[HP] Can you be gentle with me

"father!"

Severus Snape stopped where he was, turned around slowly, looked at the woman trotting towards him while waving in the distance, and breathed for no reason.

That was Joanne Snape, his daughter—and she was so damn perfect in her pure white wedding dress, he meant, he'd only seen one more beautiful person in his life, her mother.

"She is so beautiful."

Those words came from a Black mouth, and Snape sadly found that he had no choice but to agree.He must agree, or in other words, he himself agrees from the bottom of his heart.

But to be honest, the above thoughts of disliking the black-haired man next to him are just habits developed over the years. He must admit that he does not hate this Black, at least this young Mr. Black is still within the range he can accept , this is beyond his expectation, isn't it?a Black.

Even so, when he turned his face to the side and spoke to the young man who was almost like a young man who was printed out of the same mold as his student, he still couldn't stop his voice There is a strong sense of irony in it. "Talks don't convince me, Mr. Black."

Oh, damn it!

The young man was stunned for a second, and then he smiled -- the kind that would definitely captivate any girl, even a woman -- and Snape couldn't hold back the tens of thousands of curses in his heart for a moment.

"Severus, what I say is true."

"...I don't remember ever allowing you to call me by my name, Mr. Black." Snape paused for a few seconds, then said dryly.

"Oh, maybe you don't remember, but Joanne gave me special instructions a few days ago." The young man still had a perfect bright smile on his face that seemed to perfectly overlap with his father. "Really?" Turning to Joanne who was already standing in front of Snape.

"Joanne..." Snape turned his head away too, calling out a little more drawn out than usual. "I thought we had reached a consensus—"

"You just told me not to. You should know that there are many ways to convey a message." The girl called Joanne said flatly, but there was a deep smile in the corner of her eyes. "Seriously, Daddy, you're smart enough to know to watch out for—"

"...with your intelligence, you should know that you shouldn't see your future husband before the wedding," Snape said in a deep voice.

But obviously this tone was of no use to the man and woman beside him, making Snape wonder if he had lost his authority among these younger children over the years.

"I don't think a person who used to stay in the bridal preparation room at his own wedding just because he was afraid that she would run away has no right to speak of me, right?" Joanne raised the corners of her lips, deliberately speaking He glanced at Snape.

Snape narrowed his eyes, opened his mouth slightly and then closed it again, choosing not to say anything.Merlin knew how eloquent Joanne was, but he didn't know who inherited it from it.

Joanne smiled faintly, watching her father's rare childish behavior, before turning her head to speak to her future husband. "Okay, Lynx, don't you still have to pick up your mother? I remember Sirius said that he was assigned some temporary task today──"

"Yeah, I was going there." The black-haired man said with a smile, nodded again to the woman in front of him, then turned around, but turned around before leaving. "Did I say you were beautiful today?"

Joanne froze for a second, then chuckled. "Go." As she said, she stretched out her hand and pushed the man out.

The man also laughed a few times, then apparated and disappeared in front of them.

"I have to admit I'm still curious, Joanne." Snape gritted his teeth after the Black boy had left. "What do you like about that guy?"

"What do you think?" Joanne turned her head and stared at her father seriously. "Lynx is handsome, has good grades, was the Quidditch captain of their college when he was in school, became the captain of Auror squad within a year of graduation, has money in his family, and the most important thing is the current status of the Black family in the magical world ──”

"Joanne!"

"Okay, Daddy." Joanne laughed, then said softly. "You know why……"

Snape pursed his lips tightly and fell silent again.

He really understands that he just can't get used to the fact that all the women around him have a close relationship with the man with the surname Black, and he desperately hypnotizes himself with the remaining sliver of fantasy that everything is just a dream, just sleep, the next day He will not remember anything.

But obviously it wasn't a dream.

Sighing again inwardly, Snape coughed and spoke. "I mean, I never thought that one day you—"

"──I never thought I would get married one day?" Joanne still had a smile on her face. "Daddy, I'm already 21. I was only 22 when my mother was pregnant with my brother. I'm not a child anymore."

Snape froze for a second, then nodded. "I see."

"Is it because of Lynx?"

"No, I—"

"Oh, Daddy, I know what you mean—" Joanne patted his father on the shoulder lightly, and then made something else—well, maybe not Tahlia—that absolutely couldn't have Doing what he dared to do, he reached out and began to knead and knead Snape's face. "Looking at your awkward appearance, why do people keep saying that I look like you?"

"Joanne Snape!"

Snape let out a low growl, and Joanne jumped back alertly, then waved to her father with a stiff face, and then turned around and walked back into the house. Not long after, the door was pushed open again, this time It was Tahlia who appeared, and Snape immediately straightened his face and went forward.

"Are you nervous?" Tahlia smiled, running a hand gently through Snape's graying hair. "Looking at your expression, you probably are eating turtles from our good daughter again?"

"...I'm glad you didn't marry that guy."

The line was so abrupt that Tahlia paused, confused, as if wondering what she had missed that caused the topic to jump so fast that she couldn't keep up.

"Which guy?"

Snape seemed to realize what he had just said, and coughed lightly. "fine."

"Don't act like you didn't say anything, Sev—" Tahlia gave Snape a reproachful look. "You know they will be fine." After a while, he smiled again and added. "We're fine too."

Snape pursed his lips and nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Besides, I never thought about marrying Sirius. He is getting along well with Natalie now. I don't know if you're still struggling—"

"I didn't mean Black."

Tahlia stopped talking, blinked her eyes, gave a dumbfounded oh, then raised one eyebrow and said. "Honestly, if I hadn't gotten used to the way you talk, I'd think you were lucky—"

Snape opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again, and it took a long time before he could utter a word. "Feel sorry."

"Needless to say, Sev." Tahlia smiled, then raised her hand to straighten the bow tie around her husband's neck. "Although I've thought more than once about what I would be like now if I hadn't come back, I haven't regretted it once." She raised her heels slightly and pecked Snape's lips lightly. "I'm glad I finally let go."

Snape froze for a second, then wrapped his arms around his wife in front of him, deepening the kiss. For a moment, it seemed as if there were only the two of them in the world, even though neither of them was the protagonist of the wedding banquet.After an unknown amount of time, the two separated awkwardly with a light cough from the side.

"Well, good morning, Nigel." Tahlia smiled awkwardly, trying to change the subject. "How are the wedding preparations going?"

Nigel also had a smile on his lips, a smile that resembled his mother's. He seemed to have not seen his parents' actions just now, and he spoke calmly without making any comments on their actions just now. "It's all right, Sirius said he'd try to come by 09:30, Natalie just arrived and is waiting at the venue, she said she can't wait for the wedding to start—"

"So fast?" Tahlia said in surprise. "I thought Lynx was going to—"

"Oh, Mom—" Nigel laughed out loud. "Lynx is a wizard, and a very good wizard at that. Apparation is not a difficult magic for him at all..."

Tahlia froze for a moment, then laughed too. "It's not my fault, Nigel... I often think you're all just kids—"

"Tahlia──" Nigel didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm not a kid anymore, even Joanne is getting married."

"I know." Tahlia nodded seriously. "But I will always remember you as a child, small, soft, running behind Harry every day—"

Nigel rubbed his temples with a headache, and then exchanged glances with his father who obviously had the same idea as him. It seems that recently Tahlia has started to frequently recall the past, not only herself, but even the things about her father's student days are almost being talked about by her Not all light has been leaked.For example, he even knew how childishly his father vented his anger with a cauldron when he was studying potions when he was a child, or how he asked his mother to teach him transfiguration with red ears.

"Mom, I know I was cute when I was young, otherwise how could you love me so much?" Nigel coughed lightly, interrupting his own mother who was completely lost in memory, and then gave the speechless father a demonstrative look. "Of course I love you too." After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and kissed Tahlia's forehead with a smile.

Tahlia smiled, hugged Nigel who was already more than one head away from her, and then let go before saying. "Okay, isn't it just to talk about some interesting things from the past, you don't have to feel embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrassed, Mom—" Nigel choked, then said seriously. "It's just that we have more important things to do today!"

"Yes, the wedding." Tahlia nodded seriously. "You go and help Joanne—no, help that makeup artist, I'm afraid she will be given by your sister if she's not careful—"

Bang!The door behind them was knocked open in an instant, and then, a girl ran out crying, her face was full of tears. She saw a few people outside the door—especially Severus Snape, burst into tears again, and then covered herself The face ran away, leaving behind the three people with blank faces, staring blankly at the direction she left.

"Oh, no—" Nigel murmured.