Severus Snape really believes that excessive and undisguised protection is always a terrible thing. If Emond had simply left his family alone and disappeared completely, and if he had not asked Dumbledore to intervene in his family's affairs, the Dark Lord would not have decided to make the girl disappear.
Under the title"Half-blood protected by Dumbledore," the dark lord first noticed the word"Protected by Dumbledore.". It was only later, of course, that Severus Snape realized that things were not as simple as he thought.
Emond was one of the first to join Order of the Phoenix and one of the Dark Lord's biggest problems, and that alone is enough. As for the deeper stuff, Severus Snape is not very interested at the moment.
La Verne Klaw has always been wise and knowledgeable, but when they are emotionally involved, they are no better than Gryffindors at doing stupid things. So at Hogwarts, Slytherin is always the one at the top, because they can not even say the reverse control and use of emotional influence.
There are times when wisdom is not enough. You have to have the patience and self-control to master it. Slytherin is a snake, and when they swim past the hot knife, that's when the real metamorphosis happens.
...
Anyone who aspires to join the Death Eaters should know that their first assignment is for one day only.
Severus Snape did not wait long in Works's courtyard before seeing Siris, Sardinia leave with Remus. Aurora came out to see them off, glancing cautiously in the direction she had been standing. But it was clear she'd lost sight of it, because Severus Snape had switched places.
Then she went back into the house and whispered something to Mrs. John Field. When she came out again, Severus Snape saw her in an ankle-length blue overcoat, her hair tangled up in her overhigh collar, and a wide-brimmed fisherman's hat with a bit of a slinky brim, the flower-like brim of her hat hung almost to Aurora's eyes, covering hers as well.
Every now and then, the little girl would lift her hat and look around warily. Severus Snape kept her close like a shadow, and he noticed that the little girl had the same warm brown eyes as her father.
The dark birch wand slipped a few inches from her palm, and Severus Snape followed Avrora for a long walk. The little girl was still alive. When she was in a crowd, Aurora stopped walking briskly and began to walk gingerly through the crowd, lowering her hat-brim even lower.
Everyone around her was looking at her with disgust or fear.
She suddenly lifted her shoulders and accelerated forward. Severus Snape took a bigger step and caught up with her easily. In contrast to his quick, crisp pace, Severus Snape's hand movements were hesitant.
The words of the Dark Lord rolled over in his mind and he realized how difficult it was to implement these four simple words. The subject of death was no stranger to Severus Snape, who had seen so much at his age that he had learned how to look on calmly.
But so far, he has been accepting, not creating.
In fact, the Dark Lord's attitude has always been a bit of a mystery to Severus Snape. He seems to really like himself, and he's welcome to join, but far from trusting. Severus Snape showed loyalty in every way he could think of, but the dark lord clearly had his own reasons.
"Your determination reminds me of those blinding flames," the dark lord once said to him.
He was right that his determination was like fire. From the day Lily and Jaime announced their engagement, there was no end to the flames. It took root in Severus Snape's heart, and it burned in his bone marrow, as tenacious as he had been in life and death.
The day they announced their engagement, Severus Snape didn't hesitate to join the would-be Death Eaters. The fire in Lily's eyes that had lit up his entire childhood was finally flooding the area and killing him.
But the fire had not yet consumed all his reason and principles, so Severus Snape was not sure he was going to take the leap. He is willing to serve the dark lord, but there does not seem to be a"Kill with your own hands" in the preparations.
He had thought that this day would come, but not now.
Anyone who aspires to join the Death Eaters should know that their first assignment is for one day only.
Not far away, Aurora slipped into a rather unassuming-looking video store. The moment she pushed the door open and entered, she took off her hat and reached out to the back of her neck to free her long hair from her collar. She shook off a large piece of her soft light gold color and let it fall behind her.
"Mr. Merritz, I've come to return the records you rented me last time," said Avrora, taking some from his coat pocket and handing them to the man in front of him, "They're all great. Thank you for renting them to me at a low price."
Merritz put his cigarette out in a glass ashtray on the table, looking at the little girl, she smiled helplessly and said, "There are fewer and fewer people who are willing to rent records now. If you can meet one, you can meet one. How about it? What would you like to listen to today?"
"I don't know yet. I'll have to see."
"I've just come across a good old-fashioned gramophone. You can pick one out and I'll play it for you."
"Thank you."
Aurora turned and disappeared into the aisles and stacks of records in the store. Severus Snape angled her eyes to see her crouching in front of the row of records under the glass, muttering "Whitney Houston,""John Lennon,""Beatles.".
Severus Snape had no idea what he was talking about, but Aurora's back was to him now, and there was nothing but glass between them, a narrow passageway that led up to him.
The soft sunlight, streaming down from the glass window, shone on the little girl, who had no idea what she was doing. She began to look up at the higher things, her hair almost shaking the gold off her head.
Eventually, Aurora picked one up, put it on the phonograph, and climbed onto a barstool to sit face to face with her boss, her slender legs reaching down to the floor and poking out from under her azure coat, place cheerfully to the rhythm on the metal foot rest of the stool.
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine."
"You make me happy when skies are gray."
"You'll never know dear,how much I love you."
"Please don't take my sunshine away."
Severus Snape was taken aback. It was the song he had heard most when he was a child. His mother used to sing it to him. The wooden guitar was strumming happily. The gentle and deep voice of a grown woman was interwoven with the tender and gentle voice of a young girl. Occasionally, a husky man was humming along.
It was a strange feeling, for Severus Snape's memory of the song had always been grey and tinged with the faint scent of her mother's magic potion. They are always floating in their insomnia fear of the night, again and again to calm their nervous nerves, comfort themselves to sleep.
Now, still in the shadows, he could reach out and touch the long rays of light that barely peeked out from behind the clouds.
He thought of his mother, of the comfort he felt curled up in her arms, holding her bony body.
Severus Snape hesitated for a moment, then put down his half-raised wand. He listened to the whole song in silence, hiding in the arms of the shadow, over and over again.
After a long time, the music stopped. Aurora and Merritz chatted for a while, rented the record at a very low price, and opened the door to walk out.
Severus Snape thought she was going straight home, but Aurora had turned right when she should have turned left. Passing by a flower shop, she bought some freesia as usual, and then came to the bank of a river to sit quietly.
She took off her overcoat and folded it on a dry stone, picked up her skirt and tied a knot around her knee, then dipped her feet in the river and looked at the water in front of her without a word, fingering her pocket watch on her chest, her father, Emond.
Severus Snape realized something was amiss. The girl looked different from the one he had seen in his memories. She was so quiet that she had no violent outbursts of emotion, even after learning of her father's death, and the little girl he had seen in the pensieve, who had been thrown away by Emond's departure, it's like a completely different person.
He now wondered whether Emond had faked his own memory, or if he had mistaken him for someone else. But the presence of Siris, Sardinia and Remus suggests he was right.
But... ... wait a minute, these are not his things to think about. Severus Snape closed his eyes, remembering what Legend had said to him. He hadn't made up his mind yet . Perhaps, he can choose not to use the death curse, the use of their own creation without a shadow of God. As long as he did not use the counter-curse to save her, the two spells would have the same effect, but it would take longer and the process would be more painful.
Or should I just go with"No Shadow"?
Severus Snape still hesitates.
He was not sure how much deceptive consolation it would have been to do the same thing in a different way. He's not a nice guy in the traditional sense of the word, and if he was standing across from a James Potter, Severus Snape would have thrown himself out a couple of times, but he had not yet learned, at the age of eighteen, to pave the way for what he wanted with an irrelevant life.
As much as he needs it. In his view, this is the only way. Perhaps Severus Snape should have thought of all this the day he decided to become a Death Eater. Everyone is responsible for all the choices they make, no matter how they are handled.
He hesitated for a moment, not far in front of the girl still know nothing. But before he could do anything, a voice that was very familiar and old suddenly sounded behind Severus Snape. "I didn't know you had a history with the boy's father, Severus."
Severus Snape looked back and saw Dumbledore standing behind him in his magnificent magenta wizard costume, still holding the elder wand that had just been cast with the cloaking and silencing spells. Dumbledore waved his wand at him as a greeting. "Or do you know this child?"
Severus Snape was suddenly gratified by his hesitation, and answered without a change of expression, "It was her father, Professor Dumbledore."
"Oh, I suppose so, and so say the Siris, Sardinia and Remus children," said Dumbledore, smiling, his bright blue eyes looked straight at Severus Snape. "You've come to see the poor thing, haven't you?"
"Yes," said Severus Snape, who had mastered the art of occluding the brain so easily and so easily. Among other things, he was confident that he could get away with blocking Dumbledore's mind, as he had done so many times before.
"She has her father's smile."
"Yes, the eyes too."
"I seem to have forgotten to ask how you two met."
"Emond saved my life in an accident in Diagon Alley a year ago."
Dumbledore's eyes flickered again, and he looked blurry behind his crystal glasses. "Then why don't you go up and say hello to her? I see you've been standing here for a long time."
To be honest, sometimes Severus Snape feels like he's dealing with a whitewashed version of the Dark Lord when he's dealing with their principal.
"I've only met his father once, and I can't find anything to say," Snape replied after a pause. "And the more people come, the worse she'll be."
"That's true," sighed Dumbledore. "Emond really is Professor Flitwick's favourite student. He's still sad and can't believe it."
"I'm so sorry," Severus Snape said in an unsuccessful attempt to sound sympathetic. Then, realizing that whatever spell he was using was now impossible, he said to Dumbledore, "I just came to see his family. It's time to go."
"Are you sure you don't want to Say Hello?" Dumbledore looked kindly at Aurora, who was still dazed by the river. "You must know that there are many things you can never regret, or you must never do anything you regret."
Severus Snape stopped and looked at him, then turned to look at Aurora, who was walking away from him. "Maybe not," she said in a low voice. "She'll be in a good mood."
Dumbledore nodded in understanding. "Well, the professor of Horace Slughorn was just looking for you. Go back and see if he needs any help."
"Goodbye, Professor."
"Goodbye."
Severus Snape walked quickly back, imagining how he could make things right for the Dark Lord. On the path beside him, a woman, almost blind, came trembling over and called out in Severus Snape's direction, "Roth?"
She felt someone passing in front of her.
Aurora turned and saw her mother across the way. She smiled brightly and ran to her barefoot. "Mommy!"
The Sky was gray and the sun was long and soft.
...
Four years passed, and Severus Snape was inaugurated after more than half a year as dean of Slytherin.
A large group of new students was led into the dining room of Hogwarts by Professor mcgonagall, full of curiosity about everything around them.
Severus Snape sat in his seat, annoyed by the overactive atmosphere. He looked up in disgust at the group of freshmen who seemed to choke themselves to death by swallowing their exclamations.
Then a familiar, pale blond head came into his line of sight.
Snape paused for a moment, feeling that he had seen the man somewhere, and had a vague impression.
Before he could think of an answer, he laughed with the Gryffindor students, his warm brown eyes curling into a lovely crescent.
She smiled, and Severus Snape instantly remembered the daughter of Ravencroft.
"Hufflepuff!"
The Sorting Hat announced the aurora house loud and happy, and Severus Snape let out a sigh of relief at the sight of her and sprang to her seat at Hufflepuff's dining table. The bright lights of the dining room fell on her hair, which swayed in crystal waves.
Severus Snape, look away again.