John Snape of HP

The strong wind in the sky shook Snape's robes, his eyes were fixed on the ground, searching back and forth.

——Soon, he saw a person lying faintly on the ground in the small park.

Snape's heart missed a beat.

He landed on the ground and immediately ran further into the park, but almost immediately he stopped again.

——Don’t go any closer, he’s already seen it.

……

The figure in that open space was very familiar.

John lay quietly on a large piece of dark brown land.The color was extremely glaring, because blood had soaked the soil.

He stared at the sky with wide open eyes.A sad expression was forever frozen on his face.

There was silence in the clearing.

Snape staggered, and walked over step by step.His face was pale.

John's face and the light gray coat he was wearing were all stained with blood.The hideous wound on his neck was also exposed in front of him.

Snape stood a step away, not daring to step forward.

Without knowing it, the wand slipped from his numb fingers and fell to the ground.

Again.

He lost someone important.

Snape's eyes were almost as hollow as John's.

He knelt down as if sleepwalking, and held John's cold fingers silently.

"John Snape, my name."

"Merry Christmas, Severus."

Weak sparks splattered in all directions, and the little bat circled around him with difficulty but with great effort. The man in front of him smiled and looked at him intently.

"Mr. Snape, may I have the honor of inviting you home with me?"

"What do you think of Mrs. Pince?"

"—So you only wore this one yesterday... a drafty robe and shirt and ran to minus 96 degrees?!"

At that moment, the man's expression was horrifying, and undisguised anger shot out from his eyes.

"I can't do that... that way..."

On a drunken night, he choked up with tears and grievances for a long time, as if he was being bullied.

But after struggling for so long... it turned out that it was just for a kiss.

...so stupid.

Snape touched John's eyes, trying to close his lids.

But John's lifeless eyes were still looking straight at the sky, empty and persistent.

Snape couldn't have imagined how desperate he had been before he died to have that look on his face.But he tried hard to open his eyes—as if he was persistently waiting for someone to arrive.

Those memory fragments were also replayed in his mind over and over again, converging into a strange emotion, which pierced deeply into Snape's heart like a sharp arrow, making him breathless.

Snape was stunned for a long time, and finally searched around, and took hold of his wand again.

"Call, call God's guard."

He seemed to have forgotten how to speak, and he paused for a while to complete the incantation.

In the darkness, silver-white mist rose from the tip of the staff, but it quickly disintegrated.

He read it again.

This time, a lot of silver-white mist was sprayed out from the tip of the staff, and it was slowly condensing into shape.

Snape watched silently.

The shape came out.

It was not the silver doe he knew.

With the head of a dragon and the body of a horse, a scrawny animal spread its long wings and hovered in front of him.

——The elegant silver-white body of this animal can't hide its ugly face.

That's thestrals.

An ominous animal that symbolizes death, but has a gentle nature.

Snape just looked into its eyes silently.

——Thestrals looked at him tenderly, just like John in the past.

"..."

An unspeakable grief finally appeared on Snape's face.

He slowly leaned down and touched John's cold lips.Wearily closed his eyes.

But soon, he opened his eyes again, picked John up carefully, and turned to go home.

It was dark, and there were still not many pedestrians on this street.

The man in the black robe was holding a blood-stained person as he walked down the street with a numb expression.

But the strange thing is that the only remaining pedestrians didn't seem to notice them, and walked past talking and laughing.

Snape walked with difficulty, his eyes blank.He and pedestrians seem to be in two worlds.

He didn't want anyone to bother John anymore.

……

For the first time, he held Lily in the broken house and cried so hard that he couldn't help himself.

He thought it was the most extreme grief he had ever tasted.

But the second time, he walked down the street holding John, too sad to make a sound.

There are no more tears.

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