John Snape of HP

The hall door slammed open, and George rushed to meet him, ready to complain about how hungry he was.

"John! Do you know what time it is--" George stopped short.

He stared at the two people covered in blood in disbelief, and stammered: "This——what's going on!"

Snape just hugged John in with a numb expression, and didn't speak.

"What's the matter, George? Are John and Sebastian back?" Mrs. Laws in the kitchen poked her head out with a smile on her face, and her expression froze suddenly.

"John?!" She screamed suddenly, ran over quickly, and looked into Snape's arms helplessly.

When she and George saw John's empty eyes, Mrs. Laws couldn't help sobbing, and asked sadly, "What the hell happened?"

"What happened?" George asked anxiously.

Snape looked at them - both faces were full of grief and eagerness, with a hint of anger.

He moved his lips, and finally only uttered two words: "Vicious dog."

Mrs. Laws shook.

"But—hasn't the vicious dog disappeared for more than a year?" George gritted his teeth and sat down on the chair dejectedly.

Snape ignored them.He carried John straight upstairs and returned to the bedroom.

The lights in the bedroom were as warm as ever, and Snape could think of many nights, memories of him and John in this room.

"Quick healing."

He took out his wand and pointed to the wound on John's neck.

The wound visible to the naked eye began to shrink.

"Heal fast...heal fast," he said several times, until John's neck was healed and the wound was gone.

Snape took off John's clothes, then wet the towel and wiped the blood on his body.

This time he did it very naturally, without any awkwardness.

With a twinkle in his eyes, Snape remembered the last time he undressed John, and struggled for a long time.

Now it seems... In fact, he didn't mind at all.

After wiping the blood on John's body, he took out a set of clean clothes from the closet, and put them on again gently.

After doing this, he just sat on the side in a daze, and had time to think about what to do next.

Snape pursed his lips sternly.

vicious dog.

Mystery man.

Dark Lord...

kill him!

He gripped his wand tightly, murderous intent in his heart.

There was a knock on the door, and George's upper body leaned in, looking at Snape anxiously: "...Sebastian, eat something."

Snape frowned, and was about to refuse, when George said, "We still have to discuss John's... funeral."

Snape swallowed back what he hadn't said, stood up, and followed George downstairs.

Mrs. Laws's dinner was already on the table.

The three sat opposite each other, but no one moved the tableware.

After a while, Mrs. Laws' eyes were red and swollen.It must have been crying very sadly just now.

She started by saying: "John's parents died only a few years ago, and he suddenly... buried him next to his parents."

she asked Snape questioningly.

Because in name, only Snape had a relationship with John.

Snape looked a little haggard, but still expressionless, he nodded.

"John hired me to cook for him and clean up his room. I'll have to move out later," said Mrs. Laws sadly.

Snape nodded again, but didn't hold back.

"It stands to reason that this house, as well as the publishing house, will be left to you in the future. Because you are his last relative." George also said, "I suggest you keep me and continue to manage the publishing house, and I also want to help John ... take care of the publishing house."

Snape nodded again, a trace of discomfort flashed across his obsidian eyes.

John just... died.

They discussed transferring everything to him, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

After hearing what they had to say, Snape went back upstairs to the bedroom and sat next to John.

—and after killing the Dark Lord, he will give George the manuscript of the sixth book to be published.

Snape looked at John, thinking quietly.

People would hate him so much that they would make him disappear.

At that time, he can go to accompany John.

……

That night, a shocking news was published on the webpage of the Harry Potter crew——

John Snape, author of the best-selling "Harry Potter" books and the actor who played Professor Snape, has died tonight after being attacked by vicious dogs!

Chris, David, Maggie and others who received the news first hurriedly called John, but the phone was still disconnected.

——George, who conveyed the news on his behalf, only told Warner Company and asked them to publish the news, and then turned off the phone.

...Tonight, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and he didn't want to receive any inquiries at all.

Snape kept looking at John.He remained expressionless, but there was deep sadness in his eyes.

Silver Thestrals surrounded them, circling slowly in the room.

It was another long night of almost standstill.

Suddenly there was a faint sound behind him, Snape's eyes changed, he clenched his wand and turned quickly, lowering his voice and shouting angrily: "Who!"

——No matter what it is, disturbing John's tranquility is unforgivable!

A vague shape appeared in the air, the outline of a person.

A few seconds later, a familiar figure appeared in the room——

John stood in front of him alive, looking at him blankly.

"Sev...Severus?" John in front of him called out in disbelief.

Resisting the urge to turn his head to look at the bed, Snape pointed his wand at the person in front of him instead.

"I don't care where you come from..."

Snape's voice was low as a whisper, hissing like a snake, obviously furious to the extreme.

"Don't - you - become - like John -!"

He yelled sharply: "—Avada Kedavra!"

A deadly green light shot from the tip of the staff, passing through John's chest in front of him.