[HP] Daddy's Little Prince

In the morning, Harry woke up in Snape's arms again like the previous week, but he also ignored this as usual. In terms of treating two people always waking up with each other, Snape and Harry's attitude was surprisingly consistent - ignore.

Sitting up from the bed, Harry's vision was blurry. He didn't know where he put his glasses before going to bed last night, so he couldn't see clearly at all. Of course, he couldn't see everything, but his vision was blurred. The clarity caused him to feel dizzy when he just got up, but it was only this moment of dizziness, which made his hands unconsciously grope on the bed for a while-not to mention that he did it on purpose, but in fact he wanted to touch him black frame glasses!But, how could his poor glasses be on the bed, so the little savior's hand naturally touched a hard but warm object-well, it feels...very familiar, Harry nodded, not paying attention to being touched by him at all to the anger of the object at the moment.

Yes, anger.Snape felt very angry - the newly awakened savior touched his chest, and even muttered about his muscles - "hard...like a birthday present from Uncle Vernon... ...an old leather rug...would line my closet...'

Old leather cushions? !

Snape became an old leather mattress?Another nickname after Snotty?

The great potions master grabbed the paw that was still groping on his chest, and before Harry could scream, he stuffed the black-rimmed glasses that he took off last night and put on the bedside into his hand— ——The movements were done in one go, clean and neat, but he was still stunned when he saw the confused green eyes of the little savior—it was so similar, those eyes were incredibly clean.

"S...Professor Snape..." Harry blinked, the black-rimmed glasses in his hand made him feel much more at ease, "Thank...thank you."

"Hmph, don't think that you don't have any worries if you hide it from your dog godfather." Snape saw that he put on the glasses, which made him continue to taunt the savior with peace of mind, "Remember, no matter who asks you, you can't Reveal Prince's life experience."

"Of course, I remember." Harry nodded, "And I didn't hide Sirius from it, I also lied to many people." He rolled his eyes, looking very clever, "However, I still I didn't forgive you - you said my father was a scumbag."

"Hmph." This time, on this topic, Snape didn't continue to argue with him, because there was no need for a dead person—even if he was a scum in life, his death was not that valuable, but he still A dead man - to judge this person behind his back, of course, most of the negative judgments, Snape felt that it was meaningless.

He got up and went into the bathroom to wash up, and Harry was still sitting on the bed sulking—yes, he was going to get along with Snape for Prince's sake, and most importantly, fall in love with Snape and let Snape Snape fell in love with himself, but...he didn't like Snape's comments about his father - scum, how unacceptable it was, not to mention that his father died for him!

Curling his lips, Harry moved himself to the bathroom after Snape walked out of the bedroom.He had to sit at the long table with the Gryffindor team for breakfast in the morning—although he wanted to eat with Prince, but if Ron and the others found out that he didn't show up, he would definitely say something about Sney again. Snape abused him, of course Snape couldn't have done that.The little savior who thought he had fully figured out Snape's behavior pattern now felt that he was not afraid of Snape—except for saying things that he didn't like to hear, this Potions professor basically did all kinds of bad things If he doesn't come out, then why is he afraid of him?Bad words?ridicule?Hey, just treat him like a gust of wind!

After tidying himself up, Harry changed into his school robes. Although it was not very good to quarrel with Snape early in the morning, he decided to spare Snape a lot—you know, if it was last semester, he thought he In the future, he will tell his son or others that Malfoy is a scumbag, but... now it seems that Draco Malfoy is still a child, and he shouldn't care about the child.

The savior who entered the elder mode walked out of the bedroom and saw Prince packing his small schoolbag. He went over and gave his son a good morning kiss: "Good morning, Your Royal Highness."

"Good morning, Harry, did you sleep well?" The little prince kissed him back.

"Very well, I don't even know when you guys came back last night." He scratched his hair and messed up his already messy hairstyle, "It's not tiring to move, it's just explaining too much to everyone. tired."

"Yeah, I didn't expect them to believe it!" The little prince chuckled, "But Harry, that is, they will believe it now. As long as they think about it carefully, they will doubt you..."

"Okay, Prince, my little prince, you have to believe in your father's ability!" Harry's shining eyes made him look particularly radiant, "No one will doubt it, believe me, Ron and Herr If Min doesn't doubt, no one will doubt, even Mal... Draco, even he won't doubt." He said with certainty, "If there is any doubt, Severus will Would turn down the offer, wouldn't you?"

"Well, it's true." Prince nodded with a serious expression. He knew that there was a tacit understanding between his father and his father. Seeing how well they performed their tricks, Sirius had no room for doubt— — Well, cheating Sirius is nothing to be proud of, not even a big dog who didn't realize he was crying to get a Firebolt when he was five years old is not worth cheating at all, in fact, because All he could think about was Remus and all kinds of pranks!

The father and son looked at each other and smiled.Prince told Harry that he was going to study with Snape and listen in the first-year class—this was agreed by Dumbledore. Is it too dangerous, or let everyone know him, and once he encounters something, he will notify the professors as soon as possible, won't he?The judgment of the house-elf cannot be trusted too much.

"I can't believe it—" Seamus looked at the kid sitting on the long table in Slytherin, "That's Professor Snape's kid?! He doesn't look like Snape at all!"

"It's Professor Snape!" Hermione turned her head and glanced at him, "He's very cute, I've chatted with him, and although he hasn't been able to go to school yet, I promise he will be the best student when he goes to school — This proves that Professor Snape is very capable."

"He's just a eccentric old bat." Ron muttered dissatisfied.

"Ron, if you don't always look at Slytherin with colored glasses, Professor Snape can learn potions well even if he is partial to you-I don't think the potions I prepared are not too bad!" Hermione flicked Her disheveled hair almost fell into Ron's face, "Besides, if I know that you bullied Prince, I will beat you!"

"Hey, how could I bully a little bat!?" Ron yelled, before getting a big slap from Hermione, and Harry, of course, didn't agree with him and took a big liking to Hermione's violence .

"Ronald, don't think I don't know that you just muttered that you were going to play a prank on Prince!" Hermione stood up with her hands on her hips, with extraordinary momentum.

"Oh--"

"Our little brother—"

"Little Ronnie—"

"you can--"

"To anyone—"

"Prank, but—"

"You can't tell a child—"

"Prank!" the twins walked shoulder to shoulder, singing in chorus, "bullying a kid who didn't go to school, even a er Slytherin, even the son of the scariest professor, is - immoral, our little Ronnie , aren’t you afraid of mother’s yelling letter?”

"Okay, okay, I got it!" Ron pushed the twins away angrily, "Don't you guys hate Snape too..."

"Ron, no matter how much you hate Professor Snape, Prince is a child, he hasn't done anything bad, and..." Harry didn't want any barrier between his best friend and his son, and even more so What's more...he still plans to let Ron be his best man, if he hates Snape so much now, he will definitely not agree to be his best man, "And Professor Snape hasn't done anything bad, he's just partial That's all."

"Hey, Harry, why are you... weird?" Ron glared at his best friend, who, after this holiday, found his old buddy almost unknown to him.

"Ron Weasley, it's not that Harry is weird, it's that you haven't changed at all!" The future Queen of Gryffindor was full of posture, "Harry and I both like Prince very much, so you can't do it for us. Do you accept him? And...he is still so young, it hurts when you look at him with prejudice, you know?!"

The commotion on the Gryffindor side clearly pleased the Slytherins furthest from them.Draco took good care of Prince - the son of his godfather is his brother, not to mention the heir of the Prince family, he is worthy of a Malfoy's heart-to-heart - added an fried egg for the little prince, Draco lifted his chin and looked over at Gryffindor, smiling, "Look, there's trouble in the lion's den again."

"Brother Draco, Harry is my good friend," Prince glanced at Draco, "and, he is also my cousin—very close, I checked the family tree."

"Oh! That scar head!" Draco gritted his teeth.

"Draco, I thought you were reconciled!" Prince blinked, "Of course, you are still my brother Draco, aren't you?"

"Of course," Draco lowered his head and took a sip of pumpkin juice - ignoring the words of his slightly stained pink ear tips, which he covered up perfectly, "he...became very I have some brains. But," he added in a low voice, "I would never call him uncle—even cousin!"

"Of course, he won't be your uncle." Prince smiled at him. "Your uncle is Blake, isn't he?"

"That stupid Gryffindor..."

"Okay, brother Draco, you know that he is the only male in the Black family, and your mother won't be happy when you say that about him." Although he looks very close, Prince is still a Sis after all. Lytherin's son, he naturally has his own Slytherin traits, not to mention...his little daddy Harry also has a Slytherin side—for example, he used Sirius as an excuse, if he hadn't known that Harry's father wanted to live When he came to the cellar, he thought that his father was looking for an opportunity to play with his father in anger-it's really strange how adults think.

Confused about whether the adults' thinking is weird or weird, Prince followed the first-year Slytherin into the Transfiguration class-Dumbledore had already greeted Professor McGonagall, and he could attend but not Practice, but it doesn't matter, after Harry's class, he can pester Harry to practice with him.

And Harry sat in the history of magic class and didn't feel drowsy like before. Instead, he stared wide-eyed and wrote and drew on the parchment—he just learned a strange symbol in the ancient runes yesterday during the day. In class, he had to draw this symbol better—this symbol represented blood, he thought, and he could use this symbol to carve something small on Prince's clothes so that he wouldn't lose his dear the little prince.

"Harry, this symbol isn't so pretty, it's like this!" Hermione looked at Harry's parchment, unceremoniously pulled it over and drew another one under the symbol he drew, "It's drawn like this."

"Oh, is that so? That's it!" Draco raised his eyebrows, and he specially chose a seat closer to the Savior to sit down, only to find that Harry Potter, who has never paid much attention to learning, actually started to be listed in the history of magic. Study hard, this...is a new discovery.Maybe he could write to tell his dad that the savior is starting to study hard!

"Okay, Malfoy, if you don't plan to study hard, I'll let you know the importance of studying!"