[Zhongyingmei] My dad is Voldy

"Long time no see, Severus." Irene in the painting smiled slightly.

Severus' expression went blank for a moment, and he nodded expressionlessly, "Irene."

"Anita is fine, thank you." Irene said, "I know you probably don't need my gratitude, but as Anita's mother, all I can say now is thank you."

"No. Anita is also my daughter." Severus said flatly.

I don't know if it's Anita's illusion, but the atmosphere between Severus and Irene seems a bit strange.

Anita was curious, and Severus turned to her and said, "Anita, can you step aside for a moment? I have something I want to talk to your mother about."

Anita glanced at Severus and Irene with some concern, but obediently went back to the room.Although she was as curious as a cat scratching in her heart, she was not sure that she could eavesdrop under Dad's nose without being discovered. Unfortunately, she didn't have such a magical tool as the retractable ears invented by George and Fred.

By the end Anita had no idea what Severus and Irene were talking about.Irene's portrait was finally hung in her room according to her opinion, and Anita would go to chat with Irene from time to time.Having a mother is a new experience for Anita. Anita is slightly uncomfortable, but overall it feels good.Although the portrait only simulated Irene's thoughts and emotions, it was somewhat of a comfort to Anita.And those things that she can't tell her father, the little girl's thoughts, she can tell her mother.

Draco's photo box pendant was finished very quickly. It was a beautiful oval shape. The front of the silver pendant was engraved with the emblem of Slytherin House. When the photo box was opened, a small blank picture frame was inlaid on one side, and the other One side is engraved with a sentence: "Beingwithyouislikewalkingonaveryclearm. (Beingwithyouislikewalkingonaveryclearm.)(Note 1)"

Looks like a poem?Anita raised her eyebrows. She didn't expect Draco to be a very literary boy, but it's a pity that she has always had a hard time understanding things like imagery and metaphors in poetry.

So Draco meant to go for an early walk with her?Or are you insinuating that she likes to stay in bed?Maybe the engraving on the jewelry is just for decoration?

Anita scratched her head in bewilderment, can't she speak properly?

Irene, who came to try out the new photo frame, looked at the sentence meaningfully and asked Anita, "You said Draco did it for you?"

"Yes." Anita nodded.

"Can you tell me about the story between you and Draco?"

Anita had no doubts about him, and happily talked to Irene about her growing up with Draco's childhood sweetheart.

Draco sounds like a fine kid, not as spoiled as in the book, Erin thought, but according to the book he'll grow up to be bald.The so-called "mother is bald, father is bald", but speaking of it, it seems that most British men have worrying hairlines?So no matter who Anita chooses in the future, she may encounter this problem.Anyway, she was idle, why don't she study the anti-baldness potion in the portrait?

Irene was also worried about the hairline of her future son-in-law.

Irene does not object to Anita's puppy love, but she must investigate the object of puppy love carefully, and she must not let a brat who doesn't know where she came from hurt her daughter.Originally, Irene didn't plan to go to Anita's pendant to disturb Anita's normal life, after all, she was just a portrait, but now it seems that she should make a surprise attack from time to time, and save Anita from being deceived by the brat's rhetoric.

Soon it was the start of school, Anita and Draco said goodbye to their parents, boarded the Hogwarts Express together, found an empty carriage and sat down.

"So, what's your answer?" Draco asked nervously, his face stained a thin layer of red.

Anita was puzzled, "What answer?"

"Did you see that sentence on the locket? What do you say?"

"Er...is it a good habit to get up early and go for a walk?" Anita asked uncertainly.

Draco looked at Anita speechlessly.

"So what does that mean?" Anita asked.

Draco opened his mouth, but suddenly found that he couldn't speak. In the end, he said weakly, "I just hope you can wake up early with me."

"No." Anita resolutely refused, "Bed and I are true love, how could you break us up so ruthlessly and unreasonably."

What else could Draco say?

There is really nothing more frustrating than after confessing, but the person being confessed doesn't understand at all.

A few minutes later, Draco realized that he had said this sentence too soon, and there were actually more frustrating things than that.

Speaking of the pendant, Anita thanked Draco, "Draco, thank you for the pendant, I like it very much, and so does my mother."

When Anita said "Mom likes it too", Draco's face turned pale, and he had an ominous premonition, did Anita give this pendant to her mother?

No, Draco, the truth of the matter was harsher than that.

Draco stammered, "You, your mother?"

"Yes." Anita said, opening the locket, "this is my mother's portrait, mother, this is the Draco I told you about."

"Hello, Draco." Erin looked at Draco meaningfully.

Draco sat up straight with a guilty conscience, and said hello, "Pu, Mrs. Prince, hello."

"Nice to meet you. Anita keeps telling me about you as her best friend." Erin put the accent on the word "friend."

"I'm also very... nice to meet you." Draco's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and he couldn't help thinking wildly in his heart: What does Anita's mother mean by saying that?Does she agree with me chasing her daughter, or does she not?Shouldn't you agree?After all, she emphasized the word "friend"?But it's also possible that I was thinking too much. After all, Anita didn't understand the meaning of that sentence. Maybe Anita's mother didn't understand either? ...

But Irene just said this lightly, and said goodbye to Anita, "I'll send you here, you take care of yourself."

"Can't mom stay with me?" Anita said coquettishly.

"Think about my comfortable study in that picture frame, and think about your small picture frame that can barely accommodate my upper body, what do you think? Besides, other students are separated from their parents. Your father at least It's still the Potions Professor, you can see him whenever you want." Irene said.

"Okay." Anita pursed her lips in disappointment, "Come and see me often."

"Oh, I will." Irene gave Draco an intriguing glance and disappeared from the frame.

That look was a warning, right?Must be, right?

Draco lay on the table limply, feeling hopeless.

Is there anything more frustrating than the confession, the other party didn't understand it, but her mother understood it?

What could be more heart-wrenching than the words of confession engraved on the other side of the locket for her mother to see every time she comes out?

Is there anything more frustrating than the fact that the person who has been confessed has not realized anything until now, and he may have been on the other party's mother's blacklist?

"Draco, did you sleep well last night? You don't seem to be in a good mood." Anita said.

"No, I'm just a little tired." Draco wiped his face, sat up and said, "Let me make you a locket again, I didn't know it was for your mother before, it was a bit rough. "

"It's very delicate. I like this very much, don't bother."

"Do not……"

Before Draco could finish his sentence, the train suddenly jolted and stopped, all the lights went out at once, and the whole carriage was plunged into darkness.

"Be careful." Draco supported Anita who almost fell due to inertia, and carefully held the wand in his hand.

Shouts of panic and buzzing voices came from the distant carriages.

"What happened? We shouldn't be here yet," Draco said.

"Lumos! (Lumos flashes!)" Anita lit her wand, "Dementor, remember the spell that Dad taught us?"

"How do you know..." Draco's voice stopped abruptly, and with the creaking sound, the door of the carriage was slowly opened, and a man in a tattered black cloak hid his face in his pocket The dementor in the hat floated in.The temperature in the entire carriage dropped sharply, and both Anita and Draco felt a chill, as if the presence of the dementors could make all the warmth and happiness in the air disappear.

Draco stood in front of Anita and said to the dementor, "Get out of here, there's nothing you're looking for here."

But the Dementor didn't seem to hear Draco's words, and he turned his head slowly, looking straight in Anita's direction, the light from Anita's wand illuminating the Dementor's face.Draco and Anita gasped at the same time. The dementor's face had no features, and the gray, fuzzy face that seemed to have rotted was just a black hole that seemed to be able to swallow everything.

The Dementor seemed unaccustomed to being exposed to light, he shrunk his face into the hood, then, facing Anita, he began to inhale slowly.

"Expecto Patronum!" Anita and Draco yelled at the same time.

Two silver lights shot out from their wands, transformed into their patron saints in mid-air, and rushed towards the dementor, who turned around and flew away quickly.

The author has something to say: Note 1: "Beingwithyouislikewalkingonaveryclear-defihesensationofbelongingthere"-EBWhite.