[HP] Mrs. Snape

This summer vacation was the happiest summer vacation Andrew had ever had.

My mother didn't wake up in the hospital for a long time, and everyone avoided talking about the cause of the injury. Although Andrew had pieced together the whole incident through the portrait of Principal Black, he was still worried; In the stranger's house, Andrew was also very uncomfortable.

Dirty rooms, screaming paintings, that house elf who keeps swearing, although it is polite to Andrew, but Andrew doesn't like it to follow behind him like a ghost...

Andrew found out on the third day that the house elf named Kreacher seemed to be too old and suffering from Alzheimer's disease. Sirius is abominable!

Andrew found several times that Kreacher was secretly staring at Sirius with almost hatred, and Sirius treated Kreacher very badly, often yelling at Kreacher. He didn't seem to treat Kreacher as a human being at all, just Like an object that is an eyesore but has to be tolerated...

"Kreacher, why are you scolding Mrs. Weasley?" Andrew finally couldn't help it one day, and asked softly as he sat beside Kreacher as he shuffled upstairs.

"Why? The young master actually asked Kreacher why? That old scum actually regarded this place as her home, pointing fingers, what would my poor mistress think when she found out, this is my mistress' home, not the old scum's den "…" Kreacher muttered.

"But I think Mrs. Weasley is very nice. Look at Kreacher, your master invited Mrs. Weasley to clean up. Weasley will ask your master what you mean before doing everything. She He's a nice guest, isn't he?" Although he wasn't very familiar with her, it didn't stop Andrew from liking the enthusiastic Mrs. Weasley, she was a good person, Andrew felt.

Kreacher's eyeballs rolled, Andrew smiled, held Kreacher's hand and said with a smile, "Please stop cursing Mrs. Weasley and the others, please? Please, Kreacher."

"Please, the young master actually said please to Kreacher. Mr. Phineas is right. The young master is indeed the best Slytherin, almost as good as Master Regulus." Kreacher looked at the big eyes like light bulbs. Looking at Andrew, rambling on.

Well, it seems that it is due to Principal Black, "Thank you, Kreacher, I will trouble you a lot when I live here recently. By the way, I heard Principal Black say that there is a piano in the room, Kreacher, can you bring it?" Shall I go?"

"Of course, of course, of course, Kreacher is willing to take the young master. Does the young master want to play the piano? Master Regulus likes to play the piano. This way, young master." Kreacher brought Andrew into a dusty room As soon as the door was opened, the pungent smell made Andrew frown. There was indeed a grand piano in the middle of the room. Andrew frowned and opened it, and the "dong" keys made a low sound.

"Don't you like it here, master? Kreacher can clean it." He looked at Andrew attentively with his light-colored eyes, as if he was afraid that he would refuse.

Why?Kreacher even offered to clean up? !Of course Andrew would not refuse!

"Well, really? Okay, then I'll trouble you, Kreacher." Andrew said softly with a smile.

"Don't bother young master, Kreacher will come." With a "pop", Kreacher disappeared.

When he appeared, he was holding a clean rag and a basin of water in his hand. Within 10 minutes, the windows in this room were clean, and even the keys of the piano were shining brightly!

"Thank you, Kreacher!" Andrew sat on the piano bench, patted the stool next to him and smiled, "How about dedicating this piece to Kreacher? Thank you for cleaning up."

Ignoring the way Kreacher was covering his face and almost crying, Andrew raised his hands, half-closed his eyes, thinking about the way his mother was holding his hands and teaching him to play the piano.

The fingertips flow, and the familiar notes seem to be engraved in the brain, without music score, without practice, the long and cheerful little dance music flows in Andrew's fingertips, this is one of my mother's favorite pieces, whenever this piece When it sounds, my mother will always pull my father to spin and dance on the carpet in the living room, and the bear will bark happily at their feet, and I will sit cross-legged on the floor and watch them laugh at each other and spin quickly...

Mom's skirt is like the most beautiful rose, in full bloom... Dad holds Mom's waist, and there is tenderness in his eyes that Andrew has never seen before. Once the song is over, he will always cover his eyes and sneak between his fingers Watching Mom and Dad's lips touch each other...

After that day, Andrew often stayed in the piano room, which was very strange. When his mother taught him to play the piano, he was always impatient, and he pressed randomly on the piano in a hurry. His mother often said that he had no musical talent. , he would always look up at his mother and giggle twice, and she would smile and pat his head lightly, saying helplessly, why is it exactly the same as your father.

But now, without his mother's teaching, Andrew found that he actually remembered these piano scores so vividly. He could play every piece played by his mother proficiently, as if he had already traced it so many times in his heart...

It's been two weeks, and his mother hasn't woken up yet. When his father took him to St. Mungo's, Andrew felt his mother's fingers trembling. He was so happy that he immediately called his mother, but everything was useless, and his mother was still asleep. ...

Footsteps sounded at the door of the piano room, and Andrew knew it was Mrs. Weasley, or Ginny who had returned from vacation.They seemed to be very worried about him, and they came up to look at him from time to time, but in fact Andrew just didn't want to go downstairs.

There were only him, Ginny and Ron, the three underage students in the house, but he didn't like the way Ron looked at him like a monster, so he simply stayed here, and he still had a moment to live. peaceful.

After the song was over, Andrew raised his wrist to check the time. It was time to finish the meeting.

"Dad," sure enough, when Qian went downstairs and saw his dad waiting for him in the kitchen, Andrew called happily.

Sure enough, Ron, who was grabbing a large piece of bread at the dining table and was devouring it, seemed to swallow a fly after hearing Andrew's shout, his eyes were about to protrude and looked at Andrew and Snape.

"How was your day?" Snape asked habitually.

"Well, it's okay, reading and playing the piano, I learned a new song today." Andrew dialed the food on the plate and said with a smile. "Dad, are you going to have dinner here?"

Snape shook his head, he couldn't.The Dark Lord's mind became more and more difficult to guess. He reused him, but he was always on guard against him. This time he even sent Wormtail to spy on him!

For the safety of Andrew and Arya, he has moved back to Spider's End, and it is not so easy to go out every time.Even going to the hospital to see Alia, you have to find a way to be invisible.Rubbing the child's hair, he said guiltily: "Andrew, the doctor said that mother's condition is improving, which is a good sign. I may not be able to come these days, you..."

What to say, let the child stay well, needless to say, Andrew knew what he was going to do, sighed and pointed to the bag in the corner under the table: "Look what I brought you."

Andrew looked at his father, held back the disappointment in his heart, slid off the stool and opened the long bag: "Long Xiong!" It was really his big dog, Xiong Xiong!

Xiong Xiong rushed towards Andrew excitedly, "Wow Wang" yelled and kept drool on Andrew's face!

"Dad, Daddy is so kind!" Andrew smiled happily for the first time in so many days. He hugged Roaringly and smiled until his eyes narrowed into two crescents.

Patting the heads of Andrew and Xiong Xiong, Snape took a deep look at his son, forced a smile and left.

The arrival of Xiong Xiong made Andrew very happy. When he went to see his mother in St. Mungo with Professor Lupine the next day, Andrew talked about it: "Dad said that Xiong Xiong couldn't wait for us to come back at home, so he ran to Michael's house. Mrs. Cook has been helping to take care of it, as well as Dudu. Dad gave Dudu to Michael. Although I am a little unhappy, I can understand that Dudu is too big and walks too slowly. I I think Michael will take good care of it. Mom, did you say that the pomegranate tree I planted in the backyard of my house has bloomed? Also, the lawn at home must have grown taller if no one took care of it. When we go home You have to take good care of it..."

But his mother still didn't respond.