HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

Standing on the top of the hill, Dumbledore heard the wind whine among the trees.He looked down at the black-robed wizard who had lost his weapon in front of him.

"Don't kill me!" he said, kneeling on the ground, looking very flustered.

"That was not my intention." Dumbledore said calmly, his eyes fixed on the man in front of him.No doubt he remembered the kid, a brilliant young Slytherin who had secretly invented a spell, but most impressive of all was the startled and hateful teenager who had just emerged from the hospital wing.

"How is it, Severus? Lord Voldemort has any message for me?" The old man sighed secretly when he thought of the boy who tried to implicate several students in dropping out of school and even being sent to Azkaban a few years ago because of his personal enmity.In fact, the mistake Sirius Black made at that time was indeed very serious, but neither James Potter, Remus Lupine, nor Peter Pedilu knew anything about his friend's prank.Therefore, Snape's request to report the matter to the Ministry of Magic was strongly blocked by him.

But Snape was not in the mood to recall the grievances between himself and his former headmaster at this moment, he wrung his hands in distraught, and didn't even care about his wand that was knocked out.

"No—no message—I came for myself!" He looked down, not looking at Dumbledore's face illuminated by the fluorescent light on the tip of his wand, "I—I brought an alarm—no , a request - please -" He lowered his head and put away his sensitive self-esteem.

With a wave of his wand, Dumbledore immediately cut off the sound of the wind around them: "What can a Death Eater ask of me?" He said, his tone seemed a little puzzled.

Snape's heart sank immediately, but the regret in his heart forced him to do something to ensure the safety of her—his only sunshine since he was a child, the woman he admired in his heart.He never thought that uttering that prophecy would bring her danger...

He opened his mouth with difficulty: "That—that prophecy...that prediction...Trelawney..."

"Ah, yes," said Dumbledore, remembering that the man in front of him had been friends with Lily when he was a student, but in these days of war, that seemed a long, long time ago.

"How much did you convey to Voldemort?"

"Everything—everything I heard!" Snape was keenly aware of the other's cold guard, "so—because of that—he thought it was Lily Evans!

"The prophecy didn't say it was a woman," said Dumbledore unimpressed.Recently, the spies placed by the Order of the Phoenix among the Death Eaters have lost contact. He must be cautious about all the news... After all, no one can guarantee that the news sent to him will not be a trap for Voldemort.

"The prophecy speaks of a boy born at the end of July..."

"You know what I mean! He thinks it's Lily's son, and he's going after Lily—killing them all—" Snape said anxiously.

"Since Lily is so important to you, Voldemort will surely save him from death, right? You can't beg him to spare that mother and use her son in exchange?" Dumbledore mocked.

Snape couldn't hear Dumbledore's attitude from his tone with little emotional change, he pursed his lips helplessly, and his face began to turn pale.He thought... He thought that after hearing the news, Dumbledore would definitely protect the Potter family immediately.Aren't they his lovely loyal Gryffindors?Why... Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes fixed Snape sternly, as if pressing him for an answer.

"I - I begged him -" Snape thought of the several heartbreaks he had suffered to pray for Voldemort, and his heart became more and more panicked. He was worried that it was because of his pleading that Voldemort had strengthened his commitment to the Potter family. Killing heart, he doesn't care about Potter, but Lily...

"You disgust me." Dumbledore said contemptuously, frowning at Snape's attitude, "So you don't care if her husband and children live or die? They can die as long as you can get what you want? "

The man flinched at the accusation, said nothing, and looked up at Dumbledore.

"...then hide them all," he said hoarsely, "keep her—them safe. Please."

"And what will you give me in return, Severus?"

Dumbledore looked at him uncertainly, as if he could see through all his thoughts.

"In return?" Snape looked at Dumbledore tongue-tied, and after a long moment he said, "Anything."

The old man smiled, and finally trusted the young Death Eater a bit more: "Hogwarts has not yet found a suitable Potions professor. Given your sincere cover letter from a month ago, I think... ?”

Snape understood this point. Since the Dark Lord asked him to go to Hogwarts to apply for a job, it is absolutely impossible for another suitable candidate to appear-they all knew that if this was not the case, Dumbledore would never have Hire a Death Eater as a professor.

He nodded without trying to bargain.

"Then, I will send the acceptance notice to you."

Dumbledore was gone, and the Silencing Charms around him disappeared, leaving only the howling wind that blew Snape's black and messy hair even more messy.

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No one can deny Severus Snape's love for potions. Sitting in the potions classroom, Dumbledore smiled and watched Snape angrily wave his wand to eliminate a pot of potions that had become semi-solid. Medicine, frowning to suppress the urge to deduct Gryffindor's house points.

It had to be admitted that if this young potion genius really wanted to protect Lily, then the Order of the Phoenix would get a great boost.However, it was clear that Snape had no intention of betraying Voldemort at the moment, and his only purpose in finding Dumbledore was to protect Lily.

While thinking, the Potions class was over, Dumbledore waved his wand to revoke the invisibility spell on his body, and appeared in front of Snape: "Severus."

The young man paused as he packed his tools, and raised his eyebrows: "Is there any order for the greatest white wizard to secretly listen to a trivial lesson from a humble Death Eater? I think you probably didn't just want to Come to make sure if I treat your dear students as experimental objects?" He was secretly surprised, seeing Dumbledore's appearance, he stayed in the classroom for a long time, but he never noticed his Existence, if Dumbledore's purpose was to kill himself...

"No, of course I believe you won't do that," Dumbledore crossed his fingers, leaning comfortably on the back of the chair, noticing Snape's movements, he froze for a moment because of the word 'believe' , "We need blood tonic, Severus."

"I see." Suppressing the throbbing in his heart when he heard the word 'believe', the Potions Professor tried his best to look unmoved, "I have blood tonic in stock in my office. "

As he spoke, he wanted to get the potion requested by the other party.Dumbledore stopped him.

"No hurry, we still have a small amount in stock. Severus, I want to talk to you."

Snape paused, subconsciously, he didn't want to have any conversation with Dumbledore - whatever it was about.But the reality is that Lily's safety makes him unable to refuse.

Dumbledore obviously saw the resistance of the man in black.

"Come to my office at eight o'clock tonight?" said Dumbledore, "and take the blood tonic we need, by the way."

The man nodded wildly, relieved at the delayed conversation.No matter what he was going to talk about, he had to think it over... think about it...

He almost ran away from the potion classroom, avoiding the tolerant sight behind him who seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

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Snape was distraught.

Maybe no one saw it - no, he thought, Dumbledore must have.In Hogwarts, a place that really gave him a sense of belonging, where the students affirmed his abilities and respected her status as a professor, Snape's heart to follow Voldemort was shaken.Especially... Even Lily specially wrote a letter to congratulate him.

Snape had to admit that he was happy in the innocent and childish trust of the students, even though he knew in his heart that when they knew his identity as a Death Eater, such admiration and trust would cease to exist.But Snape didn't deny that he had even considered betraying Voldemort these days and going all the way to Dumbledore...

Even Dumbledore said 'believe' in himself...

Snape shook his head violently, pushing all the struggle out of his mind - he couldn't buy into the idea of ​​protecting Muggles, he was an ambitious Slytherin, and he wouldn't be stupid because of Gryffindor To trust is to change one's decision - he had chosen the Death Eaters himself, all along.

He took the prepared blood tonic and went to Dumbledore's office. It hadn't reached the eight o'clock that Dumbledore said, but he had already decided to clearly reject Dumbledore's invitation to talk - he didn't need others to shake him No one can shake his own belief...

When Snape stood in front of Dumbledore, the old wizard was sitting behind his desk writing a letter. He seemed not surprised by the early visit of the Potions Master, but calmly raised his hand to signal Mr. Snape Sit aside and wait.

All the words he had prepared in his mind on the way were blocked back, Snape pursed his lips, the etiquette he had heard and seen in the seven years in Slytherin did not allow him to interrupt Dumbledore at this moment, so he had to sit down and wait for the old man The wizard finished the work at hand.

Dumbledore's letter seemed insanely long, and Snape didn't finish writing it until he was hungry, and the wizard, who had surprisingly little patience for things other than potions and Lily Evans, was already impatient , He secretly observed the layout of the principal's office, and forced himself to wait for a while.

"I'm sorry, Severus, I didn't expect it to take so long." Dumbledore finally put down his pen before Snape couldn't help but explode, and he glanced at the time, "You know, when I was creating, I would occasionally Felt like a Cornish elf in a cage with inspiration and couldn't wait to get out... I guess we've missed dinner, why don't you join me?"

The extremely efficient elf put the dinner for two on the table in no time, without giving Snape any reason to refuse.

"……All right."

……

Snape, who left the principal's office, was in a daze. He didn't understand why he, who had made up his mind to refuse the conversation, not only watched Dumbledore write the letter for more than an hour, but also had dinner with him and had a " Heart-to-heart' conversation.

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"I've noticed that you've done a good job as Potions Professor, Severus, and the children trust you."

"Of course, I believe that you are talented enough to be a potions professor. You must know that there are very few people who can achieve special achievements in their own fields at this age... You are the Hogwarts I know The youngest professor in Ciri."

"I know that many students are a little clumsy when dealing with potions..." Facing the young teacher's dissatisfied complaints, Dumbledore smiled tolerantly, "Of course you have to deduct points for students who are not so good in class The right to ... well, I promise I won't accuse you of partiality."

……

He acted like a brat whining like an elder.He commented unhappily on himself half an hour ago, strode across the corridor, entered his office, and then remembered that it was his turn to watch the night today.

Snape snorted coldly, put on a cloak and left the office in the wind, sweeping across the corridors of Hogwarts with cold strides.

——Finally Dumbledore was willing to allow himself to deduct points at will, and Snape, who had been restraining his desire to deduct points before, finally let go.

He made up his mind to use the night-swimming students he caught to appease his anger at being led by Dumbledore. Anyway, deducting their points is also for these children, isn't it?

He strode towards Gryffindor.

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I know that this cp is super cold, maybe there will be no food for several years...so those who like this cp should leave more comments, okay?

After all, if there are few readers and few comments, the motivation to write articles will be very... insufficient_(:з」∠)_

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Dialogues are sometimes intercepted from the original work, and I will not indicate them one by one later