John Snape of HP

"John." The familiar voice was deep and anxious, and it sounded in his ear, "John?"

John slowly opened his eyes, and rolled them in a daze - he found himself falling face-down on the cold floor, his left cheek hurt, and his wand fell not far away.

John got up slowly and wiped his face.

—His face was actually full of tears.

And Snape was half-kneeling in front of him, looking at him with some worry in his black eyes.

"It's normal if you can't summon it for the first time. You don't need to work so hard." Snape frowned and said disapprovingly.

John looked around dully, and agreed: "... Ah. But... I am... What's wrong?"

Amidst the rustling, Snape stood up and walked towards the table: "You were practicing the Patronus Charm, but suddenly lost consciousness, like falling into a nightmare, and you couldn't wake up no matter what."

He searched for a while on the messy desk, took out a small piece of chocolate, and walked over to hand it to John who was still sitting on the ground in a daze.

...It turns out...it was a dream.

John looked at his palm, the palm was intact and there was no wound, but the sharp pain that pierced the palm still clearly remained in his heart.

He looked at Snape who was still handing the chocolates—he had a calm expression, but he still looked at him with warmth in his eyes, unlike in the dream where he started to become wary and alienated after being confessed.

John took it in a daze, peeled off the wrapping paper and took a bite, realizing something.

...Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Good thing he hasn't confessed yet.

John took another bite of the chocolate and couldn't help smiling.

If he had made his feelings for Severus known, the consequences would have been very bad - he'd known that all along.

It's just that he was not reconciled, and he still had illusions in his heart, what if Severus accepted him?

But now, the fantasy is shattered.

John glanced at the wand gratefully.

——He was still filled with incomparable remorse and sadness, but now he suddenly realized that nothing had happened yet!

The strong sense of gratitude made him very happy, but also lingering fear.

"Severus?" he called out.

"...?"

Snape didn't speak, but his eyes had already turned around, waiting for him to speak with some doubts.

In the dense white steam wafting from the cauldron, Snape's face didn't look very clear, but it also looked much softer.John traced his facial features with his eyes... so familiar, his eyes always involuntarily pursued.

Therefore, the dream just now must be a hint from heaven.

John made up his mind, so he asked with a smile, "Is the refreshing potion ready? I can't bear the nasal sound anymore!"

——In the future, I will never...never express my feelings to Severus.

That's fine now.They lived together, and Severus knew exactly what he was thinking.They live in peace.

If he really wanted to become the last situation in his dream, he would not be able to accept it.

……

Snape glanced at the potion that was about to be completed in the cauldron, and looked up at John suspiciously.

—John was in his own thoughts, with a sad face and a happy face.

Very strange.

Snape thoughtfully recalled the scene just now.

John couldn't wake up, as if he had fallen into a deep coma, but his face was full of tears, very sad.

The Patronus Charm needs to recall one's happiest memory.Or if you have a strong desire to protect, you can release your own patron saint.

But what about recalling happy events that suddenly turn sad?Can this spell go wrong?

John...has he thought of the past?

Snape frowned.

He suddenly found himself ignorant of John's past.

The medicine is finally ready.

Instead of putting away the extra refreshment, Snape placed all three slim glass bottles in front of John.

"Drink it."

"So much?!" John stammered, startled.

Snape said nothing.

John shrugged and drank bottle after bottle.

Puffs of steam burst out of his ears immediately, his head became red, and he made a "buzzing" sound, like a locomotive.

But what followed was that the fatigue was swept away.The drowsiness and discomfort caused by the severe cold all disappeared, and the excitement caused by the great joy and sorrow just now began to fade away, and the whole body felt as warm as if soaked in hot water.

John let out a long, comfortable sigh and stuffed the last few mouthfuls of chocolate into his mouth.

"Severus, I'll sleep for a while..." he muttered, falling back on the bed.After closing his eyes, he vaguely heard Snape's answer.

A satisfied smile rose from the corner of John's mouth, and he fell into a dark and sweet dream.

Indeed, that would be fine.