HP North Star's Radiance

Draco had always thought that Snape valued Prares because of his potion-making talent, but he never expected that there was another layer of kinship involved.

It's really... really... Mr. Snape looks like someone who has no relatives or friends... wait a minute, where did he put his mom and dad?

A sudden realization dawned on Draco: he understood why his parents hadn't opposed his love as much as he'd imagined, and why they'd accepted Prader, the half-blood. While Prader's abilities and reputation certainly played a part, Snape's presence certainly had an influence.

Praliss found it somewhat amusing; she understood what Snape meant by "knowing what's going on." On one hand, it meant preventing Draco from revealing his private affairs, and on the other hand, it meant letting Draco know that Praliss also had a family.

"Where do you live now?" Snape asked.

Prarese said, "Upstairs from the beauty salon in Diagon Alley, sometimes to Black Rose Alley, and stayed at Malfoy Estate for a few days before the hearing—depending on my mood."

Snape seemed to barely accept the answer. Then the two began to discuss Praris's potion reform bill.

Draco lost his appetite throughout the meal, feeling as if he were taking an OWLS exam and being questioned by the examiner, extremely uncomfortable.

Prarese finished the kids' meal, while Snape enjoyed two desserts.

After the meal, Prareas told Draco to go home by himself. Draco couldn't wait to leave! This was the first time he'd seen Professor Snape not constantly trying to build a relationship—or rather, not having to try to cultivate one at all.

He's going to go back and ask his parents what happened!

But Draco knew he couldn't say that, so he said, "Pansy is worried about you. I'll write them a letter to let them know you're safe."

Milison and Pansy went to Germany together. Prarese couldn't go because of work. As usual, the two of them were going to bring back some local specialties—even though Prarese already had too many German specialties.

Prarese and Snape were walking the streets of London when she suddenly said, "Severus, would you like to visit Southend-on-the-Sea?"

Perhaps it was because Snape mentioned the issue of accommodation that she remembered this "legacy" that belonged to her.

Snape remained silent.

The two walked from one end of the street to the other before he finally spoke, "She probably won't welcome me."

“Sylvia welcomes you,” Praris said confidently. “Otherwise, she wouldn’t be standing in your way.”

In Praris's second month at St. Mungo's, Kaya said that a healer who had previously worked in the Department of Enchanted Injuries wanted to see Praris.

“Grandma Daisy,” Kaia said with emotion, “she retired more than ten years ago.”

Grandma Daisy was a very kind old lady who became a therapist purely out of kindness, for which she suffered quite a bit in her youth. She was very kind to the younger staff at the hospital, and everyone liked and respected her.

“My child, I’ve been so worried about you,” Grandma Daisy said as soon as they met. “Your mother has been taken to Azkaban. I wonder if your uncle has gone to look for you.”

Praris was stunned by her words.

That day was no different from any other for Daisy, but she received a special patient. It was a murderer awaiting trial, and also a young girl who had just suffered a miscarriage and was plagued by illness.

Over the years, Daisy has learned how to deal with murderers and villains. But she is also a mother, and cannot help but feel pity for a poor mother.

Under the moonlight, she covered her mouth and wept, defying the rules of St. Mungo's and sending a letter to her mother, named "Sylvia," using her own owl.

Daisy knew she had made a mistake, and she tried to forget about it and continue being an ordinary therapist, but she still couldn't help caring about "Severus Snape".

She knew he was a Death Eater, and she knew that Snape had escaped trial with Dumbledore's help, but Snape never had a child with him.

Daisy couldn't help but think a lot. She longed to send another letter to Spider's End, but she didn't even know what Sylvia's child's name was—she hated herself for not peeking at the contents of that letter.

She kept this secret for nearly twenty years until recently when she heard about Snape and his student, whose mother was said to be... Sylvia.

“Your mother didn’t not want to find you. She was in so much pain back then, having lost all her children.” Daisy wiped away her tears. “At night, she kept crying, calling for her mother and father, and even begging her cousin to apologize for her disobedience and to save her children.”

Snape turned his head away; he couldn't listen anymore.

He knew why Sylvia said that.

Snape told her not to get involved in the Wizarding Wars. Although the fool was angry, she still felt that her cousin cared about her, so she sent Snape an invitation to her wedding.

"I should get her to St. Mungo's as soon as possible," Snape thought, "this is quite a serious condition." So he wrote another letter cursing her, saying that it would be better for her to die in the Wizarding Wars like her father than to marry a Muggle; at least that would be clean.

That midnight, Sylvia might have remembered the words Snape had used to insult her... It's all in the past, Snape thought.

Southend, a coastal town.

Prasris and Dumbledore spent half a summer here, but they were too busy and didn't have time to clean many rooms. It wasn't until after the war that Prasris thoroughly cleaned the place.

“I used to look at the stars here.” Prareas pointed to the broken telescope, then led Snape upstairs: “I lived here when I was a child.”

“At that time, my magic went out of control, which terrified Deepell William,” Praris said in a statement. “Deepell William’s mother was a believer, and when I woke up, I was in a monastery, having forgotten everything.”

“Sylvia wants me to forget the terrible memories of the magical riots, while Deepell William… probably hopes his Lord will save me.”

Snape sneered: "Muggle!"

He didn't intend to say anything more, after all, this was Praris's biological father.

There were two boxes in the corner. Prareus let them out on their own and opened them for Snape to see.

One of them was something Sylvia had entrusted to Sofia. After Sofia's death, her heirs had kept it in the storeroom until Praris came to reclaim it.

The box was full of magical items used for divination. Prarese said, "I plan to donate them, along with some astronomical observation tools, to Hogwarts so that they can continue to be used."

If left unused, the items will gradually fade until they "die." Praris hopes they can continue to serve as a continuation of Sylvia's life.

“You are also her continuation,” Snape said quickly.

Praris couldn't help but chuckle: "Severus, you're right."

The other box contained Sylvia's personal belongings, including several diaries and notebooks—the last one being where Sylvia recorded her use of the word "forget everything" to describe her daughter.

“I see you, sir,” Praris said with a grin. “Here you are.”

This was originally Sylvia's student diary. She recorded how her cousin cruelly rejected her, and in it she cursed Snape as a dark, monstrous bat, a sinister pervert hiding in a cave, and a heartless villain who didn't appreciate kindness.

“Naive,” Snape said with a smirk. “Foolish.”

Praris let out a mischievous laugh.

Snape just watched her smile quietly, inwardly rolling his eyes countless times.

“Do you want to go to Spider's End Alley?” he suddenly asked.

“Where?” Praris asked.

Snape said calmly, "My home."

Spider's End is in Cockworth, an industrial town next to abandoned industrial areas. The environment here is worse than London's slums; Aylesbury at most has alcoholism, violence, fights, gang warfare, and robbery, etc.—but I digress.

Kirkworth has a very poor environment; the river is dark, the walls are gray, and the streetlights are broken and no one repairs them.

Prarese followed closely behind Snape and heard him say, "I grew up here, in a terrible place, isn't it?"

“That’s amazing,” Praris said.

Snape frowned: "What?"

“Severus, you are truly remarkable,” Praris said slowly. “To emerge from such a place as a renowned Potions Master, possessing immense strength, talent, and strategy.”

Prarese doesn't shy away from the fact that she grew up as an orphan. The lower her social standing, the more it shows that everything she can achieve is entirely due to herself, without relying on anyone else.

Similarly, she could better understand how difficult Snape's journey had been. For a poor, half-blood boy, gaining respect and prestige in Slytherin was incredibly difficult!

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Snape's face, but he quickly regained his composure, turned his head, pursed his lips, and led Prareas forward.

He could have easily apparated Praris directly to his home, but instead he chose to walk this damp, filthy, and rugged road, reeking of sewage and the stench of the river, just to see how Praris would react.

Snape led his only remaining family through alleyways filled with abandoned brick houses and dark, locked windows, as if walking through his desolate, ruined past.

“We’re here,” Snape said.

He said that, but made no move.

Prareas looked at Snape: "What's wrong?"

Snape shook his head and skillfully opened the door.

Pushing open the door reveals the living room, completely unobstructed. The living room is small, with several walls lined with books. A single candle-lit lamp hangs from the ceiling, providing insufficient light and making the space somewhat dim. In the center of the living room are a sofa, an armchair, and a table.

Apart from that, Prarese saw nothing personal—she meant, nothing emotionally charged.

In Snape's office were vases left over from withered daffodils, the small bucket Prares used to beat Slughorn in the autumn wind, the "Potion Master" mug, Snape's private stash of chocolates and sugar cubes, and a few bottles of wine—but he rarely drank them, as he tried to stay sober, and so on.

The Hogwarts offices are more popular than the houses in Spider's End Alley.

Bonus Chapter: Prarese and Snape 2

Eating is a very private matter, as is living.

When Prareth invited Snape to dinner, he hesitated for a moment. It wasn't that he didn't eat in public or social settings, but he was always a little awkward in those situations, subconsciously controlling what he should eat rather than what he wanted to eat.

This time, Praris wasn't the only one present; Draco was too. He had to decide whether this was a social meal or something that would help him relax.

Ultimately, he chose the latter.

Taking Prarese to Spider's End was a risky move, but he was tempted by a truly normal relationship. Not one as manic as Tobias's, nor as fickle as Eileen's, but one healthy, stable, trustworthy, and reliable.

Standing in front of his house, Snape thought he had been blinded by Prasris's invitation to Southend-on-the-Sea and by her praise, and had made an irrational decision.

The Malfoys didn't care how dilapidated the house was, nor did they care about Snape's past; they only cared about his worth and whether he could achieve his goals.

But Prasris is different; her abilities and past are enough for her to see through Snape's past—those barren and pathetic pasts.

"What's wrong?" Prareas looked up from the door at Snape, his eyes filled with curiosity and confusion.

Snape said nothing, opened the door, which was tantamount to opening his own chest cavity to reveal the wizard's long-forgotten "hairy heart".

He watched as Praris surveyed the living room, wondering how many layers of disguise this clever witch had ripped away from herself.

“Frontiers in Potions Research?” Praris rushed to the bookshelf. “You’ve already read my paper, haven’t you? Neville even wrote to me the other day saying that he begged all of Grandma’s friends to vote for me so that I wouldn’t be imprisoned in Azkaban.”

Snape sneered, "It's not his place to plead. He should mind his own business first!"

Praris stood on tiptoe to look at the bookshelf: "Yes, he's busy helping his parents with rehabilitation!"

“Well done,” Snape said calmly.

"Huh?" Prareas landed on his heels and looked at Snape. "What?"

“The Longbottoms’ research,” Snape said.

Praris gave a smug smile and casually said, "It doesn't even matter who taught him."

Snape’s gaze followed Prass, who was curiously exploring her home, but she never asked any offensive questions, acting more like a student visiting her home.

“Goblin, Millison likes this.” Prareas pulled a set of Gooblin toys from the bookshelf. “I’ve never been able to play with this. Severus, have you ever played with it?”

“I’m not interested,” Snape said calmly. “It’s best if you can’t play it. Don’t waste your time on such a worthless thing.”