The Boy Who Has Green Eyes

Verina peeped through the curtains to see the boys patrol the corridor lit by the moonlight. Morgana put her hand on the shoulder from behind.

"Go to them and give them impression that this professor Sinistra is a nice teacher. Get their trust and our job will be easier."

"My baby wants milk. Give me a second." Verina was going near the cradle.

"No. Your baby will give you a sec. I'll enchant her."

Before Verina tried to stop her, Morgana's wand had already been pointed at the cradle. She glanced back, "Your desire will come true. Harry Potter will cradle your baby, or your daughter will enchant his son if you hesitate to do action."

"My daughter, what?" She got perplexed.

"Forget it. I couldn't stop predicting your future. The power is strong enough to appear in my reincarnated blood. Go now. Shag him over before you regret." Her tensed face got softener, "I'll watch your baby, go."

Verina walked down the dark hallway. The long shadows of young Aurors led her to the Tower where Gryffindors slept. The red haired trainee spoke merrily,

"It's brilliant to walk freely after curfew. We don't need worry S...professors."

"Ron, you care Snape."

"Of course, I care. I have a spoonful emotion, you know. ... So… how do you feel after you knew he had loved your mum?"

"Well, honestly, I really thank him."

"But he hated your dad, he was his rival."

"Yeah, but he, I think, loved me in the latter of his career. He was one of the bravest men I've ever met."

"Yeah, I know. You told me about the truth." He got restless while they climbed the stairs.

"Ron, go and check the front of Head Girl's room. I'll patrol the entrance to the dorm."

"Thanks, Harry." Ron jumped and ran upstairs. He knocked the door at the top.

Harry grinned looking up to see Hermione in a nightgown. Smiling back, she waved from there before she let Ron in. He was calm while imagining their making love, he mumbled, "They are adults." He bumped someone. "Oh, I'm sorry, miss..." he was crouching down to pick up his spectacles. A slender woman picked them up faster and he felt her staring at him intensely.

"Your eyes are beautiful, young man. But your glasses need cleaning. Come to my office."

Though his sight was blurry, the figure in front of him was familiar to him,

"Are you professor Sinistra?"

"Yes, I am. I need your protection, Mr. Potter. Weird things happen these days."

She looked into his eyes once again before the round spectacles rested on his face,

"These are Evans's eyes. The bravest warrior family, very powerful wizards and witches..." and she kissed him passionately before his brain functioned.

It was strange that he couldn't resist. It seemed natural to patrol for Sinistra after the passionate kiss. He was from Evans, it was true and it felt good to hear Evans had been brave from the ancient time in Britain. He thought the kiss was one of the lessons Sinistra taught him. He needed it before he had a relationship with Ginny. He didn't hesitate removing his clothes in her office. Then he heard a baby cry. The baby's cry pierced the still air.