hp's road to the heart goes through the stomach

Snape was thoughtful, stuffed the last sandwich into his mouth, wiped his hands, and walked to the potion brewing room next to him.He skillfully cooked a pot of soul potion for himself, which was the kind that Harry had been taking all along. The golden liquid in the glass bottle was shining brightly.Snape stared at it for a while, then finally looked up and drank it down.This potion has been improved many times, and the indescribable taste at the beginning is completely gone. The current soul potion is as plain as ordinary water, which is completely inconsistent with its gorgeous appearance.He once again released the detection spell on himself, and the lights of various colors flickered, which seemed much dimmer than before.He had already guessed this result, and it was exactly the same as Harry's situation, and before this, he had never felt that there was something wrong with his soul.

Apparently, Harry at his door in Spinner's End had lied a few months earlier.

Snape walked out of the room and opened the heavy curtains of the office. Today's weather is good, not gloomy at all, and the light suddenly penetrated in, brightening the whole room—in fact, the rumors between this office and the various colleges are a little bit spooky Nothing to do with it. The layout here is simple, mostly dark wooden furnishings. Apart from the portraits of past principals on the wall, there are a large number of old books. It can even be called warm.Snape sat down at the desk, it was almost noon, the light pulled strangely shaped light spots on the dark table, a cup of black tea was placed on the table at some point, still warm, the glass cup Casting mild shadows, the orange-red liquid in the cup is plated with a golden halo that glistens in the sunlight.

He has always been used to drinking black coffee, the bitter taste can help him stay awake, even though he knows that it is harmful to the stomach, but he doesn't really care about it.Before Harry appeared, his world had always had only gray tones, but Harry brought color and temperature, beauty and love more than once.After Harry lived in Spider's End, all black coffee disappeared, replaced by warm black tea, fresh fruit juice, and various well-prepared summer drinks.

No, maybe not since he lived in Spinner's End, but earlier...

He had just become Headmaster of Hogwarts at the time - at the behest of the Dark Lord, of course - and the Carrows were assigned to be Defense Against the Dark Arts professors and Muggle Studies professors respectively, taking pleasure in torturing students.It's not that he doesn't know the situation in the school, but he can only warn the students to pay attention and hint that the neutral pure-blood Slytherin should leave as soon as possible.He has repeatedly warned Harry to be quiet, not to do some dangerous things at this critical time, such as night tours, and to pretend to be unintentional and gradually alienate him.However, the boy never understood what he said—he was still "running wild" in Hogwarts because of his great invisibility cloak, thinking of this, Snape felt a little uncomfortable—maybe it was because , the savior always took a huge risk to sneak into his office and replace his black coffee with black tea of ​​all kinds?

He has already recalled that the earliest time was milk tea, served in a fine polished porcelain teacup—I don’t know where the rough savior got it from, maybe he asked the lady “know it all”?The tea is a mellow light brown color, with a rich vanilla flavor mixed with a thick milky aroma, which completely overwhelms the original aroma of black tea.It's almost predictable, Snape thought, still frowning and took a sip, the taste was silky, but surprisingly sweet.At least three cubes of sugar were put in, and he came to a conclusion that Snape, who didn't like the taste, didn't feel wronged to drink it himself, so the liquid level was only a small layer lower, and it stayed on the table until it became cold.

It had to be said that the Savior was really an observant person sometimes, and if he put his little tricks on potions - stop, Snape felt his face heat up.There was no sugar added to the milk tea on the table the next day. This time, it was Pu-erh rose, which was much lighter than yesterday, slightly salty and bitter, mixed with the sweetness of rose, very fragrant, and unexpectedly suited his taste.So in the process of correcting the document, he unconsciously drank all the small cup.Since then, the tea on the table has been switched between Pu-erh rose and Darjeeling black tea and Ceylon black tea without any additions, which lasted for a whole school year.

Snape even suspected that the poor property of the Savior had been spent on buying tea for him - since those teas were not cheap.He knew that although he was deliberately alienating Harry, and Harry had been running around destroying Horcruxes, they hadn't even met briefly, but Harry was telling him in this way that I was always by your side.

Snape let out a breath, stood up and took two steps back and forth in the office.Because of sitting for a long time, his body was a little stiff. On the table was the lunch prepared by the house elf. He was stuck in the memory, and he didn't even notice when it appeared. It was already a little cold.After finishing his lunch quickly, he took out the Pensieve from a nearby cabinet.Runes and symbols were carved on the edge of the shallow stone basin. This was Dumbledore's old one, which had been kept in the headmaster's office since his death.

Snape pointed the tip of his wand near his temple, pulled out some flashing silver memories from his brain, and put them into the basin. The silver-white substance in the basin spun rapidly. He buried himself in it, and he had a hunch that Harry knew everything, but he didn't tell him, but guided him to discover, or remember.

He spun and fell rapidly in the icy darkness, and then - he stood on the narrow street of Spider's End, and in front of him was Harry who was talking to "him".

"Hi Severus, long time no see!"

"Severus, there seems to be something wrong with my soul."

"I think it was Voldemort's Killing Curse that did some damage to my soul. I visited many healers after graduation and they all said they couldn't do anything. Severus, you are the best master of potions, I think... "

"School starts in a month, Severus...can I stay with you? It's convenient for us to study."

It seemed like it just happened yesterday. At that time, he and Harry seemed very strange, his impatience was written all over his face, and Harry, he carefully observed Harry's expression.When he talked about his soul problems, he didn't look distressed at all, and there was even a hint of anticipation in the depths of his eyes?What is he expecting?A reunion with him?The damage to the soul now seems to be just an excuse to get close to him...

The memory continued, he followed Harry into his room, Harry seemed so familiar with his room, he wondered why he hadn't noticed this before, and suddenly realized his almost weird attitude towards Harry tolerate.

He went through all his memories related to Harry bit by bit. From the perspective of a bystander, he completely saw the love that couldn't be hidden in Harry's eyes, and the innocence he showed to the outside. Many times, he felt that, Harry was actually terribly calm, he knew exactly what he was going to do, and he followed the plan to achieve it step by step.The memory ended when Harry put the last bite of the cheesecake into his mouth, and Snape waited for himself to rise from the Pensieve, but the scene faded away and another emerged.

"We protect him because we have to train him, train him, and let him hone his abilities..." Dumbledore's voice seemed to echo in the empty corridor, bringing echoes.This memory seems to be a bit broken, becoming less coherent, filled with small "humming" sounds in the middle, making it unreal.

"How touching, Severus," came Dumbledore's voice again, serious, "are you really starting to like that boy?" And then he watched himself unleash his Patronus, no longer the A gentle doe, a strong stag jumped out from the tip of the stick, and it landed lightly on the floor, looking back at him with attachment in its eyes.Snape was in a trance, and Dumbledore's voice continued: "After all this time?"

He heard his own voice, low and firm: "Always."

He finally felt that he began to rise slowly, and finally landed on the ground. The sunset was dim and warmed the room, and he suddenly realized that what he saw just now was not his own memory, but Harry's memory after he had seen it. , the extracted memory.