking her head.

"You understand, Vera, stop." Regulus said, pressing her shoulders, and kissed her on the cheek, "Vera, you promised me, you know how to measure, right? ?”

"Yes." She nodded, then turned her head to the side, no longer looking at him, "I will treat him like my brother, I will never hurt him, and if someone wants to hurt him, I will not stand idly by , I'll help him. I remember."

"Very well," Regulus said, "and..."

"Regulus," said the girl, "Regulus, they all look the same to me, everyone is the same."

"It will be different," her brother said very gently, "Vera, you will find that everyone is different from everyone else."

"The only difference is you. You are irreplaceable."

"Everyone is different, and everyone is irreplaceable." He said, and then he suddenly coughed violently, "Vera, I should go back."

"Go back."

Vera turned her back and looked away from him.

But Harry saw her crying.

Her tears fell one by one.

"Mom, I'm going back first." He said to his mother.The latter sighed, stretched out his arms to hug him, and kissed him on the face, "Good night, child."

The latter nodded.

Regulus walked away slowly but firmly with a pace as slow as his own tone.

"Vera," her mother called her softly.

"I hate you," said Vera, "I hate you, Mother."

"Vera, no one can stay with you forever, everyone will die." Her mother whispered.

But Vera ran away.

Harry saw Christie sigh, but stood still.

"Is it okay? Let her run away like this?" He couldn't help asking.

She was still holding the map, and when Harry looked at it, there were already a lot of writing on the map, and when he glanced over, he only saw a few lines of scribbled writing, "The prongs seriously suggested to Miss Malfoy and Padfoot..."

The rest of the writing was blocked by her fingers.

"Padfoot would be very happy to be able to..."

"Moonface thinks that cats and dogs can always get along well..."

The woman handed back the map in her hand, "Harry, this is yours."

Harry took the map, why, this is the only trace left by her child's father, this is a very magical map, they have never said so much except to Snape, let alone her There are also two golden hearts next to his name.

does she love him

"She can't listen to me." The dark-haired woman shook her head, "Harry, you..."

She seemed to say something, but Harry looked at Vera's back, she was running towards the Forbidden Forest, it was too dangerous there, he thought, and couldn't help but chase after her.

He seemed to hear a sigh as he passed Christina.

She was running so fast that Harry tried to tell him to stop, but he stopped because the girl stopped, she was sitting on the grass, and he walked over, panting, seeing her on either side of her. His shoulders kept shaking, and he called her, "Vera?"

The girl didn't look up, she just hugged her knees and sobbed continuously.

He approached her cautiously and called her in a low voice, "Vera."

He sat next to her.

"Vera," he said, calming his screaming lungs, "Vera, I love your father very much."

"I don't remember my parents, but I remember him." He imitated her and hugged his knees, "Vera, he loves me very much, my father is his best friend, and he is mine. Godfather, for me, he would risk his life to hide in a cave and eat rats to live on," he couldn't help sobbing, "Vera, I miss him very much, sometimes I even wonder why he can't become a ghost Stay by my side, I want to be with him, no one treats me better than him..."

"But, Vera, everyone is mortal..."

"Harry," Vera finally choked up, "Harry...my brother, my brother, did my mother go with him? He's alone...he's not in good health..."

Her fingers gently clasped his wrist.

Her fingers were very delicate, and when they passed over his wrist, it didn't feel like touching, but rather like a little warm water overflowing.

Harry suddenly remembered that he had chased the other party so far, and Regulus' back had long since disappeared into layers of darkness.