[HP] Astringent

It took all of Snape's strength to suppress his trembling.He had tried his best to suppress the output of magic power and restrained the power of the Cruciatus Curse, but the pain a thousand times worse than the spell pierced his heart.Fortunately, the mask covered his face, and Voldemort couldn't see his expression of pain that Occlumency couldn't hide at the moment.

"What? After staying under Dumbledore for a long time, you can't even use the Cruciatus Curse anymore?" Voldemort sneered.Snape's feet went limp, as hundreds of needles pierced his body repeatedly.He fell to his knees, gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.Voldemort lost interest and waved his hand impatiently.Malfoy walked out of the crowd and bowed humbly: "I have something to report to you."

"If it can be more interesting, just ask."

"About the second half of the information you once wanted to know, I have a plan to help you get it back."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and Lucius whispered something in his ear.Voldemort said with relief: "You are as smart as ever, Lucius. Just do as you say." Lucius came to Vanessa with his wand in hand.

Voldemort stared at Snape with red eyes, and looked at him warningly: "Don't worry about the task I gave Lucius." Snape immediately looked away, and he continued with satisfaction, "You take Weasley go back, since Dumbledore thinks you are his, keep acting, don't disappoint me."

Snape spoke of his loyalty.A spell flashed, and Vanessa fell to the ground again.Snape picked her up and apparated back to Spider's End.

Snape put Vanessa on the bed, her eyes were open, she was lying still, as if she were dead if she wasn't breathing weakly.He was really scared, just a little bit, he almost lost Vanessa.

Snape used Occlumency in a desperate attempt to cool himself down, but found it impossible.He was trembling all over, and his mind was in a panic.He thought his heart had already dried up, and his eyes were blurred.He resented how Merlin could tease him like this, always asking him to lose again and again.

Not when he had to call Dumbledore to come over, but couldn't say the Patronus Charm when he drew his wand.Yes, his joy was all gone, gone with Vanessa's colder body.There were only a few puffs of pale white smoke from the wand.He tried again and again, commanding himself to recall the happiest memories.Only in this way can Vanessa be saved.But all the memories are like black and white under a layer of black veil.

Hurry up and succeed!hurry up!he urged himself.Vanessa's weeping face somehow broke into his memory.Yes, he never did anything to make Vanessa happy, but made her cry in despair time and time again.He regretted that he was so wrong.If I knew that death was close at hand, why couldn't I agree to her and make her happy.

Snape just wanted to go back in time now, just to see her standing in front of him.The memory froze to the noon when he met Vanessa, the sun was so hot that he couldn't open his eyes.Vanessa swayed her skirt and walked out from among the flowers. She was full of floral fragrance, and suddenly she got very close, so close that he could clearly see his own reflection in the other person's pupils.She gave him a frivolous smile: "Hello, my name is Vanessa Weasley."

Finally, a small thing emerged from the white mist, not the doe he was familiar with, but a butterfly.It landed on the wand, shaking its wings unhurriedly, and the intricate and gorgeous patterns on the wings became clear in the white mist.Then it flew out the window.

Vanessa sat on the bed in a daze. It had been the tenth day, and she was still like this.When taking medicine and eating, she swallowed it obediently, and had no reaction other than that, and never spoke.She often fell asleep while sitting like this, and sometimes sat up in the middle of the night without saying a word.

She stayed in bed like a puppet for ten days, and Snape sat on the chair beside the bed for ten days.Except for cooking her meals on time, he never left this room.

Snape wondered how Dumbledore had convinced the group of Gryffindors that Vanessa lived in a no-visit ward in St. Mungo's.Potions and instructions for caring for the sick are owled every two days.He took down the letter, and the doctor said that the bed caused by the Cruciatus Curse needs to recover slowly. It is a good thing that she is not crazy yet, but she is temporarily trapped in pain, and what is needed now is time.The doctor also said that the family members should talk to the patient every day.

Snape was not a man of words.He didn't know what else to say to Vanessa except sorry.It was Dumbledore who gave him advice, and he sent Vanessa's collection of poems.

Vanessa looked at the tiny translucent butterfly on her lap, like another Vanessa who didn't speak.Snape wanted something to keep her company.Sometimes he thinks it's good, and he will protect her from any harm.But he misses her more, the naughty, self-willed, noisy, quarreling and crying, her so vivid.

Snape opened the poetry book and continued where he had left off. This was the poem he had read: "I am afraid of your kisses, gentle girl, you need not be afraid of mine..."

Vanessa moved a little, and the little butterfly was immediately disturbed and flew to Snape's shoulder.Snape looked at Vanessa, and he walked excitedly to the bed.Vanessa didn't make any moves.Snape's eyes dimmed for a moment, and just as he was about to return to the chair, his sleeve was tugged lightly.

He bowed his head in disbelief as Vanessa's pale fingers caught his sleeve.Her expression changed, she was no longer ignorant, but struggling, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Vanessa?" he called softly.

The sound of "Sha" passed through his tongue, his lips, and turned into "Sa" through the deep and melodious voice, which was a bit lingering. Vanessa's heart trembled, as if something warm was inside her body Resurrected.

She blinked blankly, and before she could see Snape's face clearly, she was pulled into his arms.This hug is so careful, as if she is a snowflake, which will disappear and melt at any time.

Her thick and curly eyelashes moved, and Snape's suppressed voice sounded in her ears: "I'm sorry."

"Sev...Russ?" Vanessa didn't hug him back, but wrapped her fingers around the hem of his robe.How she wished to live in this hug forever, but was afraid of being pushed away.

"Barty Crouch Jr. is dead." Vanessa couldn't be more shocked, and Snape explained in a calm tone, "You don't have to kill people... I added a few drops of Veritaserum to him. Dripping chronic poison//medicine. Excessive mood swings will speed up the spread of the poison. On the night of being awarded, he died quietly."

Vanessa tightened her fingers: "Why?"

"If you still don't understand..." His voice was getting lower and lower.

Vanessa's tears welled up again, creeping into her heart with sour anticipation: "Is that what I thought?" The pause between Snape's breathing made her heart stop beating nervously.

Finally, Snape said, "Yes." Vanessa put her head in his arms and hugged him tightly.A kiss as thin as a feather fell on the top of her head.

It must be because she was trapped in the Cruciatus Curse for so long that she felt that the world was so bright and dazzling.

Everything has changed.

As someone who never hangs out with anyone for more than three months, Vanessa worried that if Snape really had to be with her, she would get bored quickly-yes, in her unknown and hopeless life. When you are unrequitedly in love, you think about this kind of thing secretly and shamelessly.

Facts have also proved that there is no need to worry at all, Vanessa seems to be more and more dependent on him.

"Sev, are you still there?" Vanessa turned off the shower and shouted out the door.

"Yeah." Snape's answer reassured her a lot.

Vanessa did not fully recover, she became suspicious and sensitive, and sometimes a little movement would drive her crazy, just like the real Alastor Moody, her spirit was in a state of tension for a long time, and she couldn't control her emotions for a while. stress response.What's worse about her is that she sometimes has magical riots, which are all sequelae left by previous magical trauma.So Vanessa couldn't leave her side at all, and Snape guarded her every day.

Vanessa was rubbing her body when a huge spider fell from the ceiling, right in front of her eyes.She froze for a moment, then screamed out in fear.The next second Snape rushed in with his wand raised.He followed Vanessa's trembling fingers to finish off the scary spider.Then he put on her bathrobe without looking sideways, and was about to go out.

Vanessa was trembling with fear, and couldn't bear to make Snape worry too much, so she put on a faceless face, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, put her chin on his shoulder with her feet, The head said innocently and innocently, "Why don't you look at me?" To their right was a mirror, and if the heat hadn't covered the mirror, Snape could have seen everything if he turned his head.Even so, just the soft touch with a little moisture on the back is enough to make people feel distracted.

Vanessa actually hugged Snape, and even the greatest fear disappeared.She lightly pecked his earlobe, and said with a smirk, "Am I not good-looking?"

His ears were burning, and his sharp tongue seemed useless at the moment.In the end, he could only snort fiercely, close the door and leave.He wanted to slam the door, but Vanessa would be afraid of such a big movement now.

When Vanessa put on her pajamas and walked out of the bathroom, Snape was still standing at the door. He closed the potions book in his hand and turned around without looking up.Vanessa stuck to it, and softly called out: "Sev..."

Snape paused.Vanessa found a pattern, when she called him "Sev" in a coquettish tone, Snape would become very talkative, and she would never tell Snape, his ears would turn red.

"Let's clean up tomorrow."

Snape finally looked at her with a face full of rejection: "I don't think it's necessary."

"I see." Vanessa nodded readily.

Snape was familiar with her routines in countless confrontations with her, she would not compromise so quickly, so he folded his arms, waiting for her next words.Vanessa didn't intend to continue.She threw their robes into the wash-tub, said a series of charms, and the clothes rubbed themselves.

After finishing everything, she burst out laughing when she saw that Snape was still waiting for her next words: "Don't you want to take a bath with me? I agree."

"Fan, Ni, Sha!"

"But there are bugs in the house, I'm really scared." Vanessa looked at him pitifully with her big eyes blinking.She silently recited three numbers in her heart: one, two...

Sure enough, Snape relented.

After ten o'clock, Vanessa was in bed.She was reading a Muggle novel, sent by the Gryffindors.Dumbledore told them that Vanessa was fine.

Snape sat on the bed and opened a bedtime book as well.Vanessa naturally leaned into his arms.

Vanessa looked at him intently, thinking how long it had taken her to get Snape to agree to sleep with her?About three days.And it was probably because on the third night she had a nightmare, dreaming that Voldemort was standing in front of her hideously with his wand.The pain of being hit by the Cruciatus Curse in the dream came back, very real.When Snape ran over from the sofa, she struggled to lie on the ground.Afterwards Snape didn't trust her to sleep alone anymore.

Vanessa read the book for a while, then closed her eyes in a daze.Seeing that she was asleep, Snape softly helped her to lie down and turned off the lamp.