[HP] Butterfly Effect

On the day of Christmas, the weather was not so good.When I just woke up, my breath was full of white air in the low temperature.The temperature difference spread the heating in the room and atomized it on the window glass, and the white snow covered the frame of the window lattice, like the dense hyphae drawn out by spores, and the fluffy circle was decorated on the outside.

Aurora lifted the quilt and changed her clothes, wrapped the cloak and scarf of Hufflepuff College tightly around her body, put her shoes on with her toes hooked, and leaned over to the window to see that the distance was covered by heavy snow Indistinct dark green forest.The Weasley twins were chasing each other outside the house to clear snow, Molly's little punishment for their early morning mischief.

But to be honest, it's obviously not a punishment for them, it's more like a pleasure.A snowball fight quickly broke out in the open space downstairs. The two sides were evenly matched, and the fight was inseparable.

There was a smooth and gentle sound of music downstairs, it was Edith Piaf's "La Vie en Rose", the sultry deep tune of the saxophone and the singer's charming voice permeated the air long and long.

The sound comes from Vox's Christmas gift to Arthur, an old-fashioned gramophone from the Muggle world, a record of "Life in the Rose".As soon as the stylus was placed, perfect music poured out suddenly.

"This is really interesting." This is the most Arthur has said since this holiday.In just one vacation, the relationship between Vaux and Arthur was so good that even Bill was dumbfounded.

The snowflakes were still falling, and Vaux's owl flew back from outside with two packages.Soon, there was a knock on the door and Vaux's voice: "Aurora, are you awake? There is your package."

It's from Remus Lupine.

Aurora quickly handed the return gift and the letter she had written to Hastings to take back, and then opened and read the letter sent along with the package.It said Remus's recent situation. Although it has not been very good, it has gradually turned around.By the time Aurora's third year started, Remus would probably find a good job in Hogsmeade with Dumbledore's help.

"You'll be allowed to come to Hogsmeade on weekends in your third year, and you'll love it here. I'll write to you when I'm fully settled. I hope you're doing well at school."

"How is it? Is Remus okay?" Vaux looked at Aurora curiously and asked. "Didn't we be able to go to Hogsmeade in our third year?" Aurora smiled and shook the letter paper full of correct fonts, "Remus should also be found in Hogsmeade at that time A job so we can go to him on weekends!"

"That's great!"

At this time, Brett suddenly rushed out of the room without a sound, and soon caused a lot of movement from the other side of the corridor.Young Ron, with tousled red hair and a very fancy old cotton pajamas that were obviously not his size, came running after Brett and a field mouse.

"Banban!" Ron yelled while running, "Banban, come back!"

Chased by Brett, the field mouse jumped up and down, occasionally scratched its paw and made a squealing sound, desperately crawling into all possible gaps.

"Brett!" Aurora stopped the black cat from chasing the field mouse. "It's Ron's pet, not your breakfast. Are you hungry? Let's go downstairs?"

Probably cats are naturally obsessed with mice. After being held in Aurora's arms, Brett still wanted to catch the fat field mouse that was curled up in Ron's arms.

"I'm sorry Ron, Brett may be hungry." Aurora looked at the little boy apologetically.The other party waved his hand to indicate that it was okay, put Banban into the wide pocket of pajamas, scratched his hair and said, "It's okay, it's just...how should I say it? Nature. Yes, it's nature. Banban is too fat, probably all cats Everyone will like it."

"Then I'll go down first, Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas."

Aurora carried Brett downstairs briskly, fed him something, then turned and went to the kitchen to wash her hands and help Molly prepare breakfast.Over the past few days, she and Molly got along very well, and the other party kept feeling sad that without Aurora's help, she would be very uncomfortable.

Molly is a typical Gryffindor, warm and friendly, and likes to spend all her thoughts on how to decorate the house and study the dishes.She always has endless topics to talk about. All Aurora has to do is to listen quietly and reply with a few humorous thoughts from time to time.

After breakfast, Aurora borrowed the Weasley family's owl and delivered the presents prepared yesterday one by one.There are handmade candies for Professor Dumbledore, because he also gave himself a box of candies at Halloween, although most of them were divided by Aurora.

And then there's the Christmas present for Snape.

Like last year, she wrapped it in a white gift box, tied it with a gold ribbon, and topped it with a blooming freesia.

Then she went outside and waited for the owl to come back and take the last gift.

George and Fred greeted Aurora, the fierce snowball fight continued, and the music on the gramophone continued.There was a faint to almost illusory sunlight peeking out from behind the heavy, wet and cold clouds, and it fell softly and mistyly on the snow, blurring a layer of hazy pale gold, with a delicate texture like velvet.

"His kiss stayed in the corner of my eyes, and a smile passed by his lips." Piaf's romantic voice melted into the air, and the whole world was so beautiful and warm.

"This is the truest image of him, this man, and I belong to him."

"When he embraced me, I could see my romantic life like a rose." Aurora hummed softly to the music on the phonograph, feeling extremely relaxed.

In the distance, a shrill owl hooted.Aurora stood up and waved at it, holding up the plain and flawless gift box in her hand, and the tiny snow crystals and sunlight fell into her sight.

"The night of love never ends, happiness leisurely replaces the long night... troubles are all eliminated, happiness continues until the end of life."

The owl snatched away the gift box from the little girl's hand, and flew towards Hogwarts with flapping wings.Aurora looked at the owl that quickly disappeared from view, and unconsciously sang the last line of the lyrics with Piaf:

"I see a rosy life."

Life in the Rose, Merry Christmas.

……

Visiting Regulus on Christmas Day would have definitely ruined Snape's day, but apparently Dumbledore thought it was a good idea.

It's no wonder why when Beverly opened the door, she could see Dumbledore with a sunny face and Snape with a cloudy face.

Seeing the little girl's surprised expression, Dumbledore reached out with a smile and snapped his fingers behind her ear, conjuring a gift box out of thin air and holding it in front of her: "Merry Christmas, Beverly."

"Holy...Merry Christmas, Professor." Beverly took the gift box and let them in sideways, "Regulus is better, at least he won't fall asleep half the time like before. Thank you , Dean."

Snape pursed a smile, and when matched with his terrible expression at the moment, he looked extra murderous.

To be honest, these two people are too disharmonious to walk together, one is like midsummer and the other is like winter.

The examination was not complicated. Regulus' condition was slowly improving as Snape had imagined, but his amnesia problem was very troublesome.But this question is the most important.

Snape left the newly brewed potion as a Christmas present, and wished the other party a Merry Christmas with a half-smile, with an expression and tone as if he was going to steal someone's house.Regulus nodded cautiously, accepted the other party's windy blessing, and sent them all the way to the outside of the courtyard.

"When you get better, we'll find a way to see if we can restore your memory." Dumbledore was able to play the role of a topic developer among a group of people who talked less, which seemed very important to him. Easy, "During this time, you should rest at ease and recuperate first, and we will visit you when we find time."

"Thank you, Professor. Thank you and Professor Snape for your help, really." Regulus said softly, and there was a thin layer of light in his dark gray eyes.The winter coat on him seemed too burdensome for his overly thin figure. When Dumbledore patted him affectionately on the shoulder, he couldn't feel the shape of his shoulder bones under his palm.

The kid was frighteningly thin.he thinks.

After returning to Hogwarts, Snape originally wanted to say goodbye and go back to the cellar office, but was preempted by Dumbledore: "Today is Christmas, why don't we go for a walk together. Except for the summer vacation in a year, only Only at this time, there are hardly any students in Hogwarts, it is extremely quiet."

Snape's cheeks rolled from the action of gritting his teeth, but he still agreed to the other party's proposal.Not for anything else, just because Dumbledore was right, there are very few rare students now, so the whole castle is very beautiful in his eyes.

As for whether Dumbledore thought so, he didn't know, but Snape knew very well that Dumbledore must have guessed his thoughts.

The two walked slowly towards the suspension bridge in the valley of the school. The snow piled up in the forest, covering up the overly dignified dark tone of the trees, leaving only the green river with transparent waves still running happily. interest.The color of the snow on both sides of the river is so clear that it is dazzling, as if the surrounding colors in the weekdays have been wiped and melted into the lively river water.

"Do you think it's possible for Regulus' memory to come back?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes looking far away, and he could hardly find a focus.

Snape answered very simply, as he himself had imagined many times, "His body must get rid of that kind of mummification first, then it is possible to talk about memory."

"Inferi's highly mutagenic toxin." Dumbledore went on. "It looks like Regulus has been to a very dangerous place."

"Fortunately he's lucky, isn't he?" Snape remarked dryly.

"You just said that his recovery is better than expected, so will this process be very long?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"Maybe four or five months."

Just as Snape finished speaking, the sound of a bird flapping its wings came from not far away.The two looked up at the same time, and saw a staggering dark taupe owl swooping over here, holding a white gift box in its talons, facing Snape.

Without even thinking about it, the young dean frowned and flashed to the side. The owl fell down on the suspension bridge, half of its head was buried in the snowdrift, and the gift box that fell out bounced a few times towards the abyss below the suspension bridge. He fell into it and was rescued by Dumbledore with a levitating spell.

"Oh—it's from a beautiful and gentle lady." Dumbledore exaggeratedly and deliberately dragged out a cheerful ending, and at last floated up a freesia lying flat on the palm of his hand, with deep blue eyes from the half-moon shape. Looking at Snape over the glasses, his smile was so kind that it was chilling, "Severus, I believe this is for you."

As he spoke, he pinched the branch of the freesia with his slender fingers and shook it gently, and a light and pleasant fragrance spread in the cold air.

"Ah, what a young flower full of vitality." The old headmaster said with emotion.

Snape resisted the urge to cast the Withering Curse, his eyes fell on the soft-colored freesia, he paused slightly, and subconsciously guessed who gave the gift.

Dumbledore continued to look "lovingly" at Snape's expressionless pale face, and suggested sincerely: "You really should adjust your work and rest time, Severus. Young presumptuousness comes at a cost There will be a price, one day."

As he spoke, he fastened the freesia in his hand to a slipknot tied with a ribbon, and handed it to the young potions master.

Snape took it very quickly, and said goodbye without any hesitation.Dumbledore waved him to go first, and he wanted to stay here to watch the snow scene for a while.

I really don't understand.Snape thought rather darkly in his heart that at Dumbledore's age, he could bombard himself with all kinds of sugar and at the same time not go to the Holy Mount once a year. Ge Hospital and stay alive and kicking.

It seems that he can go head-to-head with the Dark Lord for a reason.

After returning to the cellar, Snape opened the gift box, revealing the handmade tea bags, a clean white card, and a pair of cufflinks inside.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his sleeve, and sure enough there was only a piece of empty thread left.

The cufflinks are simple and surprisingly unobtrusive.

Snape pursed his lips, took out the card and turned it over:

"My dear professor, Merry Christmas.

I hope you will not be put off by handcrafted soothing tea.In fact, I personally think they taste pretty good, you might consider giving them a try.

Happy holidays to you.

Your sincere student, Aurora Field. "

……

After dinner, the most lively activities of Christmas began.

The snow had completely stopped, and the candles floating in mid-air by magic cast a honey-colored halo on the ground.Molly and Arthur moved the table to the open-air yard, and Vox and Aurora were responsible for explaining the rules of various small games in the Muggle world, and then everyone immediately laughed and played together.

Aurora has very little concept of family, neither her experience in this world nor her own broken memories have taught her what family is like.

But looking at the Weasleys, she seemed to understand the concept of home all at once.If I can have a family of my own in the future, then it must be so warm and cheerful.

At this time, Charlie suggested that everyone express their Christmas wishes. According to the rules of the game, whoever wins the draw will become Santa Claus once, and help the other party realize this wish within the scope of his ability. If he can't, he will be punished by singing.

The proposal was unanimously approved.

Aurora wrote down her Christmas wish, then crumpled the note and put it in the pocket Bill had brought her.After everyone's wishes were put in, Bill shook the pocket vigorously and asked everyone to draw the paper balls again with a smile.

Vox drew a note from Arthur, which said he hoped to learn more about the life and inventions of Muggles.He immediately invited Arthur to come to his house whenever both parties were free, and he could be a free guide and encyclopedia.

Bill got George and Fred's common note, so he had to give them a talking skull he bought in Diagon Alley last time.

Arthur got Aurora's note, and he couldn't laugh or cry—because Aurora's Christmas wish was that she would stop stepping on the line in Potions class in the new semester.

"This is a benefit, so everyone can definitely hear someone singing." Aurora looked at Arthur with a smile.Molly was obviously the happiest, because she hadn't heard Arthur sing since the time she was proposed, "It's a wonderful wish of yours, dear!"

The little girl smiled and showed her small white teeth.

In the end, Arthur stumbled and sang the English folk song he sang when he proposed to Molly. Molly was so excited that her eyes were red, and she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.Bill put his hand over Ron's and Ginny's eyes well timed, his smile flawless.George and Fred whistled flirtatiously, too, and laughed.

What Aurora drew was Charlie's note, which stated that his wish was to see a real fire dragon, and to meet a good friend who likes fire dragons as much as he does.

The little boy's "good friend" is written a little crookedly, as if he is struggling with something.

Aurora thought for a while, jumped off the stool and came to Charlie, sat down next to him, looked at him and said seriously, "You will definitely see dragons in the future. And, if you don't mind, I can be your A good friend who likes fire dragons."

"Oh—!" The Weasley twins began to wink and prolong the sound in a tacit understanding.The smile on Bill's face also became more meaningful, and Vaux felt a stomach ache: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing," Bill replied. "I'm happy that Charlie has made a good friend. It's a big brother's smile."

"Your expression tells me you don't think so." Vox looked at him suspiciously, with disbelief on his face.

At this time, a short owl hooted from above the head, and then, something wrapped in parchment fell from the sky, and it hit the middle of Aurora and Charlie impartially, making a rather loud sound.Fortunately, the two children reacted quickly and avoided it before it fell, but they were taken aback.

"Merlin, this bird is really scary." Ron patted his chest with lingering fear.

George leaned over curiously and looked at the snow-covered thing: "What is this?"

"It seems... a book?" Fred picked it up, tilted his head and looked at the card on it, "Here, Field."

"For you." He handed it to Aurora in surprise.

Aurora was stunned for a moment, took a look at the handwriting on the card, and instantly guessed who sent it.But what surprised her was that the package was so thick. She thought it would only be a two-word letter like last year.

"What is it, Aurora? Who sent it to you?" Vox asked strangely.Logically speaking, close people would not use their surnames alone on such occasions, but if the relationship is very distant, it seems that they will not send gifts, right?

"Uh. Let me take a look."

As she said that, she opened the outer parchment, revealing the cover of the book inside. It was a somewhat old dark green notebook, which contained explanations about Potions for the entire second year of school.Looks like a very useful class notebook.

In addition, there is a hard card with thick ink, smooth writing and sharp ending, "MerryChristmas".

"This is a potions notebook, Merlin!" George looked at the notebook in Aurora's hand in disbelief, and then looked at the pile of notes, "Isn't it? What a coincidence?!"

"Maybe Merlin heard my prayer and finally appeared." Aurora blinked and replied calmly, "After all, before I have an exam, I always go to the fountain with his statue in the school to make a wish. on."

"...Are you serious?"

"Of course. But I sometimes make wishes on Professor Dumbledore's card."

"!!!"

The author has something to say:

It's not Harry's book, it's the one used by the professor in the second grade.

In the end, the owl hit the ball very accurately, the best in the game.

Happy Labor Day. Today I went for five hours with my friends and bought a Hufflepuff yellow preppy dress. I was exhausted.

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