HP's Lost and the Lighthouse

"Maybe I might..." Snape said hesitantly, "help Draco."

Looking at Narcissa's eyes that suddenly brightened in front of him, he suddenly felt annoyed—he must have been dazzled by Narcissa's... that kind of mother's attitude of protecting the child, and the burden on him was already heavy enough No, it shouldn't be, and there is no need to take on the responsibility of taking care of Draco...

But Narcissa looked up at him with a pale face, as if she had found her last hope: "Severus—Severus—are you willing to help him? Are you willing to take care of him and ensure that he is safe?"

Snape pursed his lips: "I can give it a try." He said with reservations.

But Narcissa didn't care about his attitude, she dropped the wine glass that Snape had thrust into her hand before, slid off the sofa, and knelt at Snape's feet.She clasped Snape's hand in both of her own and stared at him intently.

"If you'll be there to protect him... Severus, can you promise? Can you make an unbreakable vow?"

"The Unbreakable Vow?" Snape repeated, his expression suddenly darkened.Naturally, he had already promised that Dumbledore would take over the responsibility of killing the old man from Draco, and he had also promised Narcissa that he would protect Draco, so it seems that taking this oath will not have any effect— ——However, in Snape's mind, promising Dumbledore and promising others that he would kill the old man were two completely different concepts, which made him subconsciously resist this oath.

Bellatrix smiled smugly and mockingly, but neither Snape nor Narcissa paid her any attention.

The man stared into Narcissa's tear-stained blue eyes for a long time, feeling her lips trembling against the back of his hand.His pair of black and deep eyes suddenly went into a trance.

"Of course," he said softly, "Narcissa, I can make an Unbreakable Vow. Perhaps your sister will agree to be our witness."

Snape lowered himself down, kneeling opposite Narcissa.He bowed his head, and his dark hair hung down from both sides of his cheeks, blocking his expression like a curtain.

"You need a wand, Bellatrix," Snape reminded coldly.The female Death Eater didn't seem to have thought about the possibility of Snape agreeing at all, and the astonishment on her face was hardly concealed.

She drew out her wand, stepped forward under Snape's impatient urging, and tapped the tip of her wand on their clasped hands.

Narcissa spoke, and her voice was calm as opposed to the flustered pleading before: "Severus, will you watch over my son Draco while he tries to fulfill the Dark Lord's will?"

"I am willing."

A thin flame shot from Bellatrix's wand and wrapped around their clasped hands.

"Are you willing to do your best to protect him from harm?"

"I would." Snape said, still bowing his head, his black figure almost blended with the shadow cast by the dim lamp above his head, like a statue.

"Also, if necessary...if Draco is about to fail..." Narcissa whispered, almost whispering.Snape suddenly realized what she wanted, his hand trembled in hers, but he didn't try to pull it away.

"Are you willing to carry out what the Dark Lord told Draco to do?"

Unsurprisingly.

Snape's heart sank suddenly, he looked up at Narcissa's blue eyes lit by the flames of the Unbreakable Vow, and fell silent for a moment.

"I am willing."

As Bellatrix watched in disbelief, a last thin tongue of flame shot from her wand, illuminating the dimly lit room.

Snape let go and stood up.He looked at Narcissa who was standing next to his sister, and the corner of his mouth twitched inexplicably.

"Thank you, Severus," Narcissa whispered.

The man nodded.

……

At the end of an exceptionally bad summer, Snape finally had some good news - though in this case, the news wasn't as cheering as he had thought it would be.

Dumbledore had finally - 15 years after he arrived at Hogwarts - given him his coveted position.

If Snape didn't know about Dumbledore's curse and the Dark Lord's plan, it would probably be a very happy thing for him, but in this situation, he can only think of Dumbledore To him that - 'Did Voldemort foresee that in the near future he would no longer need spies at Hogwarts? '

It just reminded him again and again of Dumbledore's short life and... the murder that was about to end the old man's life.

Hogwarts' opening dinner didn't become shabby because of Voldemort's return, and even the professors were more relaxed and cheerful than usual, and under such circumstances, the gloomy-faced Snape seemed particularly out of place up.

Dumbledore looked at Snape who forced a smile under the congratulations of his colleagues, and looked around at the students who had already taken their seats.At this moment, a bright silver patron saint ran in and circled the professor's chair, but it seemed that no recipient was found. Dumbledore held out his wand to stop it.

The old man listened carefully, with a smile on his lips.

"Severus," he said briskly, "I noticed that our Gryffindors lost a student who should have been here, and you wouldn't mind going to the door to greet the late little gentleman?"

Snape glanced at the long Gryffindor table, nodded, stood up silently, and left the auditorium.

Professor McGonagall was leading this year's freshmen from the foyer into the auditorium, and he couldn't help but glance at Snape who passed him by in surprise.But the incoming Defense Against the Dark Arts professor didn't notice the old colleague's gaze, and hurriedly strode out with the wind in his arms.

The gates of Hogwarts are not short distances from the castle foyer, but the distance from the Quidditch station to the gates is much longer than that.Snape took a lantern from Filch's office, and then left the castle and walked towards the gate.

This distance had calmed Snape a lot. He walked to the door, looked at Potter's bloody face outside the door, and sneered as he opened the chain wrapped around the door with his wand.

"You've finally shown up, Potter, but you obviously think wearing school robes would spoil your looks." He turned to look at the frowning Tonks, "There's no need to wait any longer, Nymphadora. It's very - well - safe in my hands."

He let Harry through the door and closed it in Tonks' face.

It was completely dark, and only the lantern in Snape's hand illuminated the road ahead of them.

"Fifty points deducted from Gryffindor for being late," said Snape, not much pleasure in his tone, but of course Harry didn't think so - in fact, the boy was terribly annoyed.

"And, let me see, another twenty points off for wearing Muggle clothes. I don't think there's any house that's just started term—dessert isn't served—" his voice broke He smiled a little, "You got deducted points. You probably set a record, Potter."

Harry's breath of pent-up rage echoed undisguisedly around him.This made Snape's mood slowly brighten up.

He taunted Potter, and drove the pissed-off boy into the auditorium—of course the man knew how much discussion a late Harry Potter with blood on his face would cause when he walked into the auditorium like this, but it was none of his business Woolen cloth?

He walked briskly back to his seat from the side door near the professor's chair, and sat down beside Dumbledore, with a pleasant smile on his lips.

Dumbledore turned his head to look at him, but said nothing.

The author has something to say:

Our principal, in fact, is still eccentric, hahahahahaha

Dumbledore: Severus is in a bad mood...or let Severus pick up Harry, he will be in a good mood when he comes back

Harry: Headmaster!Principal, doesn't your conscience ache?Where is the friendship of us squatting in the broom shed of the Weasleys and persuading Professor Slughorns together? ? ? ? ?

Snape: Huh