HP Dawn Night

With just a week to go until the second project, Hogwarts students are once again in high spirits.On more than one occasion we have seen opening bets on the winner in the common room.Currently, the highest chip count in Slytherin has reached fifty Galleons.

"how is the situation?"

Blaise made a wry smile: "I added ten Galleons to bet on Fleur Delacour—"

"Hey, don't be so reluctant, buddy," Wallington, who started the campaign, exclaimed unhappily. "Everyone knows. When are you going to do it, Blaise?"

I glanced at Blaise in surprise, the latter's expression hovered between helplessness and dumbfounding.Pansy held up the magazine to cover her face.

"Oh, you know I didn't mean that, Warrington," Blaise replied loudly amid the booing. "After all, she's the only lady, and I'm just trying to show my style, right?"

"Damn demeanor," Wallington said, making a count on the blackboard. "I'll tell you, brother, that you're one of the only people who support Delacour."

Pansy put down the magazine with great interest: "Who is the other one?"

Warrington nodded at me with a chalk tip: "Miss."

Pansy's magazine slid down her robes to the floor, and her mouth opened in a startled O. "You were involved too? You..."

"Shh, this is just an occasional pastime." I shrugged to meet her gaze. "Relax, it's only a few Galleons."

Pansy shook her head, leaned over to pick up the magazine, and remained silent noncommittally.She had an abhorrence of gambling—in part, I understand, because Mr. Parkinson was a somewhat crazy gambler—and Pansy would rather go to hell than take part in any of the games.

"...But someone has already made it, Puse." Warrington laughed unrefinedly, "You can also see how out of his mind Davis is these days."

"Someone caught them sneaking in the rosebushes—cough!" Montague paused meaningfully at a critical point, and then coughed hard.

"Did these guys drink too much mead?" I frowned disapprovingly. "Delacour is beautiful, but—"

"Hey, Zabini, you can try it if you want. Maybe she'll be happy to spend the afternoon with you," Montagne called Blaise, making a flirtatious obscene gesture.The group of senior boys around him made strange and meaningful screams at the same time.

"Thanks," Blaise said, maintaining a calm appearance with good demeanor, "but I still prefer pure dating—with British girls."

"They must be crazy." Pansy turned a page of the magazine irritably.

"Lisa Dupin used to tell her friends about you, Blaise, and that afternoon you spent at the Three Broomsticks. Oh, don't frown, I know you just had a drink together." Montague said jokingly.

"That's right, that's right," Warrington held up a bottle of butterbeer (it seems that they really drank), "Brace, is there any girl in Hogwarts that you dare not get your hands on?"

Pusey replied in place of the client: "Heloise Midgen? That girl has a little scary acne, but I can give her an E otherwise."

"Perhaps there is also the lady sitting not far from you now," Warrington's voice grew louder, "Violet Snape, daughter of the Headmaster and another potions master! Bray Si, maybe you can also get a formula for a love potion from her, which is priceless. Of course, you don't want to use the love potion to confuse her heart, after all—”

"Enough!" I couldn't bear it anymore and threw the book in my hand on the coffee table, stood up and glared at Warrington.The hardcover book and the wooden coffee table slammed loudly, and the common room fell silent.Warrington's laughter stopped abruptly, and the smirks on Montague's and Pussy's faces slowly froze.Countless lines of sight drifted between Warrington and me, and Pansy whispered my name behind me, but I don't want to pay attention to it now.

"Hey, Snape," Warrington said with a playful smile, "it's just a little joke, don't spoil everyone's fun."

"Warrington, keep your mouth shut." I tried my best to control my anger so that I would not draw out my wand and point it at my fellow students. "Otherwise, I don't mind giving you a dose."

Small exclamations escaped involuntarily from the mouths of several junior students.I grabbed the book on the coffee table, and Pansy's eyes glued to my face: "Vio..."

"I'm going to return this book to my dad," I whispered, knowing that my voice sounded off-key, and I knew my hands were shaking.I walked quickly around the couch, automatically avoiding Pansy's and Blaise's eyes.Instinctively, I walked towards the stone gate to escape from this uncomfortable, probing gaze and the awkward silence.

"How did she—" I heard Warrington yelling before the stone door closed.

"You're going too far, Warrington." Blaise interrupted him, displeasure evident in his voice, "Enough is enough."

The stone door closed.

Leaning against the wall, I let out a heavy breath in my chest, and walked quickly towards the potions office, strange rage and inexplicable emotions burning my brain, I need to figure it out before I lose my mind and lose control one thing.

This matter has troubled me for a long time.

"father!"

I burst into the potions office, and Dad and Draco were standing across from each other with a desk between them.Dad's face had undisguised, stormy sullenness, while Draco had an uncharacteristically calm expression.

"Vio!"

"Vio?"

"Draco, can you go out first. Dad, can I ask you a question?" I calmed down a little and tried to speak in a calm tone.

Draco glanced at me with a hesitant look on his face, I forced a smile at him, and asked again: "Just one question, Dad."

Dad didn't answer right away.He seemed to be considering and considering something.After a while, he waved to Draco: "That's it for tonight."

"Godfather—" Draco began reluctantly, but Dad cut him off immediately:

"I let you go back!"

"Vio..."

"Go back, Draco. I have something to say to Dad in private." I gently scratched the palm of his hand, which has become a small gesture of intimacy between us in private.

He hooked my fingers and left.

The door closed almost silently behind me.I was silent for a few seconds.

"If you wanted to come for that kid—"

"Dad, did you ever love Mom?" I interrupted him abruptly.Next, I witnessed the most terrifying sudden change in my life with a mentality of seeing death as home:

Severus Snape - the well-known potions professor at Hogwarts and head of Slytherin - stared at me with a death-like gaze, as if I wasn't His daughter is like an enemy who killed the family.His teeth were chattering (and maybe his knuckles too, maybe he had clenched his fists), and he was wheezing from his nostrils.For the first time, emotions ranging from shock, shame, anger and embarrassment appeared on the usually expressionless pale, sallow face.

It's actually not that exaggerated.

Dad's expression quickly returned to normal after a moment of horror, but he still stared at me: "Is this your problem?"

"No," I said, "I mean, am I the product of a love potion?"

I was answered with a loud bang—a huge glassware shattered on the shelf above my head, and I ducked alertly to one side in time, but was so frightened that I almost sprang up and ran for the door.The poor glass bottle shattered inches from my feet, sending the gooey stuffed stuff on the floor - the culprit being a scorching Bone Crushing Curse.

"That's a really good question!" Dad held the wand in his hand, and this time his expression was truly terrifying, "Get out!"

"I--"

"I said—get out!" he roared, turning pale with rage.

A feeling of regret and unwillingness prevented me from following his instructions.I looked at him bravely: "Why don't you answer my question, father!"

It was so scary, his lips quivered, his face was so pale, his teeth were showing.My father rushed to me from across the room in the blink of an eye, grabbed my arm, and I almost cried out in pain, "Who made you think of this?"

"No one." I stared at him stubbornly, and Warrington's face flashed in my mind. "I should be curious about this question, shouldn't I?—Why don't you marry? Why don't you live together ? And more, from a very young age: Why did I take my mother's last name? Why have I never met my father?"

He pushed me away so hard my back hit the shelf.

"Propulsion to take—"

Shut down your mind... Shut up your mind... Almost instinctively I'm resisting the incantations of my master.

Many fragments flashed before my eyes, and I was forced to recall things that I didn't even remember, such as the vague impression of my grandfather when I was a child, and the first time I rode a toy broom in the garden... But I Hide what I want to hide.

The read memory does not have any memory about the "Love Potion".

"Thank you for teaching me Occlumency." I said with difficulty, with an uncontrollably provocative tone, "but why can't you answer my question?"

"You're just like your smart-ass mother sometimes!" he yelled at me furiously. "Stupid, self-righteous—"

"She's a good mother!" I yelled back just as loudly.

"She's an out-and-out liar!" He finally lost control as I did, screaming, shattering another vial with a flick of his wand, "Get out! Get out! Get out of my office and never come back ! I don't want to see you again!"

Tears welled up in my eyes, even though I didn't want to appear weak at all.I strode over and slammed the door open, almost tripping on a sticky mess. "Coward!" I finally yelled, and ran like crazy down the corridor.

I must be crazy.

When he saw me, the magazine in Pansy's hand slipped to the floor, Blaise's glass almost fell, and Draco jumped up from the sofa: "Vio, Warrington—"

"Shut up!" I raised my sleeve and wiped my eyes, and Pansy also stood up and opened her mouth, "Leave me alone for a while."

There was no one in the bedroom, and a warm flame was dancing in the fireplace.I slumped on the bed with a family photo on the headboard—I cropped a photo of my father and collaged it with another photo of me and my mother.

I raised my hand and slammed the frame down.

"Lie!" I fell on my back on the bed and shouted angrily at the ceiling.

The author has something to say:

This conflict has existed since the beginning...it just hasn't exploded, I think it's time →_→

hhh obviously the professor got poked in the sore spot