[HP] Butterfly Effect

Find her, he said, and kill her.

……

1978. April [-]. London, England

When Snape woke up, it was [-]:[-] in the morning, the cold and darkness imprisoned him heavily, and it took him a few seconds to regain control of his body after his consciousness returned to the cage, feeling the The numbness and stiffness caused by the bad sleeping position crawled all over the limbs.

The first thing he did after he was able to move his fingers was to hold his own wand.

Snape sat up, and turned his gradually clear and quiet eyes to the balcony beside him. As far as he could see, a dark gray to nearly black cloud rolled over, dim and dull.The cold wind of early spring squeezed into the room one after another, trying to strip away all the non-existent temperature here.

The sky hangs down to the place close to the mountains, and there is a hazy golden color brewing. It's a pity that such bright colors are so dying under the overwhelming dark tones.

He stood up and went to the bathroom to wash his face casually. There was a wall in front of him without a mirror.The whole bathroom smelled of cold potion ingredients, new and old.Some were just poured in yesterday, while others have already begun to break away from the suppression of the low temperature in winter and began to rot in April.There is also a smell of damp moss mixed together, which smells like burnt leather.There was no light here, it was as dark as Snape's head-to-toe attire.

He walked out of the bathroom, picked up the cold coffee that was on the table last night before he fell asleep, and drank it in one gulp. He poured some potion into the sticky coffee powder that settled at the bottom of the cup, shook it twice and poured it in again. own throat.

In the end, there is a sandwich that has been limp. The dried vegetable leaves and onion rings have the feeling of chewing soggy parchment.

After Snape finished eating and wiped his hands, the doorbell rang.

Lucius Malfoy was wearing a black cloak with retro hot stamping that almost reached the ground, but the buttons on the collar were so golden that it burned your eyes.He closed the cover of the pocket watch with his hands wearing dark brown leather gloves, and put it back into the pocket of his coat. He moved his free hand again, and the metal snake-headed cane spun half a circle in his hand, ready to start again. Knock on the door in front of you.

Then, the door opened, and Lucius saw the potions genius-to-be new friend whom the Dark Lord talked about from time to time recently.

A child who has not yet officially graduated from Hogwarts.They were in the same school for only one year, and then Lucius left Hogwarts after graduation, so he had a very weak impression of each other.The only memory is the other party's gloomy and withdrawn temperament, and his mixed-race identity.

As for potion talents, he really didn't pay attention.Because at that time there were more things worthy of his absolute energy and attention.

Lucius stood at the door, raised his chin slightly and stared at the other party, and raised his jaw gracefully, this action made him look spontaneously arrogant.The young man in front of him was slender and long, with thick and messy black hair, his face was pale and sickly like a ghost, he was wearing a black hospital uniform that could not be washed with rough edges, and there were obvious bruises under his eyes caused by staying up late.

But the look in his eyes made it impossible not to notice.

The first time Lucius saw him, he was sure that it was a typical Slytherin look, sharp and mean hidden under layers of prudence and indifference, the serenity of a poisonous snake that has not yet shown its fangs.

"Mr. Malfoy, it's a surprise to see you here so suddenly." Snape saw the other party clearly, and opened the door a little further. The weak light before dawn fell on him, adding to the eerie feeling on him. .Holding the wand in his hand, he hid behind the door and put the lock on it. His low-pitched young voice was smooth and gentle, without any ups and downs or warmth.

Lucius took out a transparent glass test tube with a sticky note from his pocket, which contained half the capacity of a shiny silver-white thread: "The master asked me to send you this. By the way, he heard about your I am very satisfied with your performance yesterday."

Snape glanced at the test tube lightly, and immediately understood what it was, and then raised his hand to take them without any hesitation, "Thank you. I'll take care of it."

"Don't disappoint Master." Lucius' gray-blue eyes looked like the sky above him, covered with elusive rain and cloud.

"I will."

"Good luck then."

"You too."

After closing the door, Snape turned over the sticky note on the test tube, revealing the Dark Lord's handwriting.The jet-black ink solidified on the light brown paper like eternity, so gorgeous and graceful that even if the written content symbolized death, it was an amazing art.

Find her, he said, and kill her.

Snape went down to the basement, emptied the contents into the Pensieve, and sank into the swirling, spreading silver.

He knew whose memory it was, because he took it out of that person's mind with his own hands yesterday.So Snape thought he would be greeted with a cold and angry depression, but he didn't expect to be bumped into a brilliant warmth when he opened his eyes.

The smell of fresh grass, the refreshing aroma of freesia, and the warmth of the bright and gentle sun make the palms of your hands feel hot.

Snape fell into this group of too vivid memories, and the moment he opened his eyes, a wanton and beautiful smiling face burst into his face.His warm brown eyes were drawn by a kind of bright joy, and the clean and soft light golden hair spread out on the grass, like the tail of a peacock spread out, together with the green and tender grass leaves, the void was entwined between his fingers between.

It was the appearance of a very young girl, which was extremely clearly frozen in Edmund Field's memory, and his entire memory was splendid.

The girl lay on the ground laughing at Snape, who fell just above her head, shaking a bouquet of freesias in bloom.Then she turned over and got up, with a few fluffy grass blades hooked in her hair, and ran towards Snape's back, with her thin arms outstretched to embrace the squatting young man standing not far away, as if it was her whole world.

"Daddy!" the girl yelled.

"Aurora." Edmund stroked her hair, kissed her forehead, picked her up and rubbed her stubbled chin against her neck, making her laugh non-stop, and the little gray in his hand Lan fell to the ground.

Aurora finished laughing, and looked at him while rubbing her eyes: "You won't leave when you come back this time?"

"I will stay longer this time when I come back." Emond's eyes dimmed for a moment, and then he said.

Aurora's shoulders slumped suddenly, and the light in her eyes faded away: "Are you still going?"

"Don't worry, we will be together forever, I promise, honey."

"But, the day after tomorrow is my birthday."

"Then I think we can celebrate this birthday together."

"Really!? And Mommy!"

"And with my mother."

Snape was a little dazed. His impression of his father was not like this, and this memory was so tender that he doubted whether he had extracted the correct part yesterday.

"We go home."

"Let's go home."

Snape followed quickly. He needed to know the address of Field's house so that he could complete the task assigned to him by the Dark Lord.He needs these. After losing his favorite Lily, the soul that is so empty that nothing can make up can only be filled in this way falsely.Ambitious about power and status, he is like a terminally ill patient who has been sentenced to death, no matter how long he stretches his hand, he will never be able to reach the piece of green that once warmed his entire childhood, the color of Lily's eyes.

Snape had stared at the Slytherin badge for a long time, and finally realized that the green color of the badge would never blend with Lily's eyes.They are so different, one is cold and deep, the other is bright and pure.

Sometimes he got up in the middle of the night and sat in the floating lounge, looking at the sparkling lake above his head, he felt as if he was about to be drowned by the rich green.

He was in so much pain that there was no cure, and he endured it as if he was masochistic, but he was still helpless.

The memory began to fluctuate violently, Snape fell into the next vortex, and after the picture stabilized, he stood in the overwhelming rain.Those transparent raindrops penetrated his body and landed on the ground, shining dimly under the reflection of the surrounding street lamps.

In front of him was a Muggle gift shop. The little girl named Aurora stood facing him through a layer of transparent glass, and she was concentrating on looking at the music box on the wooden shelf in the window.A little puppet in a white ballet skirt is circling in a circle while the crisp and smooth music gradually fades away.

"Dad, I want this, will you give it to me for my birthday?"

An owl flew into the store under the pouring rain and landed on Edmond's hand.He opened the almost drenched letter, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"Sorry Ross, I have to go."

"What?!" Aurora was stunned for a moment, her trembling and sweet voice trembled, "You promised me to stay with me for my birthday! It's today!"

Edmond held her shoulders, and the determination and sorrow in his tone were as intense as the heavy rain outside the window, pouring out endlessly: "I'm sorry Rose...I, I have to go now. Can you go home with your mother? , I swear I'll be back soon..."

"You can't go! You promised me, you lied to me!" Aurora broke free from his hand, "You are trembling, you don't know when you will come back yourself! You liar!"

There was a clang, and the music box fell to the floor, and Aurora ran into the rain, past Snape into the darkness, tangled strands of hair running through his palms and arms.

"Ross—!"

Snape looked up at Edmond, turned around to follow Aurora's footsteps, but fell into a new vortex again.

It was a dim and dilapidated house, and the only light source was a lantern that was about to go out. Thick black shadows grew from all directions, trapping Edmond inside.

He wrote, "Dear Professor Dumbledore, I am willing to give my life to fight Voldemort. I pray that you will protect my family from this bad luck. I ask you, I ask you with all I have. ..."

Snape lowered his head and saw crumpled letter paper scattered all over the floor, covered with shadows, all of which wrote the same content:

"Love, Marianne, Rose. I love you all."

"Love, Marianne, Rose. I love you all."

"The paper is thin and the love is deep, kiss my love thousands of times."

"I am for them, and more for you."

"The soul returns, and love is always there."

Love.

This word appeared too many times, almost burning like a gun, scalding Snape's vision.He blinked, waiting for the next memory fragment to appear.

Once again twisted and shattered, Snape stood behind Edmond, looking at the hut in front of him.He saw the house number he wanted at a glance, and determined the location of Field's house.

It's time for him to leave this memory that doesn't belong to him.

Before he could make a move, however, Snape was drawn into the next scene.

There was no warmth in this memory, it was the heavy oppression that Snape was familiar with.The first thing that broke into the senses was Bellatrix's sharp and manic laughter, exaggerated and sick, the kind of horror that pierced the chest.Snape frowned habitually, trying to block out the woman's lunatic laughter as much as possible.

He was different from Bellatrix, that woman seemed to have hot magma instead of blood flowing in her veins, and she could destroy everything when she went crazy, regardless of the consequences.Snape was more inclined to deal with it in a calm and calm way, digging out all the value of the other party before considering how to deal with the problem.

Sometimes, though, he had to admit that Bellatrix's methods were effective.

Edmund was lying on the ground, his face covered with blood, his scorched and skinny hands were tightly holding a small cloth bag soaked in blood, his bloodless lips moved slightly, and his brown eyes that had lost their light looked straight and empty at Si Nepe.

He saw the little girl's smile in Edmund's eyes, pure and bright as the sun at dawn.

Long ago, Snape also saw this exact smile on Lily's face, so beautiful that when she smiled, the whole world was eclipsed.

Aurora looked up from Edmund's eyes, her warm brown eyes looking at him unblinking.

Snape jerked his head up from the Pensieve, and sat down in a bit of a mess on the old, dusty chair behind him.The chair immediately let out a painful groan.

If he remembered correctly, the cloth bag Edmond held in his hand at the end contained a strand of pale golden hair.It's similar to the signature hair color of the Malfoy family, but it's far warmer and softer.

Snape wiped his face, left the basement and came to the first floor, the cold wind blowing against his face, slipped in through the hole in his collar, and kissed his slightly emaciated but extremely alluring pale collarbone.

He looked at the note from the Dark Lord in his hand, it was written in thick and dark handwriting:

Find her and kill her.

……

Plymouth is not far from London, but it's not that close either.It was just before noon when Snape arrived.

He changed into a pure black outfit without any other decorations, just like he used to wear every time he received instructions from the Dark Lord.This color, which could endure and conceal any color, made Snape feel reliable.

When Snape arrived at Fielder's, the house seemed so quiet that no one was there.The locksmith who designed for Muggles obviously never thought that his work would face a wizard one day when designing the door lock, not to mention that even if the intruder is a Muggle sometimes it may not be really useful.

He walked into this room, relaxed as if he was the owner here.

Then Snape was sure that there was really no one here.

There were several books on the table, most of which Snape had seen, the top one was "Hogwarts, A History", which happened to be on the page of Slytherin's house motto.

Snape had no penchant for prying into the privacy of other people's homes, nor did he plan to sit in the living room and wait for the little girl to come back, so as to achieve the effect of a thriller movie - that's Bellatrix's style.So after he found no one here, he chose to wait in the opposite courtyard temporarily.

It wasn't long before he saw the girl, and one of the people he hated the most, Sirius Black.

Just as swaggering as his cousin and even more stupid.Bellatrix was at least a Slytherin.Perhaps this is the nature of the Black family.

He watched the three walk in coldly, and then the boy with golden brown eyes turned around and ran towards him.

Snape moved to the boy's blind spot until he was in the room in front of him, and soon there was a burst of cursing from within.

This is so normal.Snape didn't even look at the father and son, and turned his attention to Field's house again, and then Remus Lupine also walked in.And Aurora happened to be looking straight ahead at this moment, and Snape's eyes met briefly.

He suddenly thought of Lily, the girl whose eyes were always filled with fiery enthusiasm. Whenever he saw her, he felt that everything was full of hope.The bright, fiery light never left her eyes, as if burning from the soul.

There is a handful of shapeless water in Aurora's eyes, focused and quiet, gentle and clear.

From head to toe, the two people didn't even have the slightest similarity in their eyes, but it was inexplicable that Snape instantly associated them together.

The next second, she seemed to tremble, and then closed the door forcefully.

Then, Snape realized that it was probably because the eyes of these two people were too straightforward and unguarded, you could see into their hearts at a glance.

The author has something to say:

Originally, some friends said that it is best to release this episode later, but it was written and found that it had to be released, because the later plot involved it.

This episode happened in 1978, that is, at the time of the first three chapters of the main text, the person Aurora saw at the end of Chapter 3 was the professor.It can be regarded as explaining something about Aurora's father. It is true that the professor did not kill him, but of course he couldn't save him.After all, the professor wanted to become a Death Eater at that time, so it was normal not to save him.