HP+ Miss Malfoy has green eyes

The little girl on the bed opened her eyes, Lucius quickly whispered to her, "Is it too noisy?"

Vera stared at his blond hair for a long time, "Who are you?"

"I'm your uncle," he said.

She didn't believe it, "You are my uncle?"

"Yes, I'm your uncle. I'm Uncle Lucius." He looked at her, wanting to reach out to touch her, but finally felt a little dirty in his dusty body, she looked at him, "Your wand Where?"

He used the Flying Charm, so she got his walking stick.

He unscrewed the handle of his serpentine wand and poured out the wand inside to her.

Narcissa finally couldn't stand it anymore, she closed the door and went out from the room.

She took the wand and waved it tentatively, the tip of the wand streaked across the air.

"I'm not sure, but I think it should work," she said.

She carefully drew a small circle with the wand in the air, and a small whirlwind formed at the top of the wand, with a little snowflakes on the whirlwind, "Shall we try it?"

She lowered her head slightly, her green eyes looking up at him like a cat.

Lucius must have promised her, just as he had promised her mother everything.

So the whirlwind on the wand started from his left hand, gradually expanded to the size of an apple and rolled back and forth on his body, taking away all the dust on his body, and finally jumped up lightly when it landed on his shoes, flying out the window.

Lucius couldn't help reaching out and hugging her, "Good boy, really good boy."

She is great.

The girl's green emerald eyes lingered on his blue eyes for a while, and finally stretched out her arms to wrap around his waist, calling him in a low voice, "Uncle?"

With mixed feelings, he finally couldn't help kissing her hair and cheek.

And she asked him, "Did your parents also have blond hair?"

He stroked her hair for a long time, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally said, "Your grandmother is my stepmother. I remember she has the same blond hair as you."

"She has blonde hair? Like your father?"

"Blonde hair like moonlight, just like you and me." He said firmly, "You are a child of our family."

"Uncle, why are you so sure?" Vera moved her body slightly, but her eyes did not leave him.

She looked at him, and he had mixed feelings, and his rose, his dearest rose, had those deep emerald eyes.

This is a kind of green eye that seems to glow when the light is dim, shining like a green eye.

And his rose had asked him the same question when she was her age.

For a moment, he seemed to have traveled through decades. He thought of himself, the 20-year-old self, and he remembered that he said firmly at that time, "Yes, Rose, you are a child of our family, you are my dearest and dearest Rose, you are a rose that blooms in Gryffindor, but still belongs to our family."

He said to the child in front of him, "Yes, I'm sure you are a child of our family." He said repeatedly, and finally said, "What's your name?"

"My mother calls me Vera."

Vera, he said the name silently, and couldn't help but hugged her tightly again.

"How old are you?"

"14 years old." Her emerald green eyes were cute and docile.

The women in their family have complex bloodlines, including mermaids and elves. Although mermaids look ugly, but after mixing with their strange bloodlines, every tear they cry will be pearls and gems.

Mermaids and elves.

These two kinds of non-human creatures were originally so ugly, but the women in their family were always surprisingly beautiful.

When Christina was born, there was a thorny vine on her back. When he was a child, he thought that only roses had thorns, so he called her Rose.

"Who is your father?" he finally asked the question.

"I don't know," she said, "I thought you did."

It's an unsustainable conversation.

"Vera, are you tired?" he asked her in a low voice.

"You seem tired."

"Yeah, I've done a lot of things and I want to take a break."

Vera grabbed his hand, "You can sleep with me for a while."

He felt that the child in his arms was getting smaller and softer, and finally turned into a snow-white cat with two eyes, one blue and the other green.

Oh, he couldn't help lowering his head and rubbing his cheek on the cat's fur.

His rose, his rose was a black cat with emerald eyes, and its fur was darker than the night.

He was lying on the bed, and Vera was very close to him, so close that he could smell the faint fragrance of white roses coming from Vera.

This is Rose's child.

When Rose was very young, she would often slip out of her house in the middle of the night, walk through the garden and the layers of stairs, secretly ran outside his room and knocked on his door, crying to him, "Lu Xiu S, I'm afraid."

It was the kind of childish tone that children often have.

He opened the door, and the little rose was no higher than the doorknob. She was wearing a silk nightgown, her soft blond hair hung on her shoulders, her nightcap often fell out of nowhere, and she wore soft satin slippers on her feet.

Rose was such a delicate child when she was a child, afraid of the dark, afraid of being alone, even more delicate than Draco.

She came to him through the garden, through the always dark drawing room of the house, through the staircase hung with countless pictures of grumpy ancestors.

She was too young at that time.

When he wakes up the next day, he can always find fine grass blades in his bed.

She is so small, but she will still come, she does not want to be alone in such a quiet garden.

She said it was too quiet in the room and she was afraid.

That's how she smelled back then.

Outside her house, her mother magically planted a bush of roses, which are more loyal than Whomping Willows, and only if they recognize their master and form an arch, otherwise no one will be able to enter her room.

Both her mother and father ordered her to live there alone.

However, at that time she lived alone in the yard, and she was the only one in such a dark night.

He was only five years older than her. He always opened the door and asked her to sleep with him. He said, "Rose, don't be afraid, I'm here." Rose hugged his waist, tears on her face It fell on the bed and turned into black pearls, and he had to keep brushing those pearls off the bed, and whoever it was, sleeping on those hard things would be uncomfortable.

Rose curled up sideways in his arms, with the fragrance of white roses on her body, and her tears were pure black, pearls of light.

He didn't find it disgusting to call her his rose, nor did he find it inconsistent with her original name.

She had a rose on her back when she was born, so he always called her Rose, not to mention that his little sister smelled and was as beautiful as a real rose.

But since when did that child stop being afraid of the dark?

The Persian cat in his arms opened his eyes, one eye was as blue as sea water, and the other was as emerald green as lake water.

He lay flat as usual, and she only slept outside the quilt with her soft fur. At first she was not used to sleeping like this with him, but he kept stroking the back of her ears gently—whether you are a It's a real cat, and it's always a pleasure to pet here.

So she finally found a satisfactory place, she curled up in his stomach, like a small piece of warm and fluffy blanket.

He stretched out his hand to gently stroke her neck, and fell asleep after a while.

At dinner time, he had enough sleep, but his body was still a little lazy.

Narcissa had already secretly opened the door to see the two of them, and she had some judgment on the child's ability in her heart.

The child looked like his wife, but always reminded her of her mother.

His husband's most beloved little sister, a rose that was born in Slytherin but insisted on blooming in Gryffindor.

At the very beginning, she couldn't understand at all that he spoiled her too much.

It wasn't until after Draco was born that she finally realized that her husband's love for her sister was strangely in between the love that her brother and father could give.

He almost treats her as his own daughter, even though she is only five years younger than her.

His attitude towards Draco was almost exactly the same as his attitude towards her.

Although this may be inseparable from their unreliable father.

Vera was never a light sleeper.The sound of the door opening seemed too loud to her, not to mention that Lucius was already awake.

She still chose the form of a cat to curl up in his arms, letting him touch the back of her ears and neck.

Her mother liked it too.

Her mother always wanted to be with her.

Lucius still remembers his little sister who always wanted to be with him. He was five years older than her. It wasn't until he was in the fifth grade that his little sister stepped foot in the school gate for the first time.

Before that, his little sister had to stay with him almost every day during the summer vacation.

The tutor will teach her to read and write, etiquette and conversation, and the ancient magic language.They even have to learn games such as magic chess, so as not to be unable to play games when a group of people stay together.

All in all, no matter who they are, they are very busy, they are from noble families, and they want to be the best in everything.

Even during the summer vacation, he always needs to sit at the desk and study.

At that time, pure-blood families in the wizarding world would still ask tutors to come back to teach their children who had a rare summer vacation.

After all, at that time, most of the ancient pure-blood families had not yet started to weaken, and they would not be as poor as Weasley. They still cared about the use and inheritance of magic under the premise of economic affluence. To them, Hogwarts was just a Let their offspring have more places to communicate with other children.

During the day, the two each have their own tutors, and he has to find time to go out to meet his friends. At night, they can finally both rest for a while. As he is older, his schoolwork is a little bit heavier, and he still has to do summer homework.

She was still young at that time, and it ended faster than him.

She came to see him after finishing her day's homework.

At that time, she was the same as this little girl, with soft blond hair and big emerald eyes. When he was reading at the desk, she would sit at his feet and read all kinds of books. Not even his textbooks that didn't match her age.

The house was cold and dark. Although his father was madly infatuated with her mother, that lady was very indifferent to others and was not close enough to her. On the contrary, he was the gentlest among the four. He remembered when he was only a few years old, The lady will hug him very tenderly and ask him what he wants to do.

But when his rose was born, everything changed.

Madam was completely indifferent and fell silent.

The white cat in his arms suddenly said, "What are you thinking?"

He smiled softly, "Where is your brother?"

"Do you know that I have an older brother?" The white cat gradually expanded, and finally became a heavy girl. The girl sat on his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. "Why do you know?"

"Your mother and I were not born to the same mother, your mother also has a brother, they are twins." The girl's face suddenly approached made him a little uncomfortable, "Women in your family will always only have two children, a pair twin."

He gently pulled her hand off his neck and whispered, "That is your fate."

"Is this a curse?" The girl sat aside and asked in a low voice, but she refused to take her eyes off him.

He smiled, "I don't know."

The women in their family only give birth to a child once in a lifetime, and there will only be a pair of twins at a time, a boy and a girl.The mother will not grow old after giving birth to the pair of children. After the pair of children are 14 years old, one of them will die first, and then after a while, the mother will die.

Is this a curse?

Yes.

But he couldn't tell her that.

"When he died, was she sad?" The girl lowered her head and asked him.

No name was mentioned, but he knew what she was talking about.

"Your other uncle died when he was very young." He said, reaching out to stroke her long hair gently, "Your mother and mother don't even remember him."

"My brother's name is Regulus." She looked at him. "Do you know who our father is?"

His heart literally screamed.

"I don't know." He lowered his head, "How would I know?"

He smiled wryly, only Rose knew who the father of her child was.

However, Regulus Black, that black-haired boy who always smiles, is so gentle that he is even a little cowardly.The little brother of the Black Brothers.

Merlin, the boy who was about to have a marriage contract with his Rose, but Rose insisted on rejecting him.

That boy who disappeared somewhere.

"I've never met my father." The girl leaned her head on his shoulder, her blond hair covered half of her face, and listening to his sudden violent heartbeat, she asked seriously, "What do you think he Will you love me?"

I only know that he and his brother Sirius like your mother more than the other, my child.

Her long blond hair slid down to her chest, and she couldn't help wrapping her fingers around a section that was constantly circling around her fingers.

When she said such words in such a lonely way, he couldn't help but think of Rose, 14-year-old Rose, 14-year-old Rose has grown up, and hasn't run into his room for a long time, saying that he was afraid that he would not be able to sleep. slept with him.

But that night, on a rainy summer night when he was rarely able to stay with Rose during the year, 14-year-old Rose knocked on his door, crying uncontrollably outside his door, and black pearls hit the ground ticking. The answering voice was as dense as raindrops in a rainy day. Rose couldn't wait when he woke up from his dream. She opened the door when he was still sitting on the bed, and he subconsciously called her, "Rose?"

She was wet, she obviously ran from her room in the rain, her skin was cold, her pajamas were wet, she opened the door and threw herself on the bed and hugged his neck, she kept crying.

Although it is very hot in summer, the body temperature of roses is abnormally low.

And he finally woke up.

He said, "Rose, Rose, what's the matter with you?" He hugged her, "Rose, Rose?"

He raised his hand to touch Rose's long, wet hair.

But I found that Rose had long hair that was blacker than the night, smooth and cool like silk.

He still remembers subconsciously hugging Rose, "Rose," he said, "what's wrong with you?"

He said, "Rose, remember, no matter what happens, I am here and your brother is here," he bowed his head and kissed her forehead, "I will protect you."

He couldn't help but say, "Whether he loves you or not, I love you. My child, I will always love you."

The girl has a pair of deep emerald eyes, which look like roses, but they don't look like them.

Rose would believe everything he said, but the child's eyes seemed to be darker than Rose's. He had never seen green eyes that were darker than hers, which made her look more worried than Rose. Heavy.

He said, "I'll protect you." He whispered, "Trust me, I'll protect you."

Rose.

Rose.

His poor rose.