HP Dawn Night

After a brief bout of dizziness, I found myself standing on the Hogwarts Express.If I'm not wrong, Dad should be around here...

"Don't call him that!" A clear female voice sounded from behind me, and I hurriedly turned around, just in time to see a red-haired girl slamming the door out angrily, "Let's find another compartment, Severus. "

My heart stopped: the young dad appeared in front of me.Dressed in ill-fitting Muggle attire, thin and small, with a sallow face, I was somewhat surprised that his hair wasn't as greasy as it later was.

"You're definitely going to be in Slytherin," he said as he caught up, and the red-haired girl turned in my direction—

I gasped: she had green almond eyes.There was no way I could have mistaken them for Potter's eyes.My heart was beating wildly, and without hesitation, I took a few steps to the door of the box they had just left and looked inside.There was no doubt that the boy with the messy hair was James Potter.

Is this the beginning of their entanglement?I don't know what happened in the box just now, but I need a moment to accept the news that - er - Dad once met Potter's mother Lily.No... just acquaintance?

Before I had time to figure it out, Lily had already opened another door: "Hello, are there any extra seats here?"

"There are two," answered a very familiar voice, and my heart leaped for joy, and I trotted down the corridor like a ghost through the box door, gazing at the girl who had just spoken.Young Aunt Narcissa is scrutinizing my dad's attire, "Freshman?"

"Um……"

"Half-race?" Aunt Narcissa asked immediately.

Dad looked out the window.

"Maybe we'll be classmates." I looked at the girl sitting next to Aunt Narcissa, whose mother was biting a sugar quill, and who was staring at Dad's Muggle clothes with interest, "My name is Marge Lit, I'm definitely going to be in Slytherin, if not I'll be getting Howlers for ten days."

The scene suddenly disappeared.

I am in the auditorium.

Lily walked tremblingly towards the Sorting Hat, and within a second of it touching her hair, she screamed, "Gryffindor!" I clearly heard Dad let out a slight sigh.Lily took off her hat and handed it back to Professor McGonagall, then hurriedly ran to the long table in Gryffindor, but at the same time she looked back at her father with a small wry smile on her face.

The sorting was still going on, and James was sorted into the Gryffindor table without any suspense.He ran happily to Lily, and there happened to be an empty seat next to her.

"I think we need to get to know each other again." James said excitedly, and the suspected Black man behind Lily grinned at him, "I'm James, James Potter."

Lily must have recognized him as the man on the train, for she immediately turned angrily away to chat with Lupine across the way.

Finally, I waited until my father came to the stage, but I didn't follow.After only two or three seconds, the Sorting Hat shouted, "Slytherin!"

He cast a bitter glance at Lily, then walked silently towards the Slytherin table.I noticed that he had switched from his Muggle clothes to robes, which caused the Slytherins to give him as much applause as anyone else, wearing the prefect badge, and Uncle Lucius stood up and applauded enthusiastically. Pat him on the shoulder.

My mum, who was the last to be sorted that year, hopped up to the Slytherins and got a warm welcome, Aunt Narcissa and another one I didn't know, and Bellatrix Girls with similar looks waved to her from a distance, and sitting next to her mother happened to be a gloomy father.At this time, his expression was very similar to that of ten years later.

"Why did your friend go to Gryffindor?" asked Mum. "Isn't she from a wizarding family?"

"It's none of your business," replied Papa harshly, as he sliced ​​the bread so hard that he scattered crumbs all over Mama.

"You'll find out when you ask me for help in Potions." Mom didn't seem offended, but she jumped up and sat down with Aunt Narcissa.

The scene changed again...

Lily and my dad were walking down the corridor, apparently arguing.I hurried to catch up and listen. They have grown a lot taller, and it must have been a few years since they left the branch.

"...You said you thought we were supposed to be friends?" Dad said, "'Should be friends'!"

"We are friends now, Severus. But I hate the group of people you hang out with... What are you doing together?" Lily raised her eyebrows. Stop, I know what he's looking for, and you certainly know it too. As for Avery, what he did to those poor Hufflepuff students is far beyond the category of 'prank'?"

"It's nothing, it's just a joke," Dad said evasively, "It's just a bit of a joke, that's all..."

"A joke? That's not funny, Sev." Lily leaned on the pillar and stared at the thin, sallow face. "If you think black magic is fun—"

"Then what's the matter with Potter and his group of friends!"

"What's the matter with Potter?" Lily asked.

"They sneak out at night, that Lupine is weird, he disappears every now and then—"

"He's sick." Lily seemed unwilling to dwell on this topic, "They said he was sick..."

"Such a regular illness?" Dad asked back.

"Why are you always interested in their affairs? Why do you have to worry about what they do at night?" Lily's voice cooled down, "Okay, Severus, don't bring up your theory again, okay ?”

"I just want you to know they're not as good as everyone says they are!"

He stared straight at Lily, making her blush.

"At least they didn't use dark magic." She lowered her voice. "How could you do that? I heard about that night, Potter saved your life, you shouldn't be so ungrateful. If it wasn't for him, you would have been The Whomping Willow is dead!"

Dad's face contorted as he muttered, "Save me, save me, you think he's a hero, don't you? He's saving him and his friends! You won't—I won't let you—"

"Don't let me? Why don't you let me do it?"

Lily's bright green eyes narrowed, and Dad backed away from her gaze.

"I didn't mean that... I just didn't want you to be played--he likes you, James Potter likes you!" Dad said indiscriminately, "and he also...everyone thinks... The great hero of the Earth—" His pain and hatred made him incoherent, and Lily's eyebrows became higher and higher.

"I know James Potter is a megalomaniac," she interrupted her father, "but Mulciber and Avery are not the same, their wicked jokes . . . "

I don't believe Dad heard what she said afterwards, anyway, he had a look of relief on his face when she admitted that James was a megalomaniac.

The scene disappeared again.

"Ah - genius idea, Severus, who told you to add peppermint to the euphoria?" Professor Slughorn praised, standing in front of Dad's cauldron.

Dad stares down at his cauldron, if I remember correctly they're in sixth grade by now: "I figured it out myself."

"Talent! Talent! Children, look, this is called talent!" Slughorn said with a smile, "You and Lily have the same idea, she added a small sprig of sunflower!"

Dad's head dropped even deeper when he mentioned Lily's name.I looked around and saw that Lily was fiddling with the remaining potion ingredients on her table, and behind her, James was staring at Dad.

What happened during these years?

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, my father immediately picked up his things and rushed out, and my mother jumped up and followed him.I hesitate to follow, but the scene doesn't disappear - which means Dad is still not far away - and the conversation between Lily and James grabs my attention.

"You and Snape really broke up?" James asked sourly.

"Go away, Potter!" Lily swung the bag over her shoulder.

"Then you might need a new friend," James went on, more and more frustrated. "One that's cooler, funnier, more just, more humorous—"

"Talk more," Lupine interjected.

"Friend of —. Delete the 'talk more' and replace it with 'talk better.'" James glared at him.

"He just wanted to ask if you would like to go to Hogsmeade with him next month, Evans." Black said with a smile.

"Oh, please, Evans, give me a positive answer, please," James wailed. "Tomorrow is the Quidditch match - as a pep talk?"

Lily ignored him, she cleaned the cauldron quickly, and I saw a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Well, Potter's parents seem to be doing well, I'm going to pay attention to my parents.

I hurried out of the Potions classroom to find Mom and Dad, but within a few steps, Mom ran out of an empty classroom with tears on her face and plunged into a nearby bathroom.I hesitated for a moment, and stood at the door and looked inside. Dad was sitting on a table, staring blankly at the ground in front of him.

The scene changes.

It seems like a summer night.Dad hid behind the pillar and looked up at the direction of the Astronomy Tower. After watching for a while, I realized that there were two figures sitting side by side.

After a short time, they cuddle up and start kissing.

I looked away and saw that there was an expression of anger and regret on Dad's face.

This memory has disappeared.

What follows is a fleeting flash of memory - most of it has to do with Death Eaters.I realized that Dad's first few years as a Death Eater didn't start off well, and the Dark Lord only seemed to see what he was capable of in Potions.

Then it suddenly freezes.

"How did you find this place?" Dad opened the door, and Mom stood outside the door nervously.

I suddenly guessed what this memory was about.They rambled a few words, and then I saw my mother's hand flicking over the glass, no doubt that the love potion had been mixed in.

I didn't want to read the next thing, so I walked to the door to see what Spider's End alley looks like now.But before I could pass through the door, the memory began to change again.

Dad stumbled across the street to the bombed-out house.

James Potter was lying in the hall, no wand in hand.I watched as my father ran and fell to the second floor. Lily, his beloved woman, fell to the ground like her husband and lost her life.Harry Potter was sitting in the cradle crying, and I went over to look at him. He seemed to have realized that his mother couldn't laugh and jump up to comfort him, and his father couldn't suddenly jump out and make faces for him.

Dad hugged Lily's body and cried bitterly.

When the scene settled down again, I was in the principal's office.

"He doesn't need protection..." said Dad. "The Dark Lord is dead and he won't be coming back."

Dumbledore denied: "The Dark Lord will return, and Harry Potter will be very dangerous then."

It took a long time for Dad to recover, and he sighed deeply: "Okay, okay. But never... never tell anyone, Dumbledore! It's a secret between us! I can't stand it... Especially Potter's son...you swear!"

"You want me to swear, Severus, never to tell him your truest side?" Dumbledore sighed, looking at his father's agitated and pained face, "If you insist..."

The sight of the office disappears and reassembles immediately.

"Can I kill you, or give you a moment to conceive an epitaph?"

Dumbledore's charred hand rested on the table: "You know, Severus, Voldemort has entrusted this task to your daughter—"

Dad shook his head: "You told me before that killing would degrade a person's flexibility."

"That's assuming he or she already intends to give his or her life to the devil," said Dumbledore. "You see, we've all discovered that the child has inherited from nowhere a little... adventurousness— "

Dad snorted coldly.

"If she doesn't, Voldemort won't make it easy for you," said Dumbledore, "and... I don't intend to leave everything to you."

"Oh?" Dad asked sarcastically.

"You are no longer the same as you who negotiated with me ten years ago, Severus." Dumbledore sighed and drank the remaining potion, "You also have something to consider..."

Time moves forward at high speed, but the scene is still the office.

"I didn't know you were planning to sacrifice yourself, Severus," said the portrait of Dumbledore on the wall. "You don't have to die."

"I don't want to take risks this time, I need a surefire plan." Dad said simply.

"Strange. You would show affection for a child born against your will," sneers another portrait.

"Shut up, Blake, we all know the power of blood." Dad sneered, "Why don't you go to Grimmauld Place and see if the last generation of the Blake family will come back from the dead?"

"You're as sharp as ever, Severus."

"This is the last time, Dumbledore." Dad put the memory in the box and threw the fake sword on the ground.

"Are you sure you want to leave a memory? That's not a good thing."

"I hope she doesn't hate me for it. But—" Dad looked at Dumbledore's portrait, "I'm not like you, Dumbledore, I want to die clean and innocent."

I opened my eyes, and the box containing the sword was placed aside, as if my father had just taken the sword out of it.

It's not a complete memory, but it solves a puzzle that has puzzled me for years.