HP Dawn Night

December is very important to me: Christmas and birthdays.

I was born on December 12th, so close to Christmas Eve that my mother always said I was the best Christmas present she had ever received.

This morning, as soon as I woke up from a dream, I saw the presents piled at the foot of the bed.

"It's great!" I sat on the bed and started unpacking the gift box after washing in the bathroom.Pansy yawned and climbed out of bed to draw the curtains, while pointing to a particularly beautifully packaged box: "It took me a long time to choose this one."

I unwrap the silver tie: "Pansy, I love you so much!" It's a set of wand maintenance.Pansy drew back the curtains:

"It's snowing, Vio. Happy birthday!" She hopped on my bed and rubbed my hair affectionately. "Your wand is beautiful. I think you should take better care of it."

"Thank you so much!" I gave her a big hug and proceeded to unwrap.Mom gave me a beautiful hooded scarf and a big, delicious birthday cake with all kinds of sweets.Draco gave me a special diary, and when I opened it, violets bloomed on the pages, accompanied by fragrance.Brace sent me a rare set of invisibility wands.

"You and Blaise gave a matching gift." I smiled and packed the presents.Not many people at Hogwarts know my birthday - Father?I took another look at the presents, and I have to say, I was a little sad not to have one from my dad.

Everyone can't wait for the holidays.While the foyer and auditorium were very warm, the harrowing draft in the hallway cut us like knives in our faces, and everyone walked quickly, trembling in their cloaks as we passed.The teacher's window panes were also rattled by the bitter cold wind.

Worst of all, Potions class was held in a cold underground classroom.There was a cloud of white mist in front of him after a breath, which caused a lot of pain for several students wearing glasses, and the others had to try their best to get close to their hot cauldron.

"Vio, your spell is really useful." My newly learned warming spell came in handy, and the four of us didn't have to snuggle up to the edge of the cauldron, nor could we cut it badly because our fingers were stiff from the cold. Material.

Neville Longbottom was perhaps the most conflicted figure in the room, with his nose dripping from the cold and his fear of approaching his cauldron - he had acquired a new nickname, "The Crucible Killer".I think he'd rather be frozen into an iceman than get up close and personal with his cauldron.

"I really feel bad for those people," Draco said falsely, "that they had to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because... well, the family was busy."

The look in Pansy's and I forced him to change the closing sentence reluctantly.

"Thank you for giving me the gift, Draco, it was such a painstaking effort! Blaise, your and Pansy's gifts are exactly the same set, and it couldn't be more practical!" I covered Draco with a slightly louder voice. The end of the story.

"Greenglass from our academy is not coming home either," Pansy explained to him in a low voice.I weighed the spine of the lionfish, and finally couldn't help asking Pansy in a whisper:

"Am I going a little too far?—I mean, in the Greengrass business."

A few days ago, Daphne Greengrass received a letter at breakfast. She read it and ran out of the auditorium crying. She didn't show up all day.Her eyes are red to this day.

As for the content of the letter, even Miss Burst, who was closest to her, did not know.In the end, Pansy asked her mother to find out why: Mr. Greengrass was very dissatisfied with her performance in Slytherin-because she didn't make friends who could provide assistance to the Greengrass family.

The punishment was not allowing her to come home for Christmas.

"It's not all your fault. Few people in our academy are close to her." Pansy frowned and said, "Besides, she was the first to speak ill."

I said nothing.During this period of time, the relationship between Millicent Burst and Greengrass has gradually faded, and it is not known whether it is because of the pressure from the family.As the only four girls in the same class, I feel somewhat embarrassed.

"Maybe I should give her a Christmas present? To ease things between us?" I thought with a headache.

After Potions class was over, I packed my things in a trance, and gradually fell to the end of the crowd.The other three people were waiting for me at the door. When I packed up my things and was about to leave, my father suddenly stopped me: "You stay here, Vio."

I looked at him suspiciously, and he coughed dryly: "Clean up the classroom."

Isn't that something that can be solved with a wave of a magic wand?Puzzled, I told Pansy they were going first, and we met in the cafeteria.

"Father?" I asked strangely when we were the only ones left in the classroom.

Father seemed to be struggling to choose words, the muscles on his cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and after a long time, he reluctantly said: "I heard your mother say that today is your birthday?"

His eyes fell on my new scarf and I nodded.As if trying to restrain himself, he said after a while, "You should have told me."

I'm trying to understand it as a concern.Unfortunately, I got stuck, and it was a long time before I stammered, "Yeah... I thought you knew."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I flinched. Sure enough, my father seemed to be stung, and his fingers twitched.I knew that I had said something wrong, but when I looked up secretly, I found that my father was looking at me with complicated eyes, but he only sighed inaudibly for a long time:

"Sorry……"

I couldn't believe my ears: "Ah—that's okay. I mean, you didn't know I existed in the past, did you? So it's not your fault."

Before I could finish stumbling, my father took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to me, as if he had to spend a lot of effort to say a complete sentence: "I didn't have time to prepare the gift. So, this will be regarded as It's a birthday present for you, if you don't like..."

I looked down, and it was an old Muggle photo.The family of three in the photo looks happy and complete. That is exactly the man and woman I saw in the Mirror of Erised. So, this is the photo of the young father and grandparents?

The photos are old and even a little damaged.But it has been well preserved.

The family of three in the photos looks exceptionally harmonious and beautiful, and their happiness and joy can be felt even if they are far away in time and space.

I don't know my father's family and his childhood, but some kind of instinct tells me that this is a very precious memory for my father.

"Thank you, Father," I whispered, feeling my nose sore, "I love it."

"You look a bit like her." Father said in a slightly unfamiliar tone, "Your grandmother. Her family has always been proficient in potions, and now it seems that this talent has also been passed on to you through me."

His father's tone was a little cold and nostalgic.

I took a closer look at the grandmother in the photo: "Our eyebrows are almost exactly the same. But in fact, I look more like my mother. People say that I am a copy of my mother."

In fact, if I didn't say it, no one would think I was my father's daughter.

"That's a good thing. At least it's better than me." I vaguely heard my father whisper.

"No, I don't think so, Father, in fact, I'm glad... having you as my father is something to be proud of," I said sincerely.

Father forced a smile: "You don't have to—"

"—I speak the truth." I interrupted my father, stubbornly intending to finish. "Everyone knows that I am the daughter of the Potions Master, and I am proud to be of your blood. Thank you, Father." I held up the photo in my hand: "This is the best birthday present I've ever received."

My father looked at me in surprise, then he smiled slowly.This is a sincere, warm smile.

When this smile appeared in front of my eyes, I realized that the invisible wall between us, father and daughter, was finally starting to dissolve and disappear.

I seem to feel that the 11 years we missed are gradually overlapping in a different way.

——Actually, I'd love to be your little bat.Greasy Mr. Bat!

Since that after-school conversation, my relationship with my father seems to have suddenly become more harmonious.Both Draco and Pansy found this incredible:

"However, it's a good thing that you can get closer to Godfather." Draco concluded, "He's your father after all!"

Pansy and I spent the day in the break room arranging our notes — Pansy insisted on getting this done before the holidays, as she believed regular notes would save me from chaos before the exam.

I totally agree with her point of view, although this project is a bit too big.

"—the time when the self-stirring crucible was invented. Uh... Pansy, do you think it is necessary to write down the werewolf code of conduct in 1637?" I asked Draco's notes against each other.

"Will that pass the test?" Pansy flipped through a few pages of the book and crossed out some content, "There's no need to write down the elf's rebellion, right?"

"Actually, I don't think Professor Binns will test them." I wrote a few lines in my notebook, "Great, only a few notes on Transfiguration—"

"—— Weasley! Vio, Pansy, they are truly scum!" Draco led Crabbe and Goyle through the door.

"What's the matter?" I tossed his notes back to him, and started packing up to go to the library to replenish my Transfiguration materials.

Draco looked around the lounge and replied casually, "It's nothing. By the way, where's Blaise?"

Pansy said listlessly: "Maybe I'm dating another girl. Who knows." She hastily stacked the notebooks together and stuffed them into her schoolbag: "Vio, I'll go with you."

Pansy and I were only in the library for a while.

"I don't think Transfiguration is difficult," she looked at her notes with satisfaction, "as long as we practice it a few more times."

"Back to the break room?" I suggested. "By the way, have you shipped all your Christmas gift orders?"

"Of course. I hope you'll like my present!" Pansy said mysteriously.We both spent at least a month thinking about what to give each other, and Pansy kept her tongue tight and refused to tell me what she had decided to give me.

"Merlin's beard! If you don't like my gift, you must be crazy!" I teased.

We walked out of the library together, but were stopped by three familiar people——

"Oh, Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger." Pansy said coldly.

"Hello." I said.

"I'm sorry, Violet," Hermione asked cautiously, her face flushed slightly under Pansy's gaze, but she continued bravely. "Can we have a private chat?" she begged. Looking at me: "Please, just a moment."

I glanced at Pansy, and she raised her eyebrows at me: "Okay, Vio, I'll go back to the lounge first." Then, she straightened her shirt gracefully, "Please hurry, otherwise Della and I Coe will definitely worry about your safety." He glanced at Weasley intentionally or unintentionally.His face started to flush again.

Apparently, both Pansy and Draco thought Weasley was the most impulsive.

"Oh, trust me, I'll be back soon."

"See you later," Pansy said, raising his chin proudly, and walked past the three Gryffindors.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Okay, Hermione, what can I do for you?" I decided to make a quick decision.

"I said I shouldn't look for her! Have you forgotten? She's Snape's daughter!" Ron Weasley was obviously pulled over by force, and he said angrily, "That one—"

He didn't finish his sentence because Harry Potter stomped on him and Hermione gave him a hard tug at the same time.

But I already guessed what he was trying to say:

"Please call my father 'Professor Snape,' Mr Weasley. Besides, I'm proud to be his daughter."

I looked at him coldly.No wonder Draco and Pansy didn't like Weasley - they disliked him almost more than they discriminated against witches and wizards.

"I'm sorry, Violet, Ron didn't mean it." Seeing that I didn't interrupt her, Hermione seemed relieved, "Do you know who Nick Flamel is?"

"Nick Flamel?" The name sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember it for a moment. "Where do you know him?"

"—are you sure it's safe to ask her?" Ron Weasley interjected again.

"Since Mr. Weasley said so, it's better for me to leave first." I said angrily, trying to go around them.

"Wait a minute, Vi—I mean Miss Snape, I'm sorry," said Harry Potter suddenly, tense again when I stopped to look back at him. name, but the man is not mentioned in any of the books."

"There is no mention of him in "Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century", "List of Famous Contemporary Magicians", "Great Discoveries of Modern Magic" and "Research on the Development of Modern Witchcraft". Maybe there will be one in the XXX area, but we don't Might get a note signed by the teacher," Hermione added.

I weighed it up: "Well, I can look it up when I get home for Christmas, but I'm not sure I'll find it."

"Thank you so much, Vio." Hermione said happily, relieved.At this time, a group of senior Slytherin students came to us from a distance, Potter pulled Hermione's sleeve, she smiled at me apologetically, pulled Potter and Weasley to a place Behind the bookshelves.

"Did Potter and the others trouble you just now?" One of the familiar looking Slytherins asked me.

"No, of course not." I denied, looking at their suspicious eyes, and added, "They asked me how to do well in Professor Snape's class."

The seniors exchanged an excited look.

"How did you answer?" a girl asked.

"I said: 'That's impossible'." I shrugged. "Maybe they wanted to pester them again?—but saw you guys coming and left. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome, Miss Snape." My reasons should be convincing, at least their expressions are more polite.The girl smiled reservedly at me and walked away with her friends.

I noticed the three Gryffindors were no longer in sight as I walked around the bookshelves to the lounge.

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Because I am studying in a boarding high school, I update it about once every two weeks (every time lasts for a day or two==) ^_^ Try to update as much as possible...