John Snape of HP

"What?" John was even more at a loss.

Snape pursed his lips, but didn't answer.He turned around and put down his backpack, looking inside.

"What are you looking for, Severus?"

Snape finally took out a long, flat silver box from his bag, set it on the ground and opened it.

He replied: "Soul stabilizer - drink this."

John stared at the transparent potion clutched in that slender hand, and murmured, "This is a familiar name... Severus, have you ever endured this for Voldemort?"

Snape raised his eyebrows.

John quickly explained: "In the fanfiction I read...everyone guessed that when Voldemort just split the Horcrux, he must have been very uncomfortable. Will you be given this medicine?"

Snape was noncommittal, the hand holding the glass bottle still held up in front of John.

"Okay." John muttered without waiting for an answer.

He took the glass bottle, but hesitated, and didn't drink directly.

"...Severus. Don't you want to know why my soul is unstable?"

At least John himself was curious.

Snape looked over immediately.

His eyes were deep and complicated, and he said slowly: "There is a problem with the soul, and it's not caused by the spell. There is only one answer I can think of - John Snape."

"What?" John responded reflexively, and then suddenly realized that Snape was referring to the real John Snape in this world.

His sweat came down all of a sudden, and he stammered:

"But, but I'm dead—John Snape's body is gone. Why does the soul still have anything to do with him now?"

In John's cognition, souls are independent of each other.It was just that he borrowed the original owner's body before, and after the body disappeared, he thought...he was already his own independent self.

"Will he wake up?" John asked anxiously.

Guilty and guilty as he was, he really didn't want to lose his consciousness - especially not when he was with Severus.

Snape lowered his eyes and acquiesced.

After a few seconds of silence, he just said, "Drink it."

Looking at the thin glass bottle in his hand, John suddenly felt that his hands were extremely hot, and the corners of his eyes were also extremely hot—something liquid gushed out.

It was obvious what Severus meant.

——As long as he drinks this bottle of soul stabilizing potion, the original owner will not wake up.

John struggled for a moment, raised his neck suddenly, and drank in one breath.

The scorching temperature slid down the throat all the way and scalded into the stomach.John seemed to hear a tragic high-pitched cry from an extremely familiar voice.

With the swallowing of the medicine, the voice became weaker and weaker, and he seemed to feel that the soul that did not belong to him was turning into green smoke.

Severe nausea and self-loathing hit his heart, and tears fell uncontrollably—John suddenly dropped the glass bottle, knelt down on the ground and scratched his throat with his hands desperately, retching and trying to spit out the medicine again.

"John." Snape emphasized his tone disapprovingly, he leaned over and grabbed John's wrist, "Think clearly before acting."

"But--I took his body in the first place. Now I'm still killing him--killing a person who is innocent in itself! A person who gave me a second life!" John roared uncontrollably, neither He didn't know whether he was yelling at Snape or himself, "He's been kind to me, but I—"

"Despicable, disgusting-I'm such a white-eyed wolf! I want to be a bitch and want a memorial archway!"

John retched for a long time again, but nothing came out.He collapsed and knelt down on the ground holding his head.

"John." Snape emphasized again.

His brows were furrowed together, and he lifted John directly from the ground, forcing John to look into his eyes—there was a cold indifference in those black eyes that John had never seen before.

"Even if that person's name is John Snape, he's not someone I want to keep watching." Snape said calmly, "Even if you didn't plan to drink the Soul Stabilizer just now, I would have poured it for you— No matter how many times you choose, I will not change the act of giving you the potion."

"I was never a good person, I didn't care about the life or death of others - I already had the blood of innocent people on my hands. All I cared about was the people I saw in my eyes."

Snape looked at him, and the deep voice sounded again, "John, have you thought about me?"

John wrung his hands in frustration, and replied distractedly: "Of course, of course I want to live with you forever... That's why I drank the potion. But——I just disgust myself."

"Obviously I've taken the medicine, but I'm still regretting what I did to repay my kindness - I've done everything, and I'm still crying in a fake way. It can't change the fact at all, I just want to live with you. Really - I'm a bitch/ I still want the arch!"

John cursed again.

His hair was disheveled, his face was tear-stained and distorted, and his lips were bloodless.Each word was squeezed out forcefully from between his teeth, as if he could express his loathing for himself in this way.

Snape was silent for a few seconds, raised his arms, pulled John into his arms, and lowered his head to touch his lips comfortingly.

John's body froze suddenly and struggled.

His strength came and went quickly, and he relaxed meekly almost in the next second, only turning his eyes to one side.

Snape let go of John abruptly, and the tip of the stick was silently pressed against the man's heart, his eyes darkened:

"You're not John."

"Are you—no, who the hell are you?"

The author has something to say: High-energy early warning!High energy warning!High energy warning!

— Do not be misled by what has been said earlier in this chapter.