[HP] Started by accident

Back at Hogwarts, after being tense for a few days, Snape didn't find any emotions or thoughts that didn't belong to him, but he still didn't relax his vigilance. Keeping his promise and relaxing slightly, he silently counted the time it would take for Spider's End Alley to return to its previous appearance after Christmas.

"...that... Severus? Are you okay?"

Stopping the hand that was delivering food to his mouth, Snape raised his eyebrows and looked at McGonagall, who looked a little confused. At the same time, he noticed that the professors next to him also looked at him with a surprised look.

"If you don't count the so-called papers that are sitting in the cellar waiting to be graded, I'm fine!"

After hesitating for a moment, McGonagall pointed to the food in Snape's hand: "But, Severus, don't you hate that?"

Dazed for a moment, Snape lowered his head and looked at the food that he almost put into his mouth a few seconds ago - a cake wrapped in a thick layer of chocolate sauce!

Surprised that he would swallow this seemingly unappetizing thing, but the saliva that started to secrete in his mouth told him that he really needed it, frowned slightly, put down the cake in his hand, and took it naturally For other foods, keep silent.

Seeing that Snape's face was not very good and he continued to eat, McGonagall and the others looked at each other, especially the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, blinked even more, convinced that he saw the one who always looked at him. It was the Potions Professor who mocked his sweet tooth with disdain, ate 2 pieces of cake that looked very sweet, and almost ate the third piece!

After hastily and reluctantly eating the food that was very satisfactory before, Snape got up directly and went back to the cellar. He couldn't bear the eyes cast on him by those overly curious colleagues, especially that Quirrell!The cautious look on his face, wanting to look but not daring to look, made him rage up, and this was impossible before!He's very good at controlling his emotions, except in front of that bastard Muggle...

Frowning, realizing that he was reminded of that nasty bastard, Snape got a bottle of red wine in a little irritability, just opened it, the original rich aroma made his face pale instantly, and his stomach kept churning , Unbearable, quickly rushed into the bathroom.

The dinner that he had barely swallowed was poured out, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. Snape supported the sink, and began to recall whether he had eaten something bad. Chilled, shrunk his shoulders, washed his face, gave up correcting those papers that would be used on Thursday, and threw himself into the big bed, maybe, just sleep...

A week later, there was no sign of the Potions Professor on the dining table in the auditorium. Unlike the occasional appearances in the past, he is now gone at every meal. Dumbledore's concerned inquiries were replaced by the man who was obviously much more irritable. The man refused with a cold face...

Frowning, he stared at the dinner in front of him: creamy mushroom soup, pork ribs in honey sauce, sweet baked shrimp, chocolate cake... The all-sweet taste made Snape's face as dark as a blackboard in a classroom, but he still hesitated and stretched out his hand to put Those sweet foods were stuffed into his mouth, and then, his brows stretched unconsciously.

When the elf took away the dishes that were only finished with dessert, Snape leaned back on the sofa wearily, his body was startled by bouts of inexplicable irritability and a little powerlessness, and he hesitated to draw out his wand, as a man who had experienced battle In the environment of Death Eaters, the necessary inspection and healing spells must be mastered. You can't expect to get perfect and effective treatment after being injured!Then, he had to rely on himself, and he, as a potion master, was much more convenient than others.

After hesitating for a long time, Snape didn't think there would be anything wrong with his body. The more reason might be that inexplicable contract, but he still had more important things to do, just in case, he didn't want to Going to the medical wing, Bobby's examination always gives him black lines...

After a few routine inspection spells, there was no adverse reaction except what I told Bobby about fatigue and mental stress. Snape frowned even tighter. After thinking about it, he threw it away. Several infrequently used inspection spells were cast on him, but there was still no result.

Giving up, he threw down his wand, and was about to take a sip of the coffee that the elf brought him, but in the next second, he staggered into the bathroom...

Giving up the examination, Snape thought about whether he would get better in a few days, so he didn't have any more worries, insisted on doing what he should do, and didn't show the slightest discomfort in his body, but, not long after, the Another change made him turn pale with shock. His magic power seemed to be quickly absorbed by a certain part of his body, and he felt that something was still lacking, but it didn't seem like he needed magic power, it seemed to be another kind of energy!

What made Snape want to collapse even more was that he began to want to rely on some warmth and to be accompanied by someone. His emotions were tense, and he seemed to be able to get angry anytime and anywhere. Even Occlumency had almost lost its effect. The vomiting became more and more frequent as more food could not be accepted by him, and his body was screaming for exhaustion every second, and he was completely confused...

Finally, the class ended, but a few seconds before the end of the class, a Hufflepuff who had not finished his homework for a long time finally blew up the cauldron and turned into a big face because of the splashed failure potion, Snape He had to push this unlucky kid to the medical wing, but standing outside the open door of the medical wing, he stiffened his body because what he heard seemed to be a conversation between Bobby and his friend.

"Oh! Pal! It's all right! Wizard pregnancy is like this, not to mention that you have used a very ancient but relatively safe potion, but if it was brewed by Professor Snape, the effect will be better, and the magic power will be absorbed. It's normal to have vomiting or something. At this time, you should stay by his side more. In the early stage of a child's formation, not only the magic power of the breeder is needed, but also your cooperation, um, even if it's a quiet hug. It will make him feel a lot better!"

"Ah, I see, I will do it, but Bobby, is Nick's food preference normal? Is it nutritionally incomplete? Merlin! He almost never touched seafood before, but now, he is pregnant In 3 months, he could eat a whole plate of sea prawns! Also, he used to like to eat some vegetables, but now, he doesn’t even look at them!"

"Hehe, it's okay. It's normal for taste to change during pregnancy. I've seen someone eat flower petals~ You just need to coax him to eat more vegetables and meat!"

"Oh! So, nah! And..."...

As if falling into an ice cellar, Snape stood stiffly at the door, until the injured student called him professor uneasily, he regained his senses, tried hard not to look panicked, he let the student go in by himself, and then left in a hurry , Merlin!Not like that!

Seeing the golden light flashing away on his lower abdomen, and the wand in his hand was tightly gripped, Snape raised his head, stared blankly at the air, his face was pale and uncertain, and after a while, he strode forward stiffly and walked into his room. potion room...

Looking at the black-brown potion in the small crystal bottle in his hand, his cheeks twitched, and he raised his hand a few times, but Snape couldn't pass the small bottle that seemed to weigh a thousand pounds to his mouth. When he gritted his teeth, his lips When he just touched the mouth of the bottle, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his lower abdomen, which made him subconsciously hold it down with his hand.

His eyes wandered between the potion and the lower abdomen, Snape's face was pale, and the two voices in his head were constantly fighting.

'Let it go, he's nothing now, for a little over a month, just a hunk of flesh not even the size of a fingernail! '

'No!He is your blood, the only blood connected to you!You can't do this! '

'He's that Muggle too!Don't you want this kid to be like you?And it was born by a wizard!He will not be happy!Two men, one of whom was a Muggle!And you don't love him! '

'so what!That Muggle seems to love you!And you're going to love this baby!If that Muggle can't accept it, you can use him completely. You can't use magic on that man, but you can use magic on yourself to hide your changes until the child is born safely, and then hide him secretly!He is yours, in your body, he is alive! '

'You are a wizard!wizard!Not a witch!It's not normal! '

'It's nothing!The wizarding world is not without it! '

'...Don't forget you still have missions...'

'But it's a life!You still have time, enough is enough!Do you want to let your hands be stained with the blood of your own children? '...

The crystal bottle with small edges and corners sank deeply into the palm of his hand. The pain seemed to make his confused mind slightly clearer. He bit his lips tightly until he tasted the fishy sweet taste. He turned around and walked out of the potion room with the bottle of potion ...

On Christmas Eve, after the last chime of the bell, he indifferently drank the last bottle of potion. Feeling the growing exhaustion in his body, and the clamor of desire for warmth, Snape folded his arms slightly tremblingly, and turned himself Wrapped in thick feathers, staring at the air...

Two hours later, Snape stood in front of the empty fireplace, the Floo powder in his hand dripped from between his clenched fingers, the sweat in his palm turned the powder into a sticky ball, his thin lips squirmed After a long time, the stiff hand picked up the Floo powder again, and at the same time as it was spilled, an inaudible voice escaped from his lips: "Spider's End Alley..."

Like a marionette being forcibly manipulated, Snape stepped out of the fireplace stiffly. The slightly restless magic power in his body gradually became still and complicated. He looked at the other side, with a hint of surprise and joy, and stood up from the sofa. The man looked at the table beside the man, which had already cooled down to a sumptuous dinner.

Numbly, he raised his feet, and accompanied by the same greetings that the man seemed to give when they met, Snape, for the first time, took the initiative to walk towards the warm embrace with open arms...

"Honey! Welcome home!"  …