[HP] Daddy's Little Prince

After school started, Harry's life returned to the past again, and the relationship with Snape became very delicate - he was no longer the object of special care, he would not get Snape's slightly relaxed smile, and even... he The treatment received is much harsher than others.

Harry didn't know how on earth he had offended Snape again, even though in Prince's presence they were as close as a real family.

After about a week of this kind of life, Harry felt that he was already on the verge of collapse-he thought that the relationship between Snape and himself had eased a lot...or there would be no problems between them, they It should be possible to talk calmly...it should even be closer than ordinary friends!But... Snape dictatorially broke the tacit understanding accumulated for so long, which made Harry unacceptable and impossible!

The "Daily Prophet" once again published an article about the Black family - Regulus Black, the previous head of the Black family, because he was an undercover agent among the Death Eaters, and finally completed the most difficult task alone but sacrificed For this, he was awarded the posthumous Medal of Merlin, First Class—this news seems to be good news for Harry, but it may also be not very happy news. Sirius will definitely cry for a long time again... I hope Harry James will try to persuade him... Thinking of Remus and Sirius, Harry's mood improved again, and then he went to deal with the steak on the table depressed.

"Hey, Harry, what's the matter with you?" Ron was curious to see his brother's aggrieved face, especially when he was still looking aggrieved at the old bat in the teachers' bench.

"It's nothing..." Harry poked the steak almost to pieces, "Ron, I'll go to the medical wing later, Professor Dumbledore asked Madam Pomfrey to check me up, you and Hermione go to the library? "

"Don't do it!" Ron wailed, drawing Hermione's stare, but he didn't care. "I'm going to watch Quidditch practice with Lavender, and I said, Harry, you haven't done anything this half term. How to train!"

"Harry doesn't need too much training, his flying skills are very good, Ronald Weasley, let him study hard!" Hermione pulled Harry to her side, "Listen, Harry, if Madam Pomfrey says something about your body, don't be brave, you know?" As Harry's best female friend, she is not Ron's careless boy, so of course she knows about Harry's body. It hasn't been very good - that's why she always finds little cakes in her pocket, it's for Harry, but Harry has been in better shape since the last half term, and even the clothes he wears fit him better .

"Uh...Min, I'm in good health..." Thinking of the weird Christmas gift he received from Sirius, Harry blushed even though he didn't dare to look carefully, "It's just...it's... ..."

"Oh, I see, you don't have to say it!" Girls always mature earlier than boys, and Hermione immediately turned her thoughts to puberty, but in fact Harry was going to check another more difficult problem. Harry didn't even know it himself - what a...beautiful misunderstanding.

Dumbledore and Snape were there during the inspection, and even the little prince was waiting next door—of course, someone was playing with him—and the warm spell was cast on Harry, reflecting a symbol of safety. With a peaceful silver-white light, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief. Dumbledore happily hugged Harry and spun him around before letting him go, then pushed him into Snape's arms and With a serious face, he said earnestly: "Harry, I'm so happy, your forehead won't hurt anymore... Hehe... I asked Severus to teach you Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

"But isn't the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Remus?" Regarding Snape's recent neglect of him, Harry felt that he had to learn to get angry with him—a lot of anger, but before he got angry, he had to find someone Just an excuse, otherwise it will look very naive.

"Oh, Harry, Remus's health...uh...not very good, so let Severus teach you." Dumbledore thought for a while about the howling of wolves on the night of the full moon last year. That little trouble, "You know Severus is a master of the Dark Arts, and of course, a master of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"But I don't like dark magic!" Harry stood up with a huff, "Dark magic is evil!" He looked at Snape fearlessly with those emerald green eyes, which was very simple for him, but He also often did this - more than half a year ago, but now he was a bit unconfident to ask him to do it, but he still did it, and tried to tell himself that it was not his fault, obviously...it was not his fault!

Snape looked at him blankly, expressionless.This made Harry feel even more aggrieved, he couldn't understand Snape at all - why was he so cold all of a sudden, even so alienated that it was unacceptable?

"Oh, Harry, my dear boy," said Dumbledore, pulling out of his pocket a large piece of lemon cake, sprinkled with cocoa powder, "have something sweet, boy, it will put you in a good mood." a little."

"No, thanks." Harry shook his head, but kept his eyes on Snape.

"Boy, my dear Harry, you know, I know a lot of black magic, but... am I evil?" Dumbledore sighed and took the cake back, "Voldemort also knows a lot of white magic." Magic—I was his Transfiguration professor—you see, is he kind?”

"But……"

"No but." The old headmaster put away his smile, he took Harry with one hand, and the other held his hand under Snape's gloomy face, "Harry, trust me, trust Severus , and believe in yourself. Magic is the heart, not pure power. The magic produced by the heart, no matter black or white, is the person who casts the magic to control the magic, not the magic itself. If a black magic can help a person let him To be happy without hurting anyone else, Harry, do you think this black magic is evil?"

"No..." Not knowing what Dumbledore meant, Harry watched the old headmaster put Snape's hand on his own, but he couldn't get rid of Dumbledore...

"So you will learn Defense Against the Dark Arts from Severus, right, Harry?" Dumbledore pressed the hands of the two of them together, "I knew you were the most sensible, Harry, Severus He's not that nice...he's not very good tempered and he's easy to get into horns, but trust me he's a good guy...hehe...ah, I think you know..."

Under the cover of the old headmaster's hand, Snape clung tightly to the lion's paw of the little savior who wanted to get out of his palm. Of course, the great Gryffindor golden boy would not give up so easily. In Lido's sweet laugh, he glared at Snape viciously, and then started a tug-of-war - the lion cub wanted to pull back his paw, but of course the King Snake couldn't make him succeed!

Snape's hands are not thick, but they are very strong. The protruding joints are more prominent when grasping. The slightly protruding calluses on the fingers will not make people feel vicissitudes, but will make people feel at ease Feel.However, Harry was not at all at ease, because he was so angry that he completely ignored the warmth of this hand.

"Oh, do you two have something to say?" Dumbledore seemed to have just noticed the two people's handshake, and took his hand away with a smile, "It seems that you really have something to say, ah , huh, huh, yes, young people should be a little more energetic... Oh, I will go next door to play with the little prince, I wonder if he will like my lemon cake..." The old headmaster turned around and went to the next door, and Madam Pomfrey had already gone to the potion room to make potions, so Snape and Harry were the only ones left in the room.

"Let go!" Harry said in a rough voice, but his face was inevitably stained with a layer of pink - he has been raised well for more than half a year, and his previously slightly yellow face has become fair and rosy Woke up, so Harry, who was a little shy, had a small face like a freshly washed big apple.

"As I said, don't resist." Snape's face darkened, he lacked experience in getting along with lovers—oh, I'm sorry, great Potions professor, it's not that you lack this experience but you simply don't have it Experience - so his performance is really... shameful, the three eavesdroppers hiding in the next room made a gesture of wiping sweat together.

"Professor Snape, you forgot, now, we are equal." Harry was referring to Prince's appearance, "You have no reason to order me not to rebel against you!"

"Oh?" Snape raised his eyebrows. It was obvious that Harry's words pleased him. "I don't know, why does Your Excellency the Savior think...you can be—equal to me? Yes, it's the word, equal, very subtle." He easily pulled Harry in front of him, and then looked down at him - the advantage of height can easily create a natural sense of oppression, "Of course I have a reason to order you, Harry... Potter."

"As long as it's not in class, you have no reason to order me!" Harry's uncontrollable heartbeat was like a drum, and even his voice became strange, but he still puffed out his chest—maybe Snape did something to him Strange magic, he will not be afraid of this, "I am Prince's father!"

"So what?" Snape was in an inexplicably good mood for Harry's reaction, but he couldn't laugh, or he would let the little green-eyed troll get ahead. He had to keep a cold face and let him be honest. You must learn Defense Against the Dark Arts well.

"We're equal!" Obviously provoked by Snape, Harry jumped up and grabbed him by the front, "I'll grow taller!"

"very good."

"what?"

"I mean..." Suddenly feeling that the savior is really interesting, Snape finally raised his lips, "I'm glad you'll grow taller, but...it doesn't have much to do with your height, I thought .”

"Okay!" Harry let go of his clothes, and smoothed out the wrinkled front with his hands, "it really has nothing to do with height, we should have a good talk, Severus, I thought we Friends!" He pursed his lips in frustration, like a normal 13-year-old boy who has been wronged by the sky-he definitely wouldn't make this expression if Prince was around, he swears to Merlin!