Hogwarts: What Bad Intentions Could a Little Hufflepuff Have?

"After you finish talking to Dumbledore, start reading."

"So you won't be completely useless when the time comes and can only stand there watching."

"All right, I'm leaving first. Remember to read. You only have one day and one night."

"Oh, and the cost of these books will be deducted from your dividends!"

After saying that, Black ran back to Flourish and Blotts.

Snape looked at the books in his hands, his fists clenching and loosening...

Books written by mere Muggles! How could they possibly deserve—

All right... Black seemed to have a point...

He was somewhat persuaded.

Even if they hired a nanny, he did not want to merely watch from the side...

If he could feed her himself, hold her himself...

At that thought, Snape hugged the books and vanished from the spot with a crack of Apparition.

Whoever wants to protect Potter can go protect him! I'm done serving him!

Besides, with Black here, nothing would happen to Potter.

If Sirius Black had really been able to beat that brat Black, then back when they were at school, Sirius would have bullied him to death long ago.

Black returned to Flourish and Blotts. After wiping the sweat from his forehead, he took the books from Nagini.

"Where did you go?" Nagini asked quietly. "I kept telling them you'd gone inside to pick out magic books."

"I almost couldn't keep it up. If Mr. Worley hadn't held Cassandra back, she would have gone in to look for you."

Black smiled. "Thanks for the hard work, but it would've been fine if you told them the truth. I just went to see Professor Snape."

"Oh, and there's something I need to tell you. I have something to take care of tonight, so I might not come back."

"Do you