John Snape of HP

The author has something to say: This is the first dream I have ever dreamed about the professor and John. Although the writing is bloody, but the dream feels abusive == so I can’t be the only one who knows, I have to release it so that you too Just feel it!

Roughly Voldemort is not dead, and his strength has greatly increased.Three years after the end of the Harry Potter series, I found them again in an attempt to take revenge. I skipped the first half of the dream, and mainly wrote the climax and ending ==.

It's bloody and abusive, maybe it's a bit of a surprise, so everyone be careful!Be careful!Be careful!Don't blame me for not reminding qwq

John stumbled towards a bar with a numb expression and empty eyes.

The shirt and trousers he was wearing were dirty and torn, stained with spots of red and white, his hair was messy and dry, his face was very haggard, and he looked like a beggar.

No one recognized that this was John Snape, the author of the popular Harry Potter series and the actor who played Professor Snape three years ago.

John stood at the door of the bar, paused, and didn't look back.

He knew that standing behind the window on the second floor was the person he was most familiar with, the pair of black eyes that used to stare at him tenderly, must now be watching his progress with distance and calmness.

John finally stepped in.

The security guard at the entrance of the bar didn't stop John, but sneered as usual: "Here again? What task did your master assign you today?"

John replied in a low voice: "It's still the private room on the second floor, find two people..."

He paused.

The strong sense of shame and humiliation made him really unable to speak.

There was a sudden and severe burning pain on his left arm, as if it was being burned, it was unbearable.

The day Voldemort cursed him and Severus seemed to come back to him—

"Don't you want my good men to get rid of this mark? It really needs to be replaced, so I am satisfied, John." Voldemort said softly, "The great Lord Voldemort will put the latest research into this mark. The mark is given to you."

Two invisible marks, imprinted into the human body, can never be found again.One on John's left arm and one on Snape's heart.

It made Snape lose his former emotions and reason, like a most vicious curse, what John hated and feared most, it would prompt Snape to say that request.

The mark actually didn't hurt John at all, it just had an effect.If Snape didn't do what he asked of him, the mark on his left arm would burn, reminding him.

Of course John could choose to continue to ignore it, but the mark on Snape's heart would also burn, and Snape could only die in pain.

So this month, he forced himself to complete the tasks that humiliated him in every possible way in desperation.Heartache too many times, it will not hurt again - he has become more and more numb.

The burning pain on his left arm became more and more intense, John turned pale and turned around suddenly.Behind the window on the second floor opposite the bar, stood a man in a black robe.

The obsidian-like eyes were as calm and cold as ever, but the man's expression became very painful, an abnormal blush appeared on his face, his breathing became short of breath, and his hands involuntarily grabbed the clothes on his chest.

Only from these reactions can it be seen that he is not a--a robot or some sentient creature.

John didn't dare to delay any longer, and said hastily and with difficulty: "Find two people to go up! This time is different, find two... who are interested in me."

There is a private room facing the window on the second floor. There is a large window inside. As long as the curtains are drawn, the situation inside can be seen on the opposite side.

John opened the curtains and saw Snape at the opposite window.

Since John said that sentence, Snape's symptoms seemed to have started to slow down, his painful expression gradually eased, and he looked over calmly, as if he was waiting.

After observing carefully for a few times, John finally settled down in his heart.

He turned around, no longer looked at his former lover, but closed his eyes, slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and also undid the belt around his waist.

Although the process was slow, there was no fluctuation in John's eyes, but more and more hollow.

He had known for a long time that such a day would come.

Voldemort was going to make Severus use the things he couldn't stand against him, so today he had to lose himself.

What is lost?He's a man, all he needs to do is love Severus, so it really doesn't matter.

……

John didn't know how long he could last without breaking down, every time he was thinking desperately, what he paid was only a little physical pain or a negligible self-esteem, but Severus could continue to live.

What a deal.

Thinking in this way, constantly hypnotizing himself, he was able to hold on again and again.

...But John really doesn't know what he is now, is he alive with only a shell left?

The door creaked and was pushed open, and two men, one tall and one fat, came in.

"Why is your master so generous today?" The fat man asked with a smile, "A few times before, he only let us talk about love and love, but today we can be regarded as having fun!"

"If you say he doesn't feel distressed, he really doesn't feel distressed. There are two people at once, John, can you bear it?" Gao's man said, looking at John with hot eyes.

John trembled all over in the sight of the two.He endured and endured, his fingertips deeply pinched into the palm of his hand, and a strong sense of shame and humiliation came to his heart together.Just thinking about what he was about to do for a moment, John really felt like he was about to break down.

John just stopped to think for a short while, and his left arm burned slightly as if urging.

He immediately walked over with difficulty, and slowly knelt down in front of the two of them.That's a very convenient position to get into.

He fell deeply on the ground and said dryly, "You guys... solve it quickly."

John didn't dare to look up at all, because he knew that even though the two men couldn't see, his Severus was standing opposite him.

The alienated and calm gaze of the man in black looked straight from the opposite side and stayed on him.There was no emotion in that gaze.Ridicule, contempt, disgust—all those negativity were absent, but they almost burned John to death.

"I wear such shabby clothes every day, I didn't expect my body to be really good." The taller man couldn't wait to move over, but out of scruples, he still didn't make a move, but asked again, "Your master really agrees with us both?" One together? We won’t make compensation if it’s broken, right?”

John's clenched teeth trembled, and a bloody smell filled his mouth.As if he suddenly remembered how to breathe, it took him a long time to catch his breath, and said with a half-crying smile: "There is no compensation."

While saying this, John really couldn't control his whole body trembling.

He couldn't tell whether it was great anger and resentment, or despair mixed with shame and pain.

"Let me do a warm-up first." The tall man finally lost his worries, and put his arm around John's waist.

"Then I'll wait." The fat man was not in a hurry, and took two steps to the side.

John's stomach churned for a while, and he couldn't help but looked up at the opposite side. The man in black robe was still watching calmly, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

The man behind him leaned over, and John suddenly felt a tearing pain in his heart, which made him breathless, and his eyes began to turn black.

"Severus!" John struggled out regardless, raised his head and looked directly at the opposite window.He didn't realize that tears were streaming down his face, he just asked loudly, "Do you really want me to do this!"

"Why did you go crazy all of a sudden?!" The tall man was startled and scolded him.

John turned a deaf ear and just stared at the other side persistently.

There was a flicker of something in Snape's eyes, and he regained his composure.He replied in the deep voice John was familiar with: "Go on."

John cried, "Go on? Severus, you'll regret it when you wake up!"

Snape struggled even more in his eyes, he moved his lips, as if wanting to say something, his brows suddenly frowned——John's left arm also burned at the same time, and the sharp pain almost went deep into the bone marrow.

John laughed loudly—the indelible pain in his left arm had already made him ashamed.

He yelled, "Go on!"

"...Is this crazy?" The fat man stopped laughing and muttered dissatisfied.

"Crazy is crazy, just because of this figure, I have to fuck him today!" The tall man was not annoyed, and walked around in front of John, just blocking Snape's view.

"Come on, help me get comfortable first!"

Snape's eyes suddenly struggled violently.From his perspective, he could only see the tall man standing in front of John with his back to the window, his head bowed in enjoyment.John's movements were completely blocked, and it was already unclear whether he continued to move.

Snape's eyes only struggled for a few seconds, the calm and cold look receded like a tide, and the black eyes suddenly turned into unconcealable rage and sternness.

His figure disappeared amidst the explosion, and almost at the same time, the tall man opposite also fell down without saying a word.

The next moment, Snape appeared in the room with an unprecedented gloomy and terrifying aura, almost wanting to choose someone to kill.

The fat man immediately held his breath, and froze in place in fright.

"John!" Snape felt pain and remorse, with lingering fear in his heart.He saw John kneeling on the ground exhausted, with his head hanging motionless, and the tall man in front of him had already taken off half of his pants.

If he woke up a little later... the consequences would be unimaginable.

"John?" Snape yelled again, a little bewildered.

John still fell to the ground, staring blankly at the floor in front of him, breathing weakly.

"We - let's go back first, shall we?" Snape squeezed out the words from his throat, and he seemed to have returned to his clumsy and tongue-tied teenagers.

The dark memories of these days had gradually come to Snape's mind just now.Everything he had said, and what he had seen John do—every sentence, every word, was like a crushing pain in his heart.

The overwhelming sense of guilt and guilt weighed on his heart, which made him almost speechless, and made him almost afraid to see John.

Without John's permission...he dared not even touch John now.

"I'm sorry, Severus," John said weakly.

"--what?" Snape's heart tightened, he had a bad premonition, and wanted to take John back for treatment immediately.But under John's plain eyes, Snape actually lost his courage.

He paused.

"...I can't go back with you." John went on, and he even forced a smile, "Of course I still love you, Severus. Don't feel guilty, it's all Voldemort's fault."

"Then why did you—"

"I'm probably too tired." John stared at him and said softly, "Forgive my cowardice, Severus, I don't want to go on..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and he forced a smile at Snape, and then fell silent.

Snape stood there in a daze, motionless, as if he hadn't reacted.

The fat man trembled in fear.

He wants to escape.The terrifying aura on this man made him understand that if he didn't go out again, he would die tragically here.

Snape's lips trembled, and he suddenly knelt down beside John, as if he wanted to say something, but only broken syllables came out of his throat, as if he had suddenly forgotten how to speak.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes without warning.

"...John? Are you asleep?" he asked softly.

He turned his head for a long time, waiting for an answer from the air.

Unsuccessful.

[Extra: Yueban first dreamed of her husband and wife, over. 】