[HP] Mrs. Snape

"Dad, Daddy's hurt. Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... daddy, i'm sorry." Andrew whimpered and hugged Snape's arm.

"Oh my God. Quick, quick, Andrew, help your father sit down quickly." Arya covered her mouth and exclaimed, trotting quickly to get the medicine box.

Snape's left arm was bloody and bloody, his clothes seemed to be torn by something, and there were some tooth marks on the wound!

"Hiss!" Snape gasped from his throat.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll be gentler. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." Arya comforted Andrew softly while disinfecting with alcohol, unconsciously adopting a tone of coaxing Andrew. "Oh my god, why is the wound so deep, what kind of bite is it?"

"Mom is a rabbit, and the rabbit bit it. It's all Andrew's fault, Dad, I'm sorry." Andrew said with tears.

"Rabbit!" Arya's subordinates kept moving, sitting next to Snape and said in amazement: "How could a rabbit bite?"

"It's not an ordinary rabbit, it's a magical creature with long fangs and meat-eating, but it looks more like a rabbit." Snape pressed his right hand on his arm that was still bleeding, and said, "Andrew, don't cry! Now go get me some pomfret, and some antidote, I think you know where it is?"

Andrew nodded quickly, wiped his tears with his sleeve, and rushed towards the basement!

Arya looked at Andrew's back worriedly, and asked worriedly: "What's going on? Let's go to the hospital later, why are you still bleeding?" Frowning, she continued to wipe the blood on Snape's arm with alcohol. Blood holes, dirt and blades of grass she'd taken care of.

"No, you don't need to go to St. Mungo's for such a small injury. Come on, Andrew. Come on, lie down here." Snape pointed to the wound and said to Andrew.Before Arya had time to explain that she was talking about an ordinary hospital, Andrew had already rushed over.

The child was frightened and frightened, his face turned pale,

"Let me do it." Taking the potion from Andrew's hand, and sprinkled it on the wound under Snape's guidance, Arya watched in amazement that the wound that was still bleeding just now healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After confirming again and again that nothing happened, Alia was in the mood to ask, "What's going on?"

Snape glanced at Andrew with his head down and weeping, and said in the same tone, "It's all right."

"Andrew, tell mom what happened?" Arya asked softly, holding the child on her lap.

"I, I thought it was a rabbit, and then I wanted to touch it, and then the rabbit jumped up and wanted to bite me, Dad, Dad stopped me with his arm. Huh, a lot of blood, mom, a lot of blood, dad, dad, I'm sorry, it's all Andrew's fault." Saying that, the child threw himself into Snape's arms.

Seeing that Snape was sternly about to stop him, Arya quickly touched Snape, signaling him not to push the child away at this moment. Arya lay beside Andrew, who was buried in his father's arms, and whispered: "It's not your fault Andrew, you didn't realize it wasn't a rabbit, you see, Dad doesn't blame you at all, is it Severus?"

Arya had a smile on her face, but her eyes were almost oppressive. Snape didn't know why, and Dumbledore's eyes appeared in his mind. He nodded involuntarily, and replied: "Yes, Andrew , not your fault. Didn't we already kill that, 'rabbit'? Don't be afraid."

Andrew was still buried in Snape's arms, whimpering constantly.

"Baby, Andrew." Arya gently stroked the child's trembling back with distress, and lay on her stomach like Andrew, softly soothing in his ear: "Andrew, mommy's baby, daddy's wound is fine now It's over, it's all over, don't worry, okay? Mom knows you must be blaming yourself now, right? Do you think you hurt your dad?"

Andrew still buried his head in Snape's arms and nodded.

"But if Dad didn't stop him with his own arm, then Andrew would be the one who was injured. If Andrew was injured, not only Andrew would be in pain, but Dad would also be in great pain."

"But my heart hurts too now!" Andrew raised his head and covered his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Mom knows baby, mom understands, Andrew is guilty, but Andrew is still young, dad is an adult, so dad has to protect Andrew, when Andrew grows up, dad is old by then, then it's Andrew's turn to protect Dad is gone, isn't he?"

"How big does it have to be!" Andrew raised his wet eyes and looked at Arya, asking seriously.

"Well," Arya looked at Snape and said with a smile, "at least when I grow up to be Daddy's age. At that time, Daddy will be as old as Grandpa Owen, and Andrew will be needed to stand in front of Daddy. "

Grandpa Owen is a voluntary janitor at Andrew School, and he is over 70 years old.

Andrew tilted his head and thought, Grandpa Owen is so old?Will Dad get that old too?

Snape didn't speak the whole time, watching Arya successfully divert Andrew's attention, raised his eyebrows and looked at this intelligent woman.

She smiled, patted his hand, and said to the child: "Andrew, Mommy is entrusting you with an important job now! Dad is injured now, and his clothes are torn. Can you take Dad upstairs to change?" ?"

"No, I..." Snape was interrupted by Arya before he could finish speaking, "Go ahead, let him change it for you to make Andrew feel better, by the way, there are A few coats that you can wear."

For some reason, Snape had a hard time rejecting Arya.After following the child upstairs, I found out what Arya said about the clothes she could wear!

One big and one small, two sets of identical shirts and trousers, the father-son outfit that Andrew has always wanted!

"Dad, does Dad look good?" Andrew asked Snape excitedly while standing in front of the mirror, "Mom said you might prefer a suit to a T-shirt, and the shirt is also good, I think, let's wear a suit together in a couple of days Okay? There is also a robe, which is also a father-son outfit."

Andrew has wanted to wear father-son outfits for a long time. Every time he sees other children in the amusement park dressed like this, holding the hands of his parents, brothers and sisters, he looks like a family!

Touching the excited child's head, Snape lowered his eyes and said nothing.

When it was time to eat, Andrew wished he could eat instead of his father, cutting beef and serving soup for him, and even raised a spoon to feed him.Snape finally couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted, "Andrew! I can eat it myself!"

"Is it really possible? Dad, don't be brave, I can help you."

Under Snape's stern gaze, Andrew reluctantly put down the spoon, and muttered, "Dad, Andrew will hold you whatever you want!"

Arya's suppressed laughter almost became an internal injury. All night, she lowered her head and buried her face in her long hair, her shoulders kept shaking.

Snape's wound healed up the next day, which surprised Arya, and Andrew turned the pages more diligently after that, and became more attached to his father...

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