[HP] Butterfly Effect

The dream is always so real and profound, the sky above the head is a solidified eternal night, dark and cold, so depressing that people can't breathe.There is no light, no color, no bounds, no end in sight and no end in sight.There are only vague outlines of rolling hills all around, so barren that there is no trace of life, a barren land, ghosts and ghosts are silent.

There were raindrops falling from an invisible place above the head, sparsely, dripping on the lake surface, creating turbid ripples.They penetrated the surface of the water and dived into the deep and dark interior, like meteors falling into the sea, their long tails were countless gray chains, firmly imprisoning Snape at the bottom of the lake.

He struggled to open his eyes, and the ubiquitous lake water was pressing on him, forming an unbearable substantial burden.He could almost hear the bones of his whole body groaning and groaning because of the heavy pressure, and the suffocation was pressing on him step by step.

Snape tried to struggle, but the chains held him tight and he couldn't move.

More apertures are bloomed, and images are gradually forming around them.

"Do you know how funny you look, Severus," someone said to him, with a sigh-like smile.

Then there was the content repeated ten thousand times - the dilapidated and messy home, the father's violent roar, the mother's thin embrace with the smell of bitter potion, even the light that climbed in through the window was gray.

The picture was reassembled in the ripples, and Snape saw a not-too-familiar cold blue ancient forest, the soil under his feet was soaked sticky by rain and blood.Bellatrix kicked the motionless man on the ground, the crazy, cruel and beautiful look in his eyes.

He stood in the rainstorm, staring at the dead man on the ground, and there was only a dim void in the man's dilated pupils.

The corpse lying on the ground has a pair of warm brown eyes with clotted blood.

He sank deeper in these waters.

Snape was forced to gasp for breath, and the water scrambled to surround him, oppressing his nerves and sapping his will to resist.He moved his fingers with difficulty to touch the place where he was most used to hiding his wand.

Almost subconsciously, he used the most reassuring spell: "Call God to protect—!"

A large piece of silver light exploded from above his head, illuminating the entire dark lake bottom, dispelling the shackles that bound him.A hand reached out from the silver light and grabbed Snape's hand, saving him from the unbearable darkness and suffocation.

Standing in the boundless and desolate dreamland, Snape saw a girl wearing a dark cloak squatting not far away, with a pure white daisy slowly blooming in her hand.

This scene was so familiar, he didn't even need to react to know who that person was.

"...Lily?" He walked towards her a little hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure if the girl in front of him was real or just another trap.

The girl paused when she heard Snape's voice, raised her finger to the left, and said in a clear and gentle voice, "You have to go this way to get out." After she finished speaking, she lowered the brim of her hat and walked away from him with her head down Pass.The moment they rubbed each other's shoulders, Snape instinctively grabbed each other's hand, and said in a daze: "Li..."

The soft and wide hat slipped down along the girl's long hair, pouring down a large piece of pale gold like sunshine.Snape froze for a moment, and immediately let go, seeing the girl finally turn towards him.

She has warm brown eyes with clotted blood.

Three o'clock in the morning on Christmas.Snape woke up from the dream, his exhausted body was a little sluggish from the low temperature of the winter night, and his arms and shoulders felt aching pain from his long-time bent-over-the-desk posture.

Outside the window was heavy and pale snow, which almost buried everything.

He frowned and moved his arms, and re-lit the fireplace with his wand, his headache was splitting, and his chest was filled with an irritable emotion.

This was the first time he had dreamed of the Fields and his daughter so clearly, and it felt terrible and very inexplicable.The once well-known member of the Order of the Phoenix among the Death Eaters had passed away for eight years, but Snape dreamed of him on this day eight years later without warning.

Or it can't be said that there is no sign, after all, he has inadvertently thought of Mr. Field a lot recently.The last two times were when Aurora mentioned her father, and when she met Adjani Stock in Diagon Alley.

Snape's movement of picking up the teacup paused for a moment, his thoughts became clear again in the gradually warming room temperature, and then he seemed to finally realize that the one who had just appeared in his dream was that Field's daughter.

He even mistook her for Lily.

She said, you have to go this way to get out.

How many years had it been since he had dreamed of anything other than Lily and childhood?

And the hand that reached out from the light of the Patronus Charm and pulled itself out of the bottom of the lake.

This feels very weird and unsettling.

Snape's eyes fell on the wand he had placed on the table, as if he had just seen it for the first time.After maintaining this movement for about 2 minutes, he suddenly realized that he was wasting time because of an illusory dream.This realization made him a little annoyed. Is there any point in accidentally thinking of someone who he witnessed death and was not very familiar with?

Has he seen too few deaths, and how many of them were done by him himself?

Thinking of this, Snape quickly cleared away the weird uneasiness that remained in his mind.

……

Aurora cut off the excess end of the thread with scissors, and spread out the entire charcoal black thick scarf on the bed for a careful inspection.After confirming that there was nothing wrong, she put the scarf, the old silver quill she bought from the Diagon Alley gift shop last time, and a bottle of high-quality ink into the paper box, and finally the usual cards.

After closing the lid of the box, Aurora pushed open the door of the room and went downstairs quietly.It was still dark, and the crisp dark blue light came in through the white snow piled up by the windows, and the blue snow color on the wooden stairs and handrails was very similar to the clear moonlight of a full moon.She came outside the Burrow, called Vux's owl, Hastings, and let it fly towards Hogwarts with a gift box and a fish-belly white that had just brightened in the east.

Molly came out of the bedroom while combing her hair. After seeing Aurora rubbing her eyes and coming in from the door, she was a little surprised: "Aurora, why did you get up so early?" Aurora blinked unnaturally To alleviate the foreign body sensation in his eyes, he smiled: "Maybe I slept too much on the train yesterday, and I wasn't too sleepy at night, so I didn't fall asleep much."

As she said that, she looked at the kitchen behind Molly, and asked, "I'm making breakfast, shall I help you?" Molly clapped her hands lively: "It couldn't be better."

Aurora took off her gloves and put them on the sofa. She walked carefully through the crowded living room in the thin and dim morning light, and tied up her long messy hair. She tripped over a stool several times along the way.She stopped, looked a little confused at the living room furnishings behind her, which were mostly hidden in the haze, and blinked hard a few times.

It must be too dark, she thought.

"Honey, let's make the fish soup first?" Molly brought out two processed cod and said to Aurora.

"it is good."

After dinner, it was always the children's entertainment time. George and Fred had a snowball fight outside the house.Aurora and Charlie were sitting on the stairs in the attic, facing the window, holding books and teaching five-year-old Ron and four-year-old Ginny to spell words.

Fred looked at the people in the window, winked at George who was beside him, tossed the snow ball in his hand, and then threw it towards the window.It was too late when Aurora heard the laughter of these two naughty ghosts, and when she turned her head, she was hit in the face by the cold snowball.The fine snowflakes penetrated into her eyes and nasal cavity, causing her eyes to turn red all of a sudden, coughing, and her eyes stinging.

Ginny and Ron laughed out loud at this scene, and reached out to catch the snow falling from Aurora's body, their chubby little hands were red from the cold.Ron also stuck out his tongue and licked the snow particles on his fingers curiously. Ginny stared at him with wide eyes, and then licked like him.

Before Aurora could react, Mr. Charlie stood up angrily and yelled at the twins outside: "Hey! You two are too much!" The duo made a face at Charlie, laughed and ran away , screaming while running, holding his throat: "Charlie is angry, Charlie is angry!"

Bill had a headache and smiled helplessly.

Charlie blushed from face to neck when they shouted, put Ron down and rushed into the snow, chasing them viciously: "I'll show you how angry I am!"

Ron and Ginny immediately lay on the window, giggling and applauding vigorously, cheering their brothers on in a childlike voice.Aurora wiped the snow and tears from her eyes with a scarf, and couldn't help laughing when she saw the three people chasing after her outside.

The chase ended with the three children rolling on the ground covered in snow.Charlie walked in rubbing his barely feeling hands, took the hot chocolate that Aurora handed him, and said through gritted teeth: "One day I'm going to beat them both up."

"You can't bear it." Aurora pointedly dismantled him, and said with a smile, "It's great to have such a brother, I'm quite envious." Charlie rubbed the cup to keep warm, and pouted: "No The two of them can tear down the house without being scolded by their mother in a day. When I think of the two of them going to school in the future, I am really worried about Hogwarts."

"But let me tell you, if one day the two of them really stop fighting, won't you get used to it?"

"...It seems to be really..."

"Right? At home, that's how it should be. How lively it is."

Charlie looked at the girl's side face, hesitated for a while, then held the cup tightly, and asked in a normal tone as much as possible: "Then...do you like our family?"

"Of course." Aurora replied without thinking, "I like everyone in your family, it makes people feel very happy here."

"Oh..." the boy scratched his head in frustration, and then said easily, "Hey, if you like our house, come here often. How about summer vacation? I can also take you to many interesting places around Look."

Aurora pursed her lips and was about to say something, but was interrupted by two owls outside the window.They came to give presents, one for Vaux and one for Aurora. Both boxes were wrapped in the same dark green paper.

Vox unwrapped the package and took a look. Inside was a new crimson cloak with simple style and fine workmanship. There was also a simplified version of the Gryffindor medal on the chest. The sewing technique was quite different from the entire cloak.

Aurora's eyes widened in surprise, not sure if she had seen it clearly, because she seemed to have seen that cloak in the gift shop in Diagon Alley, and it was the one Beverly bought at the time.

"Hey, who sent it?" Bill picked up the fabric of the cloak and touched it. It was smooth and supple, and the quality was quite good. He looked at his friend playfully with his blue eyes.Vox coughed twice in disguise, and put the cloak back into the box with his golden hand speed for playing games: "It's nothing, a very good friend. Where did we just talk?"

Bill and Aurora suddenly had inscrutable smiles on their faces, and they didn't ask any more questions in a tacit understanding.

At this time, Fred ran over holding the gift Arthur gave him: "Aurora, what did you receive?"

"Oh..." Aurora looked at the box in her hand, and replied after a pause, "It's... the book I bought at Lihen Bookstore two days ago." "Second-hand book?" Fred leaned over to read At a glance, the cover of the book looks old.

"Yes. Save money." She shrugged.

Those were some compulsory textbooks for the fifth grade. Aurora glanced at them, and they included the textbooks on Potions, Charms, Herbalism, and Transfiguration.There was also a thinner volume, which looked very new, with no title on the plain black cover.Aurora flipped through it, and found that it was full of plausible places when she was in class and writing papers.

She stared at the books a little blankly, then leaned back in her chair and stared at the ceiling.You should know that although the tuition fees of all students at Hogwarts are paid by the Ministry of Magic, they have to pay extra to buy textbooks and learn some advanced spells taught by Ministry of Magic staff themselves-such as Apparatus, and often The price will not be cheap.

Therefore, the books that Aurora will buy next semester will suddenly decrease a lot, and they are all very expensive compulsory textbooks.

She stayed in the chair for a while, then straightened up and looked through the cardboard box, and found a card inside.It reads in Aurora's familiar handwriting:

"Merry Christmas.

I hope you have made some plans for your future career, which will play a decisive role in the direction of your course selection after the fifth grade.

FYI, I will only admit students with an O in Potions in OWLs into Year [-]. "

This news is too tragic.

In light of the fact that Newt Scamander specially reminded her, as a natural animal trainer, that she needs to learn Potions well to ensure the safety of herself and magical creatures in the Christmas greeting letter she sent at noon, Aurora felt that she was miserable. You can jump off a building.

What happened to the sudden feeling that I would be short-lived?Sure enough, God is fair, if he gave you the ability to be a natural animal trainer, he would not give you the wisdom to learn potions well.

From this, Aurora seemed to understand at once why Mrs. Scamander was an Auror.I have to say that the careers of these two people are too well matched.

And most importantly, if she couldn't choose potions in the sixth grade, it basically meant that she wouldn't have anything to do with Snape anymore.This realization made her feel sad, very sad, even worse than when she thought she was going to be kicked out of Hogwarts.

Aurora stared at the "SS" at the end of the card, feeling that those two letters were not just written on this thin paper, but tattooed in her eyes and engraved in her heart.She finally discovered that what she feared the most was not being expelled from Hogwarts, but that after being expelled, she would never see him again.

However, she realized very clearly that her thoughts were nothing but delusions.Because she has never been the kind of gifted student who is extremely intelligent and comprehensible, and she is quite partial to subjects. After struggling in Potions for so long, she can barely touch the edge of E, and she has to rely on some luck. In most cases, the level of A is as immobile as a mountain, and the level of O is even unthinkable.

Except for the highlight of being a natural animal trainer, she is no different from most of the other students.Transfiguration and herbalism didn't count. Although they were subjects that Aurora was very good at and could easily get an O, they were not under Snape's control.

Anyway, she wasn't the type to be so tactful enough for Snape to take a second look.

Aurora suddenly remembered the books she read when she was studying in Muggle society. The author would always describe those terrifyingly strong powers or emotions in dark green colors.And knowing that there is no possibility to still be nostalgic and persistent is the delusion of you green.

So her liking is far more distant than delusion.

……

Back at Hogwarts, everything was business as usual.But there was something different, Aurora could clearly feel it.

That is, her eyes seem to be a little hard to see things in the distance, which makes her a little flustered.Because she found that when she was sitting in the last row of the classroom, she could not recognize the words written by Professor Hudson on the blackboard.

Excessive snow blindness can affect vision, and everyone in the Hufflepuff family has snow blindness.

It's a vicious cycle.

Maybe she should get glasses?

Aurora bit the tip of the quill pen annoyedly, and pulled the bangs that were originally docile.

She is only 15 years old now, and she has already begun to lose sight of things that she could see clearly in the distance. What should she do with so many winters in the future?

Melanie said that Hilary was completely blind when she was 60 years old, so she...

She suppressed a sigh and lowered her head, not looking at what Snape was writing on the blackboard.However, in the next second, Aurora was unluckily named by Snape: "I assume you sighed because you felt that what I taught was too simple for you, so you can keep your head down?"

The black-clothed professor stood at the front of the classroom, and cast a cold and hard gaze from almost the entire distance of the classroom, just like his voice: "Miss Field, please explain to others what I just wrote. mean."

Aurora decided that she was going to jump off the building.

She sat on her seat and looked up at the blackboard for a while, then stood up unnaturally. After opening and closing her lips several times, she finally said under Snape's gloomy face as if giving up: "I'm sorry, Professor, I see I don't know... what you wrote."

Hufflepuff deducted three points.Aurora can imitate what the other party will say next with his deep and melodious voice.

Several Slytherins sneered. After all, this reason sounds extremely clumsy, and it is simply a mentally handicapped version of "I don't know, I didn't attend the class".

However, Snape froze for a moment, then frowned and stared at the other party, his eyes changed from critical at first to scrutiny, but his voice was still cold: "What did you say?"

Caroline has covered her face for Aurora.

"I said..." Aurora had to repeat it bravely with that extremely oppressive eyes, and her eyes shifted to her own desktop, "I said I couldn't see clearly what you wrote, Professor... what is it?" .”

Snape didn't speak, his expression was not much better than before, it was hard to see whether he believed Aurora's words or not.But Aurora wasn't lying, she just couldn't see.

After a short silence, Aurora heard Snape say in a icy and slippery tone, "Then I guess your hearing is still at a normal level?"

"Yes……"

"Then sit down and maintain the state of 'listening' to the class, Miss Field." After Snape finished speaking, he began to explain the next content.

Cecilia was dumbfounded: "He didn't deduct points? Did he forget?"

Caroline looked serious: "Then don't let him think about it!"

Beverly turned her head slightly to look at Aurora in the corner of the classroom, as if she was thinking about something, then turned her head back to continue listening to the class.

The author has something to say:

Tips for digging sugar——

This is really my level, Axi! ! !Everyone is welcome to dig into the point that the professor thought of Aurora's father several times, which is actually a candy.

Of course, the last paragraph is even more sugary.