[HP] Can you be gentle with me

Draco Malfoy had known for as long as he could remember that he had a godmother.

Father and mother would always talk about her to themselves.

This made him very curious, because he never thought that there really was a person in the world who could make both father and mother show nostalgic expressions when talking about her.

But he never had the impression of seeing this mysterious godmother. Although she would send him a very special gift every year on his birthday, maybe he also received it when he was younger, but he was too young at that time. no memory.

When he was four years old, he was given a cloak, not that he lacked it, in fact, he had enough cloaks for him to wear, but this cloak was different.

It was made of a material that even his father could not tell. Not only was it exceptionally warm, but the special material would also stretch freely as he grew taller. At least he has not worn other cloaks until now. .

At five, Draco was given a locket.

My father was surprised when he saw the box, and when he opened the small box, a pendant inside flew out automatically, accompanied by a warm white light, and when he asked later, he realized that there was a pendant on the pendant. It was a very powerful protection spell, and it was only useful for himself. For others, the pendant was just a decoration.

A year later, Draco was six.

He had been looking forward to it a few days before his birthday, anticipating what his mysterious godmother would give him again.And his expectations were not disappointed.

On his birthday, he almost pounced on a package dropped by a group of owls in their living room.

The thing inside was square and dark, and Draco didn't know what it was, but even his father looked at it with puzzled eyes. Fortunately, there was a piece of parchment inside, and he didn't know what it was. What exactly did he write, but he knew that since that day, he had an hour a day to play with the dark thing--the video game console, as his father called it--and it seemed that his father didn't always Let yourself memorize some boring texts.

It made him want to meet his mysterious godmother all the more.

So he secretly made a wish. He made a wish on his seventh birthday, hoping to meet his mysterious godmother one day──

The birthday present that his godmother gave him that year was a Muggle item. His father said it was called a bicycle. He also failed to see what was written on the parchment attached by his godmother. However, the corners of his father's mouth twitched several times after reading the content, and For many days after that, his father ordered himself to learn how to ride a bicycle, and he kept muttering things like 'How could the Malfoys lose to the Potters...can't learn to ride a bicycle...' .

Fortunately, he learned quickly.

Draco rejoiced secretly, otherwise, seeing his father's appearance, he would definitely be angry.

Every day after that, Draco looked forward to his birthday wish coming true, and every morning at breakfast he would ask his father or mother if his godmother would come to see him.

The answers are the same, and they don't know.

Draco felt frustrated.

Obviously all the wishes he made before will come true──

For this reason, the little master of the Malfoy family had a bad face for several days, and no one knew exactly why.

One morning after that, Draco was called out of bed by the house-elf as usual and went to the dining room, intending to have breakfast with his parents. Shouted.

Almost as soon as Draco pushed the door open, Lucius, who was sitting facing the door, spoke immediately. "Draco, come here—"

In fact, he would have passed without his father's orders... Despite some doubts, Draco still walked obediently. At this moment, he saw people sitting on the two chairs with their backs to the door, and one of them had a head. The messy black-haired boy was still sitting where he usually sat!

Immediately, he had mixed emotions towards the boy in front of him who seemed to be about the same age as him. Logically speaking, this boy occupied his territory, and he should have decided to hate him the second he saw him, but he was surprised to find that, He seemed to have a very familiar feeling with this boy──

It's as if they've known each other for a long time...

"You must be little Mr. Malfoy!" the boy said suddenly, with a broad smile on his face, standing up quickly and holding out his hand to Draco. "Tahlia said we used to play together...although I don't remember that at all—" he said.

"Who are you?" Draco said in a daze, completely forgetting that out of politeness, he should hold back the other's outstretched hand first, and then remembered that his behavior would definitely be corrected by his father.

"Oh, sorry..." The black-haired boy still smiled. "My name is Harry Potter—you can call me Harry."

"Harry Potter...?" Draco murmured back, before his eyes widened. "That Harry Potter!"

"Draco." Lucius immediately scolded, feeling helpless in his heart for his son's behavior...

"It's all right, Mr. Malfoy," Harry said, turning his head to Lucius. "Tahlia said that's probably how most people react when they see me, and I don't mind." Then she turned back, looking at Draco. "Tahlia said we'd be good friends, can I call your name?"

"...I allow you—" Draco nodded involuntarily. "My name is Draco..."

Suddenly, he discovered something.

Harry mentioned the name many times just now──

He heard the name mentioned by his parents many times──

The name of his mysterious godmother—

Tahlia.

So this means-

Turning his head cautiously, he looked at the black-haired woman on the chair beside him, and found that she was holding a child in her arms, and that child was staring at him curiously.

Draco moved his eyes and looked up, but subconsciously shrank back the moment he met the woman's gaze...

so cold──

The woman on the chair had no expression on her face, as if there was no trace of warmth, and everything she was staring at seemed to freeze instantly.

He never thought that his godmother would give people such a cold feeling──

"Draco," she began.

Draco straightened up immediately, and responded tremblingly.

"Don't be so afraid of me..." she said. "I am your godmother."

"I...I know..." Draco whispered.

Although she still has no expression on her face, the words she speaks are very gentle. If you only listen to the voice, you will definitely think that she is a very nice big sister.

"Did you like those presents?" she asked again.

Of course he loved it!

Although thinking so in his heart, Draco didn't express his emotion, just nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry I haven't been able to see you—" Tahlia said flatly. "I'm disqualified, aren't I?" She said the latter to Lucius.

Lucius shook his head. "Nothing." Although he didn't understand why Tahlia had been gone for so long, and why she chose to come back now, even in the days when she disappeared, Lucius could still feel that she was thinking about her. Draco's—

That's enough.

"Draco, you eat first—" he said to Draco. "Tahlia just came over, and it happened to be together." His eyes signaled Draco to sit down first.

Draco walked to the side, just now the house elf had placed another chair, he had just sat down, and the child who was hugged by Tahlia just now was put on the seat next to him, the table was a bit high for him, he You have to straighten your body to barely poke your head out of the table.

Draco stared straight at the kid involuntarily.

"Ah, this is Nigel," Tahlia said to Draco, then turned her head to look at the boy who was obviously uncomfortable being stared at. "It's okay, Nigel, you can talk to Draco - he's older than you."

"I know." Nigel muttered, nodding, before looking at Draco. "I'm Nigel," he said. "Are you a good person?"

Draco froze for a moment, and Narcissa couldn't hold back a giggle for a moment, which made him blush in embarrassment.

"I'm very good!" To hide his embarrassment, he replied loudly. "And I'm Malfoy, Malfoy must be the best!"

Apparently this was enough for Nigel, he seemed relieved, and sneaked another glance at Tahlia before turning his head and speaking. "Draco...you can't bully Tahlia."

"Absolutely not," Draco assured right away.

On the one hand it was his godmother, on the other hand, he was still a little afraid of Tahlia's stern expression, which was completely different from the stern look his father put on him on purpose.

Then Nigel snapped off and started chattering away at Draco.

"Let me tell you...Harry is amazing! He knows a lot of things that I don't!" Nigel said cheerfully.

"I know a lot too!" Draco puffed out his chest reflexively. His father said he was the best, so he was definitely the best. "My father taught me."

"Father?" Nigel tilted his head. "Tahlia said my parents are dead - so father will teach you so many things...?"

Draco nodded, realizing instantly that Nigel seemed to be an orphan. "But I've heard from my father that Tahlia is amazing—she's sure to teach you a lot, too."

"Tahlia said she wouldn't teach me until I was in school..." Nigel looked disappointed. "But she clearly taught Harry a lot—"

"Tahlia didn't teach me, Nigel - I asked her myself!" Harry interjected. "I just want to learn something before going to school..."

"But if you ask, she will answer!" Nigel said excitedly. "She won't tell me if I ask—"

"You asked something she didn't like!" Harry retorted.

Draco was so confused watching the two bickering like this, he couldn't help but speak. "what are you guys saying?"

"Every time Nigel picks up a book about potions, but Tahlia hates potions!" Harry answered as a matter of course.

"Oh..." Draco nodded blankly.I didn't expect that the godmother who my father said could do almost everything would also have subjects that I hate...

Nigel pouted in disbelief. "I just thought those books were interesting..."

The chats of the children were all heard by the adults on the side.

Lucius suddenly understood something, and the shock of this fact was too great, making him open his mouth uncontrollably, and stared at Tahlia blankly.

But Tahlia in front of her didn't seem to hear anything, she still lowered her head to eat flatly, turned her head to look at the wife next to her, and found that Narcissa was also shocked, her hands stopped moving, and she froze in mid-air with a fork.

This is too contradictory, Lucius is almost sure who the father of the child named Nigel will be, but the children's conversation just now makes him very confused--given that the dead father he said is still very healthy Living in the school, taking pleasure in deducting points from houses other than Slytherin.

"Tahlia, this is—" he struggled to utter the words.

Tahlia swallowed the food slowly and raised her head. "What?"

"The child's father—"

"Dead." Tahlia answered naturally. "End of topic." Gave Lucius a stark look, telling him not to bring up the topic again.

Lucius swallowed, forcefully suppressing the confusion in his stomach.

At this time, Draco's excited words reached their ears again.

"Nigel, if you like potions that much, I can ask Mr. Snape for you!" he said happily. "He comes here sometimes—"

Lucius caught a glimpse of Tahlia's hand holding the fork frozen for a moment, just for a moment, barely noticeable.

Nigel, on the other hand, frowned. "No, Tahlia didn't say it's okay to talk to anyone else." And he didn't want Tahlia to be angry, as long as she didn't say it, he wouldn't talk to anyone.

"Then you can ask her—" Draco suggested, crossing the table and asking directly for Nigel, addressing Tahlia. "Tahlia... Nigel can I ask Mr. Snape a question?"

"No." Tahlia said without even looking up.

Nigel didn't say anything either, since Tahlia said no, it meant that Snape might bully them.

But obviously Draco couldn't understand, and spoke in confusion. "Why? Mr. Snape's potions are very powerful, he must be able to teach Nigel a lot—"

"Draco." Tahlia turned her head slowly, looking at him. "It doesn't matter how powerful Mr. Snape...'s potion is, if I say no, it won't—" she said. "There is no reason."

Draco still didn't understand, but the education he received since he was a child told him that it is not appropriate to ask any more questions at this moment, so he obediently shut up. Children change the subject quickly, and it is their privilege to think wildly and quickly. Land and Harry started other topics, for example, Quidditch──

There were only two adults at the other end of the table with serious expressions—Lucius and Narcissa, looking straight at Tahlia, hesitating to speak.

After that, Tahlia only stayed for a while, then left with the two children──

Before leaving, both Harry and Nigel assured Draco that they would meet again, which Tahlia nodded in affirmation.

Draco's good mood lasted for many days.

Because his previous wish came true and he met his mysterious godmother—aside from the first impression of her, Draco felt that his godmother was definitely the most reliable person in the world besides his father and mother of the object.