Appendix: The Prince's Tale

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A large chimney towered impressively in the distant sky.

Two girls were on a swing, and a skinny boy watched them from behind a bush.

The boy's black hair is very long, and the clothes on his body are extremely incongruous, as if he was dressed in this way on purpose: a pair of jeans that are too short, a worn-out coat that is too big and long like an adult's, and a strange-looking pregnant woman Clothes-like shirts.

Harry moved closer to the boy. Snape looked to be about nine or ten years old, sallow, short and lean.

Watching the smaller girl swing higher and higher on the swing than the bigger one, there was undisguised longing on his thin face.

"Lily, don't do this!"

The older girl screamed.

However, when the swing reached the highest point, the little girl let go of her hands and flew into the air. She was really flying, laughing and jumping into the sky.

Instead of falling hard on the asphalt of the playground, she glides through the air like an acrobat, stays there for a long time, and finally lands very lightly on the ground.

"Mom told you not to do that!"

Petunia let her heels scrape to stop the swing with a screeching sound, and then she jumped up again, her hands on her hips.

"Mom told you not to do this, Lily!"

"But I'm fine," Lily said, still giggling. "Petunia, look at this. See what I can do."

Petunia looked around, there were only the two of them in the empty playground, and of course Snape, but the girls didn't know it.

Lily picked up a dead flower from the bush where Snape was hiding.

Petunia came up, looking curious and dissatisfied, and conflicted in her heart.

Lily waited until Petunia got closer enough to see it, and then she spread her hand, and the petals kept opening and closing in her palm, like some kind of weird, multi-layered oyster.

"Come on!" Petunia screamed.

"I didn't do anything to you," Lily said, but she crumpled the flower up and threw it on the ground.

"That's not right," Petunia said, but her eyes followed the fallen flower and stayed on it for a long time. "How do you do it?"

she asked again, with an unconcealable longing in her voice.

"Isn't that clear?"

Snape couldn't hold back any longer, and jumped out from behind the bushes.

Petunia screamed, turned around and ran to the swing, Lily was obviously startled too, but stayed where she was.

Snape seemed to regret his hasty appearance. He looked at Lily, a slight blush appeared on his sallow cheeks.

"What is clear?"

Snape looked nervous and agitated.

He looked at Penny hovering by the swing in the distance, and said in a low voice, "I know who you are."

"What's the meaning?"

"You are...you are a witch."

Lily seemed insulted.

"It's impolite to say such things to other people!"

She turned and strode toward her sister with her face up.

"No!"

said Snape.

His face had turned red, and Harry didn't understand why he didn't take off that ridiculously oversized coat, unless it was because he didn't want to show the maternity clothes underneath.

He flicked his sleeves and chased the two girls, and he looked funny like a bat, just like him when he was a grown-up.

The sisters eyed him with equal disapproval, both clutching a swing post as if it were a safe place in a game of tag.

"You are,"

Snape said to Lily, "You're a witch. I've been watching you for a while. There's nothing wrong with that.

My mother is a witch and I am a wizard. "

Petunia's laughter was like cold water.

"wizard!"

She screamed.

The boy's sudden appearance had frightened her a little while ago, and now her composure and courage returned.

"I know who you are,

You're the Snape boy!

They live in Spider's End by the river,"

She told Lily, in a tone that made it clear she thought it was a dirty place: "Why are you spying on us?"

"I didn't peek,"

Snape said he was agitated and restless, his hair looking dirty in the bright sunlight: "I don't want to peek at you," he added contemptuously, "You're a Muggle."

Petunia obviously didn't understand what the word meant, but there was no way she couldn't understand his tone.

"Lily, come on, let's go!"

Lily immediately obeyed her sister's words and left, her eyes still on Snape.

Snape stood watching them both stride through the playground door, Harry was the only one watching him now.

Harry saw what was in Snape's heart.

Painful and disappointed, he knew that Snape had been planning this moment for some time, and that everything had gone wrong...

The scene in front of him disappeared, and before Harry could react, the surroundings completely changed.

He is now in a small wood.

He saw a small river flowing through the trees under the sun, sparkling, and the shade of the trees cast a dark green coolness.

The two children sat cross-legged, facing each other on the ground.

Snape had already taken off his coat, and in the semi-darkness the odd maternity dress seemed less glaring.

"...If you do magic outside the school, the Ministry of Magic will punish you, and you will get a letter."

"But I did magic outside of school!"

"We're fine.

We don't have wands yet.

Children can't control themselves, they don't care. Once you reach the age of eleven,"

He nodded seriously: "They started training you, then you have to be careful."

The two were silent for a while.

Lily picked up a branch from the ground and spun it so fast in the air that Harry knew she was imagining sparks wafting from behind the branch.

Then she dropped the branch and leaned over to the boy and said, "It's true, isn't it? No kidding? Petunia said you were lying to me. Petunia

There is no Hogwarts at all. It's true, right? "

"It's true for us," said Snape. "It's not true for her. We'll get the letter, you and me."

"real?"

"It's absolutely true."

Snape said that although he had uneven hair and strange clothes, he sat in front of her with a certain style and full of confidence in his future.

"The letter really came from an owl?"

Lily asked quietly.

"Usually," said Snape, "but you're a Muggle-born, so someone from the school will come and explain it to your parents."

"Does Muggle-born make any difference?"

Snape hesitated, his dark eyes eager in the shade, looking at Lily's pale face and crimson hair.

"No," he said, "it won't make a difference."

"Very good."

Lily said, relieved, as if she had been worrying about it.

"You can do a lot of magic,"

Snape said, "I saw it. I've been spying on you..."

His voice is getting softer.

Lily didn't listen to him, but stretched her limbs on the ground covered with green leaves, looking at the dense leaves above her head.

Snape looked at her longingly, as he had looked at her in the playground.

"How are things at your house?"

Lily asked.

Snape frowned slightly.

"fine."

"They stopped arguing?"

"Oh, it's still noisy,"

Snape said, grabbing a handful of leaves and tearing them up, obviously not realizing what he was doing: "But it won't be long, I'm going."

"Your father doesn't like magic?"

"He doesn't really like anything."

said Snape.

"Severus?"

A smile flickered across Snape's lips when she called his name.

"Um?"

"Tell me about the dementors again."

"What are you asking about them?"

"If I use magic outside of school—"

"Won't turn you over to a dementor for that!

Dementors are for those who have done something really bad.

They guard the wizard prison - Azkaban.

You won't be in Azkaban, you're too—”

He blushed again and tore more leaves.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound behind them, and he turned around to see that Petunia was lying behind a tree, her feet were not steady.

"Penny!"

said Lily, surprised and welcoming in her voice, but Snape jumped to his feet.

"Who's peeking now?"

"What do you want?" he cried.

When Penny was found, she panicked and could hardly breathe.

Harry could see that she was racking her brains for something hurtful.

"Tell me what you're wearing?"

She pointed to Snape's chest and said, "Your mother's clothes?"

With a click, a branch above Petunia's head suddenly fell down.

Lily screamed, and the branch hit Petunia on the shoulder, and she staggered back, crying.

"Penny!"

But Penny ran away.

Lily snapped at Snape.

"Did you do it?"

"no."

Snape looked disconcerted and frightened.

"It's you!"

Lily backed away from him: "It's you! You hurt her!"

"NO, I have not!"

Lily, however, did not believe his lie.

She gave him one last furious look before running out of the grove after her sister, Snape looking distressed and confused...

Scene transition.

On platform nine and three-quarters, Snape stood beside him, slightly hunched over, next to a thin, sallow-faced, dour-looking woman who looked just like him.

Snape was staring at a family of four not far away.

Two girls stand away from their parents.

Lily seemed to be begging her sister.

"...I'm so sorry, Petunia, I'm so sorry! Listen to me—"

She grabbed her sister's hand and held it tightly, while Petunia struggled desperately: "Maybe as soon as I get there--no, listen to me, Petunia! Maybe as soon as I get there, I can find Professor Dumbledore and convince He changed his mind!"

"I don't—don't—go!"

said Petunia, trying to pull her hand away from her sister: "You think I'd like to go to some ridiculous castle and learn to be a - a -"

Her pale eyes looked at the platform, at the cat meowing in its owner's arms, at the owls flapping their wings in their cages and hooting to each other, at the students - some already in black robes, they After loading their luggage on the bright red steam locomotive, they happily greeted their classmates loudly after a summer vacation.

"—you think I want to be a—a monster?"

Petunia finally took her hand away, and Lily's eyes filled with tears.

"I'm not a monster," Lily said. "That's a bad way to say it."

"That's where you're going," said Petunia enthusiastically. "A school for monsters. You and that Snape boy... Freaks, you're both freaks.

Fortunately, you are separated from ordinary people, it is for our safety. "

Lily glanced at her parents, who were watching the scene on the platform with genuine joy, enjoying the scene.

Lily turned her head to look at her sister again, lowered her voice, and her tone became very intense.

"You didn't think this was a monster school when you wrote to the headmaster begging him to take you in."

Petunia's face turned red.

"Please? I didn't!"

"I saw his reply, it was very tactful."

"You shouldn't peek at—"

Petunia said softly, "That's my privacy—how could you—?"

Lily glanced at Snape, who was standing nearby, and gave away the secret.

Petunia gasped.

"That boy found it! You and that boy sneaked into our room!"

"It's not—it's not sneaking in—"

Now it's Lily's defense: "Severus saw an envelope, he doesn't believe Muggles can get in touch with Hogwarts, that's it!

He said there must have been wizards infiltrating the postal system, secretly looking after-"

"Looks like wizards are messing around!"

Petunia said, her flushed face turned pale now: "Monster!"

She spat at her younger sister, turned around abruptly, and ran towards her parents...

The scene disappears again.

Snape hurried along the aisle of the Hogwarts Express, which rattled through the countryside.

He had changed into his school robes, and this was probably the first time he'd had a chance to shed his ugly Muggle clothes.

Finally, he stopped outside a box where a group of noisy boys were chatting. Lily sat curled up on a seat in the corner by the window, her face pressed against the glass.

Snapela opened the door of the box and sat opposite Lily.

Lily glanced at him, then looked back out the window. She was crying all the time.

"I don't want to talk to you."

She said in a choked voice.

"Why?"

"Petunia hates - hates me because we read that letter from Dumbledore."

"so what?"

She gave him a very disgusted look.

"She's my sister!"

"She's just a—"

He quickly shut up, Lily was too busy wiping her tears secretly, and didn't hear his words.

"But we're off!"

He said, with irrepressible joy in his voice: "That's right! We're off to Hogwarts!"

Lily nodded, wiped her eyes, and couldn't help showing a smile.

"You better be in Slytherin."

Snape said he was encouraged to see Lily a little happier.

"Slytherin?"

A boy sitting in the box turned his head at the word.

He hadn't shown the slightest interest in Lily and Snape.

He was as thin as Snape, with black hair, but it was clear from a glance that he had been cared for since he was a child, and even loved, which was obviously something that Snape desperately lacked.

"Who wants to go to Slytherin? I don't want to be there, do you?"

James asked the boy who sat leisurely in the seat opposite.

That's Sirius.

Sirius didn't smile.

"Our whole family is Slytherin."

"Jesus," said James, "I still think you're fine!"

Sirius grinned.

"Maybe I'll break with tradition.

If you could choose, where would you like to go? "

Jaime raised an invisible sword.

"'Gryffindor, there is bravery buried in the bottom of my heart! Like my father."

Snape snorted contemptuously, and James turned to look at him.

"Why, do you have an opinion?"

"No," said Snape, but his condescending grin suggested the opposite: "If you'd rather have brawn than brains—"

"So where do you want to go?

It looks like you're underdeveloped on both counts. "

Sirius interrupted suddenly.

James laughed out loud.

Lily straightened up, blushing, and looked from James to Sirius in disgust.

"Come on, Severus, let's find another box."

"Oh oh oh oh……"

James and Sirius imitated Lily's haughty voice, and James tripped Snape as he walked by.

"See you later, Snotlite!"

A voice shouted, and the door of the box was closed heavily...

The scene disappears again...

Snape was facing a long house table lit by candlelight, surrounded by excited faces.

At this moment, Professor McGonagall said, "Lily Evans!"

He watched his mother walk forward on trembling legs and sit down on the rickety stool.

Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on her head, and within a second of touching her crimson hair, he shouted, "Gryffindor!"

Harry heard Snape let out a soft sigh.

Lily took off her hat and returned it to Professor McGonagall, and hurried towards the cheering Gryffindor classmates, but she glanced back at Snape with a helpless wry smile on her face.

Harry saw Sirius move on the bench to make room for her. Lily glanced at him, seemed to recognize him as the man on the train, and immediately folded her arms and turned firmly, with her back to him.

The roll call continues.

Harry saw Lupine, Pettigrew, and his father all at the Gryffindor table, sitting with Lily and Sirius.

Finally, with only a dozen or so students still unsorted, Professor McGonagall called out to Snape.

Harry walked with him to the stool and watched him put the hat on his head.

"Slytherin!"

Severus Snape walked across the hall, getting further and further away from Lily.

The Slytherins were there cheering him on, and Lucius Malfoy, wearing the shiny prefect badge on his chest, patted Snape who was sitting next to him...

scene change...

Lily and Snape were walking in the castle yard, apparently arguing. They were both much taller, and it seemed years had passed since the sorting.

"...Think we're supposed to be friends?"

Snape was talking: "Best friend?"

"Yeah, Sev, but I don't like the guys you're hanging out with!

Sorry, but I hate Avery and Mulciber!

What do you see in him, Sev?

Sneaky!

You know what he was trying to do to Mary Macdonald that day? "

Lily walked to a pillar and leaned against it, looking up at the sallow and thin face.

"That's nothing,"

Snape said, "Just kidding, it's nothing—"

"That's black magic, if you think it's fun—"

"But what about Potter and his friends?"

Snape demanded, the blood rushing to his face again, and he couldn't seem to control the resentment.

"What's up with Potter?"

"They sneak out at night. That Lupine is kind of weird. He always goes out. Where does he go?"

"He's sick," said Lily, "they say he's sick—"

"When is the full moon every month?"

"I know what you think,"

Lily said, her tone was very cold: "It's strange, why do you care so much about them? Why do you care what they do at night?"

"I just want you to see that they're not as good as everyone thinks they are."

She blushed under his intent gaze.

"But they didn't use black magic,"

She lowered her voice, "And you're really ungrateful.

I heard what happened that night.

You snuck under the Whomping Willow into that tunnel, and it was James Potter who rescued you from the—”

Snape's entire face was distorted, and he said angrily, "Save me? Save me? You think he's a hero?

He is to save himself, and his friends!

You can't—I won't let you—"

"Let me? Let me?"

Lily's bright green eyes narrowed, and Snape flinched instantly.

"I don't mean that - I just don't want to see you being taken for a fool - he likes you, James Potter likes you!"

The words seemed to be forced out of his mouth: "He's not... the great Quidditch star that everyone thinks..."

Pain and disgust made Snape incoherent, and Lily's eyebrows rose higher and higher on her forehead.

"I know James Potter is a self-righteous megalomaniac,"

Lily interrupted Snape: "You don't need to tell me that. But the so-called humor of Mulciber and Avery is evil.

Wicked, Sev.

I don't see how you can make friends with them. "

Harry wondered if Snape had heard her criticism of Mulciber and Avery.

As soon as Lily accused James Potter, his whole body relaxed. As they turned to walk away, Snape's steps became lighter again...

The scene disappears...

Snape left the Great Hall after taking his Defense Against the Dark Arts O.W.L. exams and watched as he leisurely walked out of the castle and wandered aimlessly near the beech tree where James, Sirius, Lupine and Pettigrew were together sit under a tree.

But Harry didn't come near them this time, because he knew what happened after James taunted Severus in the air. He knew what they did and said, and hearing it again wouldn't make him happy.

As he watched, Lily stepped into the group to defend Snape.

From a distance he heard Snape yelling the unforgivable word at her, "Mudblood."

scene change...

"sorry."

"I am not interested."

"sorry!"

"Stop wasting your tongue."

It was evening, and Lily was standing in her dressing gown with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower.

"Mary said you threatened to sleep here before I came out."

"I'm going to sleep here. I never meant to call you a Mudblood, I just—"

"Just a slip of the tongue?"

There was no sympathy in Lily's voice: "It's too late, I've been looking for excuses to forgive you for so many years.

None of my friends understand why I'm still talking to you.

You and your dear Death Eater friends - look, you don't even deny it!

You don't even deny that that's your goal!

You can't wait to become one of You-Know-Who's men, can you? "

His mouth opened, did not speak, and closed again.

"I can't pretend anymore, you chose your way, I chose mine."

"No—listen to me, I didn't mean to—"

"—Call me a Mudblood? But you call anyone of my origin a Mudblood, Severus. How am I any different?"

He struggled and wanted to say something, but Lily gave him a contemptuous look, turned around and crawled back from the portrait hole...

The hallway disappeared, and the scene change took a little longer this time.

He stood on a desolate, cold hilltop in the dark, and the wind whizzed past a few dead, leafless trees.

The grown-up Snape turned around on the spot panting, his wand tightly clutched in his hand, as if waiting for someone or something...

His fear infected Harry, too, although Harry knew he couldn't be hurt. He wondered what Snape was waiting for, and turned his head too—suddenly, there was a blinding, zig-zag flash of white light in the air, which Harry thought was lightning, but Snape fell to his knees, wand out of his hand. Li flew out.

"Do not kill me!"

"That was not my intention."

The wind whined through the branches, drowning out the sound of Dumbledore's Apparation just now.

He stood in front of Snape, his robes fluttering in the wind, the light of his wand illuminating his face from below.

"How is it, Severus? What message does Lord Voldemort have for me?"

"No—no message—I came for myself!"

Snape wrung his hands and looked a bit distraught, his black tangled hair flying around his head.

"I - I brought an alarm - no, a request - please -"

Dumbledore waved his wand.

Although the surrounding branches and leaves were still dancing in the evening wind, there was silence where he and Snape stood face to face.

"What can a Death Eater ask of me?"

"That - that prophecy... that prophecy... Trelawney..."

"Ah, yes," said Dumbledore, "how much did you convey to Voldemort?"

"Everything—everything I heard!"

Snape said: "So - because of that - he thought it meant Lily Evans!"

"The prophecy didn't say a woman," said Dumbledore, "it said a boy born at the end of July—"

"You know what I mean! He thinks it's Lily's son, and he's going after Lily—kill them all—"

"Since Lily is so important to you," said Dumbledore, "surely Voldemort would have spared her death? Couldn't you beg him to spare that mother in exchange for her son?"

"I—I begged him—"

"You disgust me."

Dumbledore said that Harry had never heard Dumbledore speak in such a contemptuous tone.

Snape seemed to shrink back a little.

"Then you don't care about the life or death of her husband and children? They can die as long as you can get what you want?"

Snape said nothing, just looked up at Dumbledore.

"Then hide them all," he said hoarsely. "Keep her—their—safe. Please."

"And what will you give me in return, Severus?"

"In—in return?"

Snape gaped at Dumbledore, and Harry expected him to refuse, but after a long moment, he said, "Anything."

The hilltop disappeared, and Harry stood in Dumbledore's office, something making a horrible noise, like some kind of wounded animal.

Snape sat slumped in his chair, leaning forward.

Dumbledore stood before him, looking stern.

After a while, Snape raised his face. Since the scene on the top of the wild mountain, it seemed that he had passed through a hundred years of suffering.

"I thought...you would...keep her...safe..."

"She and James mistakenly trusted others," said Dumbledore. "Like you, Severus. Didn't you also expect Voldemort to spare her life?"

Snape's breathing was feeble.

"Her son survived."

Snape shook his head violently, as if trying to dislodge an annoying fly.

"Her son is alive and has the same eyes as his mother's, exactly the same.

I think you remember Lily Evans' eyes, the shape and the color, right? "

"No!" Snape roared, "It's gone... dead..."

"Is this remorse, Severus?"

"I hope... I hope it's me who dies..."

"What use is that to others?"

Dumbledore said coldly: "If you love Lily Evans, if you really love her, then the way ahead of you is clear."

There seemed to be a mist of pain in front of Snape's eyes, and Dumbledore's words seemed to take a long time to reach his ears.

"You—what did you say?"

"You know how and why she died.

Don't let her sacrifice be in vain, help me protect Lily's son. "

"He needs no protection, the Dark Lord is gone—"

"The Dark Lord will return, and then Harry Potter will be in dire danger."

After a long silence, Snape slowly controlled himself and breathed freely.

Finally he said: "Very well. Very well. But please don't—don't tell, Dumbledore! Only you and I! You swear! I can't stand it... especially Potter's son... I I swear to you!"

"Should I swear, Severus, to never reveal the best side of you?"

Dumbledore looked down at Snape's agitated and pained face, and sighed, "If you insist..."

The office disappeared, only to resurface shortly afterwards.

Snape paced up and down in front of Dumbledore.

"—like his father, mediocre, haughty, disciplinarian, showy, attention-grabbing, insolent—"

"You see what you expect to see, Severus,"

Dumbledore was reading a copy of "Transfiguration Today", and said without looking up: "The other teachers said that the boy was modest, easy-going, and talented.

I personally also found him to be a likable kid. "

Dumbledore turned a page and said, still without looking up, "Pay attention to Quirrell, will you?"

The colors swirled, everything around them darkened, and Snape and Dumbledore stood a little apart in the hall.

The last of the Yule Ball pass them by and go back to sleep.

"How about it?"

"Karkaroff's marks also turned black. He was nervous and worried about punishment.

You know he helped the Ministry a lot after the Dark Lord fell. "

Snape looked sideways at Dumbledore's curved nose: "Karkaroff intends to run away if the mark burns."

"Yeah?"

whispered Dumbledore, as Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies came in from the playground, giggling: "You'd love to come with him, too?"

"No," said Snape, his dark eyes fixed on Fleur's and Roger's receding backs, "I'm not such a coward."

"Yes," agreed Dumbledore, "you are far braver than Igor Karkaroff by far. You know, I sometimes think our classification is too hasty..."

He walked away, leaving Snape dejected...

This time, Harry was still standing in the headmaster's office.

It was night, and Dumbledore was slumped weakly on the throne-like chair behind the table, looking delirious.

His right hand was drooping, charred and black.

Snape murmured a spell, pointed his wand at that wrist, and poured a cup of thick golden potion into Dumbledore's mouth with his left hand.

After a while, Dumbledore's eyelids fluttered a few times and opened.

"Why," snapped Snape, "why are you wearing that ring?

It has a charm on it, as you must know.

Why even touch it? "

Marvolo Gaunt's ring lay cracked on the table in front of Dumbledore, next to Gryffindor's sword.

Dumbledore smiled wryly.

"It's not that serious, isn't there still you, besides, Jon said..."

"Jon, Jon, what he said is not the Bible, can you stop listening to him?

How can he guarantee that you can live?

The realm of death..."

Dumbledore didn't answer.

"You should know that being able to come back here this time is already a miracle!"

Snape said angrily, "There's a particularly powerful enchantment on that ring, and the best we can hope to contain is it.

I've temporarily imprisoned the spell in one hand—"

Dumbledore raised the blackened, useless hand and examined it carefully, as if facing a very interesting antique.

"You've done a great job, Severus. How much time do you think I have?"

Dumbledore's tone was relaxed and casual, as if asking about the weather forecast.

Snape hesitated for a moment, then said, "I can't say, about a year.

There is no way to curb such a curse forever, not even Grindelwald, maybe Jon has a way, but Headmaster Hufflepuff, she is now...

And the effect of the spell always spreads eventually, and the spell grows stronger over time. "

Dumbledore smiled.

Now that he has less than a year left to live, the news doesn't seem to matter much to him.

"I'm lucky, very lucky, to have you by my side, Severus."

"If you'd called me earlier, I might have been able to do more to buy you more time!"

Snape said angrily, looking down at the broken ring and the sword: "You think destroying the ring will break the spell?"

"It's about the same... Anyway, it's not particularly important..."

said Dumbledore, struggling to sit up straight in his chair: "Well, that makes things easier."

Snape seemed completely bewildered. Dumbledore smiled.

"I mean Voldemort's plans around me.

He planned that poor Malfoy boy to kill me. "

Snape sat down in Harry's usual chair, facing Dumbledore across the table.

Harry could see that he wanted to talk more about Dumbledore's cursed hand, but Dumbledore held up his scorched hand as a polite gesture of reluctance to continue the subject.

Snape frowned and said, "The Dark Lord didn't expect Draco to succeed.

It's just to punish Lucius for his latest failure.

For Draco's parents to watch their son fail and pay the price, it would be a blunt knife to them. "

"Anyway, this boy was definitely sentenced to death like me, but I still have a way out. What should he do?"

Dumbledore said: "I think that if Draco fails, you will naturally take over the job?"

There was a brief silence.

"I think the Dark Lord designed it that way."

"Did Voldemort foresee that in the near future he would no longer need spies at Hogwarts?"

"He believes the school will soon be under his control, yes."

"If the school really falls into his hands,"

Dumbledore said, interjecting as if on the spur of the moment: "I want you to swear that you will do everything in your power to protect the students of Hogwarts, will you?"

Snape nodded stiffly.

"very good.

Well, you first need to figure out what Draco is going to do.

A panicked teenager is not only dangerous to himself, but also to others.

Offer him help and guidance, he should accept, he likes you—”

"—after his father fell out of favor, he didn't like me that much.

Draco blamed me for taking Lucius' place. "

"It's okay, try it.

I'm more concerned about the accidental casualty of any of the boy's plans than I am about myself.

Of course, there was ultimately only one way to save him from Voldemort's wrath. "

Snape raised his eyebrows and asked sarcastically, "You're going to let him kill you?"

"Of course not. You have to kill me. Others can't control this scale."

There was a long silence, and there was only a strange rattling sound in the room.

Phoenix Fox gnawing on a small cuttlefish bone.

"Do you want me to do it now?"

Snape asked, with strong sarcasm in his tone: "Or do you need a little time to conceive a tombstone?"

"Oh, not yet," said Dumbledore, smiling, "I suppose the moment will come when it comes.

Judging from what happened tonight," he pointed to his withered hand, "we can be sure it will happen within a year. "

"Since you don't mind dying—you can't die anyway, can you?"

Snape said gruffly, "Why not let Draco do it?"

"The boy's soul hasn't been completely ruined," said Dumbledore. "I don't want to tear it apart for my sake."

"And my soul, Dumbledore? Where's mine?"

"Only you know that helping an old man from pain and disgrace will not hurt your soul," said Dumbledore. "Severus, I beg you to do this great thing for me, because death is a certainty for me. Just like the Chudley Cannons will finish last in the league this year.

To tell you the truth, I'd rather die quickly and painlessly than drag on and die embarrassingly, for example, involving Greyback - I hear Voldemort enlisted him?

Or in the hands of dear Bellatrix, who likes to play with her food before she eats it?

We all have a future, but those kids don't, so we're going to make it easier for them. "

His tone was light, but those blue eyes looked at Snape sharply, as they had once looked at Harry, and seemed to see the soul they were talking about.

Finally, Snape nodded slightly.

Dumbledore seemed satisfied.

"Thank you, Severus…"

The office disappeared, and in the twilight, Snape and Dumbledore strolled together in the deserted playground of the castle.

"You and Potter are in detention together these nights, Severus? Before long, the boy will spend more time in detention than he is free."

"He's a double of his father—"

"Maybe that's what he looks like, but he's more like his mother in his bones.

I stayed with Harry because I had something to discuss with him and I had to give him some information before it was too late. "

"Information," said Snape, "you trust him . . . and you don't trust me."

"It's not a matter of trust or distrust. You and I both know that my time is limited.

I had to give the boy enough information to do what needed to be done. "

"Then why can't I get the same information?"

"I don't want to keep all my secrets in one basket, especially one that hangs on Voldemort's arm a lot of the time."

"I did as you ordered!"

"You did an excellent job.

Don't think I underestimate the danger you're in at all times, Severus.

Only tell Voldemort the seemingly valuable information, and keep the most important information in my heart. I can only entrust this job to you. "

"But you trust a little boy who doesn't even know Occlumency, his magic is mediocre, and he can directly connect to the mind of the Dark Lord!"

"Voldemort was terrified of that connection," said Dumbledore: "not so long ago he had had a little taste of what it meant to him to share Harry's mind.

He had never experienced such pain.

He's never going to try to control Harry again, not in that way, I'm sure. "

"I don't know."

"Voldemort's soul was so mutilated that he couldn't stand being near Harry's, like tongue on frozen steel, flesh on fire—"

"Soul? We're talking about minds!"

"In the case of Harry and Voldemort, the two are the same thing."

Dumbledore looked around to make sure there was no one else but the two of them.

They were now near the Forbidden Forest, but there was no one around.

"Severus, after you killed me—"

"You won't tell me anything, but you still expect me to help you with that little favor. I think it's better to let Jon help you."

Real anger flashed across Snape's thin face: "You take a lot of things for granted, Dumbledore! Maybe I've changed my mind!"

"Jon he doesn't have time, he's busy with other things...and you swore, Severus. Speaking of your service to me, I remember you promised to keep a close eye on our young Slytherin friends, right?"

Snape looked exasperated and unconvinced. Dumbledore sighed.

"Come to my office at eleven o'clock tonight, Severus, and you won't complain that I don't trust you..."

They went back to Dumbledore's office, it was dark outside the window, Fawkes was quiet, Snape sat motionless, Dumbledore walked around him while talking.

"Don't let Harry know until the last moment, unless absolutely necessary, otherwise how will he have the strength to do what he has to do?"

"What must he do?"

"That's between Harry and me.

Now, Severus, please listen carefully.

At some point - after my death - don't argue, don't interrupt!

At some point, Voldemort seemed to fear for the life of his serpent. "

"Worried about Nagini?"

Snape looked taken aback.

"good.

If at some point Voldemort no longer sends the serpent to do his bidding, but keeps it by his side, magically protecting it, then I think it's time to tell Harry. "

"Tell him what?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Tell him that on the night Voldemort tried to kill him, when Lily put her life between them, the Killing Curse rebounded on Voldemort, and a fragment of Voldemort's soul was blown away, attached to the collapsed house On the only living soul in the world.

A part of Voldemort lives in Harry, giving Harry the ability to talk to snakes and connect to Voldemort's mind, which has always puzzled him. As long as the soul fragment that was not discovered by Voldemort is still attached to Harry and protected by Harry, Voldemort cannot die. "

"Then the boy... the boy must die?"

Snape asked quietly.

"And it must be done by Voldemort himself, Severus.

That is very important. "

Another long silence. Then Snape said, "I thought... all these years... I thought we were protecting him, for her, for Lily."

"We protect him because we have to train him, train him, let him hone his abilities," said Dumbledore, still closing his eyes tightly: "At the same time, the connection between them is getting stronger and stronger." , like a parasitic life.

Sometimes it seemed to me as if he was aware of something himself.

If I had really known him, I think he would have arranged everything so that when he did die, it would mean the true end of Voldemort. "

Dumbledore opened his eyes, and Snape looked terrified.

"You let him live just so that he can die in due time?"

"Don't panic, Severus, how many men and women have you seen die?"

"Lately, there are only people I'm powerless to save."

said Snape, and stood up.

"You used me."

"What's the meaning?"

"I spy for you, tell lies for you, risk death for you.

All this is said to be to keep Lily Potter's son safe.

And now you're telling me you're raising him like a pig waiting to be slaughtered—"

"How touching, Severus," said Dumbledore gravely. "Have you really begun to like that boy?"

"like him?"

Snape yelled, "Call God to protect you!"

From the tip of his staff sprang the silver doe.

It landed on the floor, jumped across the office, and flew out the window. Dumbledore watched it go away, watched its silver light disappear, then turned to Snape, his eyes filled with tears.

"It's been this long?"

"It's always been like this."

Scene transition.

Now, Harry saw Snape talking to the portrait of Dumbledore behind the office.

"You must tell Voldemort the exact date Harry left the house of his aunt and uncle," said Dumbledore, "Voldemort thinks you are well-informed, and your failure to do so will arouse suspicion.

You'll have to instill the idea of ​​using doubles, though - I think that should keep Harry safe.

Try Confuse on Mundungus Fletcher.

And, Severus, if you have to go on the chase, do it convincingly...

I count on you to continue to gain Voldemort's trust for as long as possible, otherwise, Hogwarts will be at the mercy of the Carlos..."

Now, Snape was whispering to Mundungus in a strange tavern, Mundungus was dazed and confused, Snape was frowning and focused.

"You're going to suggest to the Order of the Phoenix," Snape whispered, "that they use doubles. Polyjuice Potion. A couple of identical Potters. That's the only way it will work. You have to forget that I suggested it. Bring it up as your own idea. Understand?"

"clear."

Mundungus murmured, his eyes glazed over...

Now, Harry was flying through the empty night with Snape on his broom.

There are other hooded Death Eaters around, Lupine in front, and a Harry played by George...

A Death Eater rushed in front of Snape, pointed his wand at Lupine's back—

"Shenfeng Wuying!"

Snape yelled.

The spell was meant to be aimed at the Death Eater's wand hand, but it hit George—

Then Snape knelt in Sirius' old bedroom.

He read the old letter from Lily, tears running down the tip of his hooked nose. The second page of the letter contained only a few sentences:

Will be friends with Gellert Grindelwald.

Personally, I think she's a little confused!

infinite love

lily

Snape picked up the letter with Lily's signature and love on it, and stuffed it into his robes.

Then he tore the photo in half, leaving the half of Lily smiling, and the half of James and Harry thrown under the chest of drawers on the floor...

Now, Snape was standing in the Headmaster's study again, and Phineas Nigellus scurried into his own portrait.

"Headmaster! They're camping in the Forest of Dean! That Mudblood—"

"Don't say that word!"

"—that Granger girl said the name of the place when she opened the bag, and I heard it!"

"good very good!"

The portrait of Dumbledore behind the headmaster's chair called out: "Now, Severus, take that sword!

Don't forget you have to have need and courage to get it - don't let him know you took it!

In case Voldemort reads Harry's mind and sees you helping him—"

"I know."

Snape said simply. He moved closer to Dumbledore's portrait and pulled it out.

The portrait opened to reveal a hole hidden in the back, from which Snape drew Gryffindor's sword.

"You still won't tell me why it's so important to give Potter the sword, will you?"

said Snape, throwing a traveling cloak over his robes.

"Yes, indeed," said the portrait of Dumbledore, "he'll know what to do with it.

Be careful, Severus, they won't take kindly to your presence after George Weasley's accident—"

Snape turned around at the door.

"Don't worry, Dumbledore and Jon don't have any opinion on my behavior."

As always, he said coldly: "I have my own arrangements..."

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