[HP] Chaotic Love

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london street

The wizarding world is not safe, the Muggle world has nowhere to go, and that's Harry's current state.So, Harry simply took a pile of Muggle currency exchanged from Gringotts, and wandered in the street in a daze, watching those identical scenes boredly.

"Why don't you want me?"

On the streets of the Muggle world, there was no shortage of quarrels like this.

An extremely boring question.

On the side of the street, a boy with emerald green eyes leaned against the glass of the bus with some lax eyes, closed his eyes impatiently, and ignored the outside world.

There has never been anyone in this world who "doesn't want" anyone, but only if you can do it for him without hesitation, regardless of rewards.

As for the result, no matter what kind of path you choose, you don't have to blame the other party for "not wanting yourself" at the end.

Everyone understands the truth, and everyone will learn to comfort themselves in the difficulties of life.

But there was always an unclear voice in Harry's mind, repeating it persistently over and over again.

"Snape doesn't want him either."

What a poor fool.

Such a conclusion that is not difficult to come to, he actually only now understands it.

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Four years ago, maybe three years ago.

In short, there were too many memories recently, and Harry couldn't remember the exact time.

The boy guessed that most people are like this, some things are forgotten the more they haven't happened for a long time, but some long-lost things can be remembered clearly.

It was as if Harry could still remember a conversation he had with someone he didn't know ten years ago, but he might not remember the unpleasant quarrel with Snape.

It's not that I forgot, it's just that I don't want to think about it.

It is human instinct to seek good luck and avoid bad luck.

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three years ago

Harry had always liked Snape's company back then.

Excessive dependence.

Until one day Snape discovered the disadvantages of this method - if his original intention was to teach Harry to grow up, then he is simply indulging the savior's IQ to return to a three-year-old child, so he wisely chose to row with Harry Cleared the boundaries.

"Professor, why have you ignored me recently?"

The boy looked like he wanted to break the casserole and ask the bottom line, but the other party never wanted to open his mouth.

Harry seems to have been "dumped" unilaterally, even though no one said so.

Their rooms were separated, and their daily necessities were clearly separated. Snape would no longer do some intimate physical contact to appease the boy's emotions, and even the exclusive feature of the Snake King-Venom made Harry feel like he hadn't seen him for a long time.

It seems that they have returned to the time when they looked at each other coldly.

However, if Snape thought he had succeeded in this way, I can only say that he underestimated the stubbornness of the lion.

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It was a surprise attack by Death Eaters, and since it didn't appear to be a large-scale attack, Snape hadn't heard of it in advance.

They almost fell for this small-scale sneak attack, if the boy hadn't managed a few hexes to buy Snape time to activate the Portkey.

At that time, the boy's face was covered with blood, and he was in a state of embarrassment, but his green eyes were exceptionally bright.

"Drink the blood tonic."

Snape's tone was almost commanding, as usual, but it was a rare encounter with Harry's disobedience.

"Why are you ignoring me?" The boy raised his head and asked the elders beside him, ignoring the man's request.

This resistance is not very fierce, but it leaves no room for refutation.

This is the bravery and determination of the lion, and it has always been like this.

"Why, Professor?" Harry repeated.

Snape looked at Harry for a long time before he was willing to speak, "Potter, I thought that even your brain, which is only comparable to that of a troll, should know what is the right way."

The boy's eyes were full of disbelief, but Snape just laughed at himself, and then whispered into the other's ear, afraid that there was something unclear,

"If all this is a dream, then it's time to wake up."

This is Slytherin, always straightforward and surprising.

Wake up the other party and convince yourself.

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Harry was still too young at that time, he couldn't understand the abnormality of the other party, so he just froze for a moment, apparently he didn't expect Snape to say such a thing to himself.

Other than that, it's incomprehensible.

"What about us before? What is that?"

The Savior found the tone shameful, as if he were a foundling, but he asked anyway.

Snape lowered his head, fiddling with the potion in his hand, "Let's separate while everyone is still at a 'safe distance', so as to save embarrassment later."

"We are no longer in the safe range!" The boy retorted loudly, "I like you, you old bastard, don't you really understand? I like you."

"It appears that our savior has lost his upbringing to another planet."

Snape snapped his hands, and then immediately returned to his mocking look and looked at Harry, saying mercilessly, "Perhaps the golden boy is finally tired of flirting with those little girls. life, hoping to find some other fun, such as teasing and teasing his Potions Master."

"Stop talking..." The boy's face turned pale due to blood loss, but his hand kept holding the man's robe tightly, "I really want to be with you, please don't insult this matter, please."

"You don't like me, you just think I'm... more reliable for the time being," Snape just looked at Harry at that moment without blinking.

"I want to be with you, forever." The boy repeated again, with a firm tone.

"Potter! Don't promise what you can't keep."

The emotion in Snape's eyes made Harry shudder, and of course, Harry didn't know it at the time, it was called grief.

The Savior didn't know what was going to happen, but Snape knew it all, yes, everything.

Including the tragedies they couldn't get rid of.

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Three years later

Harry felt that he hadn't been on a bus for a long time, and he was strangely motion sick.

Ignoring the hustle and bustle of people around him, the boy pressed his hot forehead against the cold window of the car. The wound from his previous fight with the Death Eaters was throbbing. It's like rushing to the wound.

An older woman sat beside Harry, kindly asking if he needed help.

The boy's cheeks were flushed abnormally, which made people feel very affectionate.

"No, I think I'm all right, thank you, ma'am."

Harry politely and distantly rejected the other party's offer, walked out of the bus with stiff steps, holding on to the handrail, his body as straight as usual.

It was raining in the city, and the meteor-like water droplets ran across the rear window, and everything that came into view was a gray scene.

The boy vaguely thought that the rainy season was coming. He remembered that the professor on rainy days always looked pale and cold, no matter how bad the weather was. Fendor's recklessness.

Snape was still a Slytherin at heart, after all.

Forever proud Slytherin.

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Harry got out of the car and started to walk, and the rainy London became much quieter than usual.

Fortunately, the sky is not too dark, but the rain makes the scenery unclear.The muddy path seemed to consume a lot of energy. Harry stood by the side of the road and breathed heavily, his breath was as hot as fire. He began to cough heavily until his ribs ached, and he almost felt that his eyes were going black Harry realized that these symptoms were not from motion sickness.

So Harry thought of the side effects of the "contract" in due course, and finally admitted that he might not only get tired easily, but also get sick more easily.

"shit!"

When he was convinced of this, Harry relaxed instead, and simply let himself indulge in this intertwining of illusion and reality, like a mirage.

Real and unreal.

In a daze, he came to the sea in Godric's valley again, where it was still desolate.

The boy walked to a familiar place with ease, and sat down gently leaning against the tombstone, just like he often did in the past two years.

He leaned over the cold tombstone, trying to find a little warmth.

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"Potter! Do you know how dangerous it is for you to go out alone!"

Dazedly, Harry heard Snape yelling in his ear.

Looks like the professor found him, what a pity.

Harry opened his eyes lazily, and met Snape who was also drenched -- he was rarely in such a mess.

Then he felt a warm palm on his forehead.

"Do you want to be burned, Potter, what do you want? If you want to squeeze the last bit of freedom from your potions master in this way, then you have succeeded."

Apparently Snape didn't let the mentally ill Harry go, he forced the boy to meet his dark eyes, as if there was a volcanic and stormy anger.

"Am I going to die, Professor?" Harry asked Snape blankly, and the man almost froze.

Snape shook his head, "No."

"It's a pity... I really wanted to die this time."

The boy's expression, just like his words, was full of despair.

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"How many idiots are you going to do for your ridiculous stupidity!" Snape yelled in Harry's ear.

"Don't say that, Professor, I beg you a second time."

Snape was stunned for a moment by Harry's wry expression, and he didn't open his mouth to retort out of habit.

"You know very well that I am willing to die for the "idiot thing" you said."

Then Harry suddenly thought of something, as if all his strength was drained for a moment.

"I'm sorry," said Harry, whose hair was soaked, and the rain fell down the boy's unique lines, "I'm sorry, it's all about me, I'm too willful, I never thought that maybe it's all about me Wishful thinking."

"I'm always pulling you to take the road you don't want to go." The boy still had a bitter smile on his lips, "The professor is right, if this is a dream, then I should wake up too."

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Seeing the boy's dilapidated face, Snape tightly pursed his lips, and it took a long time before he spoke.

"Don't do it again."

It's not worth hurting yourself for an old man.

The boy straightened the joystick, and the voice reached the other party's ear very clearly, "Professor, you know it, I can't do it."

Even if there are a hundred choices, I will still choose to exchange my life for yours.

Even if you don't want to appreciate it at all.

"Sorry Professor, if I really made it so difficult for you."

Before Harry fell into a coma, he vaguely heard the other party's deep voice saying something.

"Why should I be sorry, I chose all the paths myself, myboy."

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It's so embarrassing. . .Written like plain water. . . .Tasteless abuse. . . ╮(╯▽╰)╭. . . . .

☆、Chapter 15

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Three years later

When Harry woke up and looked at the silver and green above his head, he was stunned for a long time, unable to recover for a long time.

The door was pushed open at the right time, and a man in black walked in silently.

Snape didn't seem to be surprised that Harry woke up. He still seemed to have that hard-to-please appearance, but without the venom of the Snake King, he always made people feel fierce and inwardly soft.

"You have at least three kinds of diseases on your body. I suggest you don't move around, lest you go to see Merlin early." Snape asked the boy casually while packing the potions, "What did you do to yourself to make me feel sick?" Make yourself look like this."

"Do you want to know?"

Harry asked Snape in a low voice, without looking at him, just staring blankly at the top of his head, his eyes were empty and scary.

Snape hesitated for a moment, then frowned, "Take your medicine."

Neither accept nor reject.

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"Let's take Legilimency." Harry still looked straight like a zombie, and there seemed to be a moment of struggle in the boy's eyes.

"I... don't want to talk about those things myself."

Snape pulled away the sleeve from Harry's hand without any trace, which was not so cold and hard, and somewhat comforting.

"Legiliency is not good for your health."

"Anyway, I won't live long. I guess it's not a day or two away."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, Snape almost knocked over the potion in his hand. Of course he knew what was going on with Harry's body, but he didn't know that the boy himself knew it too.

"Am I going to die?"

The man's face froze for a moment, then he shook his head resolutely.

"Never."

Harry's emerald green eyes seemed to be shining brightly for a moment, and he looked at Snape's expressionless face with an unabated smile, without any hint of the haze of his imminent death.

"I Believe."

The corner of the boy's lips was like a beautiful lily, which was extraordinarily bright. Holding the wand in his right hand, he tapped his temple lightly, and drew out a slender silver thread like a thin smoke, illusory and charming.

"I know, Professor Dumbledore gave you the Pensieve." Harry's expression was like a little boy who knew something, and his tone was so perverse that it was hard to bear to refuse.

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three years ago

"Professor Dumbledore is dead."

Harry walked into the Gryffindor Tower and announced the message stiffly, both in voice and expression that were indifferent and frightening.

At least Hermione had never seen Harry like that. She knew that Dumbledore was the spiritual leader of everyone, but she didn't expect that Dumbledore's death would have such a blow to Harry.

At that time, the thin boy stood on the Gryffindor tower and looked down, and anyone could guess his sadness.

The girl touched the boy gently, trying to comfort him.

But the boy seemed to be out of control, hid in the corner, drew out his wand, and reacted so frighteningly that he was still in shock after a long time.

"Sorry, Hermione, I'm just... freaked out."

"It's okay," Hermione smiled and shook her head.

But, in fact, Harry never trusted anyone after that.

Not in the usual sense of suspicion or distrust, Harry still trusted Hermione and Ron with his life, but there was no one who could make Harry feel safe in a real sense.

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Ron was a careless person, but Hermione was not, and she soon found out that something was wrong with Harry.

"Harry, haven't you been sleeping well lately?"

Of course, no matter how emaciated the boy was, he always comforted the little witch gently.

"No, I'm fine."

"Honestly, Harry, I don't think so."

Hermione seemed worried, and then she heard the boy muttering vaguely.

"...betweenthedevilandthedeepbluesea.(dilemma)"

In fact, Harry hadn't really slept since Snape left.

In other words, he never really got sober either.

He always hoped that one day, that naughty old principal would sell himself his desserts with a smile, and then he would wake up from this terrifying nightmare soon.

Unfortunately, this day never came after all, until the final battle was approaching.

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Then, Snape died.

Harry couldn't remember the scene of that day anymore.

It's not that I forgot, but that I would wake up in that bright red every night, and then I couldn't remember anything around me anymore.

And then, Voldemort died, and peace came.

But Harry never learned to start over.

Every day, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would wake up pale in the next second.

Hermione took Harry to do psychoanalysis, tried hypnosis, and even took a large dose of dreamless potion, but none of them could make Harry get rid of this pain.

It's not that he can't start over, it's that Harry doesn't want to start over.

Just like what Snape said when he held Harry in his arms, mistakes have been deeply seared in the soul since the day they were committed, and no one can redeem them.

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Three years later

Snape stepped out of the Pensieve, with a rare abandon of grace, and walked quickly to the bedroom.

The boy was packing his clothes in front of the mirror, as if he was about to go out.

Seeing the man, Harry seemed to be taken aback for a moment, rather embarrassed.

"You already know."

The boy's slightly sad tone was like... the drizzle in spring, which made people feel a little regretful.

"Why?" The man seemed a little puzzled, and there was rarely any doubt on his usually serious face.

Harry froze for a moment, "Why?"

Snape paused for a moment, then repeated the question.

"Why that exchange?"

The boy smiled generously, "I just feel that I never seem to have the kind of good luck - to get what others have given without making any sacrifices."

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This is a sad fact.

Indeed, it has always been like this.

Harry got what many people would never get in their lifetime, and he paid a price beyond anyone's imagination.

The boy stood in front of Snape, his hands involuntarily touched the man's thin and pale cheeks, his expression was so pious, like a loyal pilgrim.

He spoke slowly and clearly in the man's ear.

"However, when the Demon God was making an exchange with me, I never had a moment to thank myself for being so lucky."

"I want you to live."

"I hope you are happier than ever."

Snape's heart skipped a beat, and for a split second, Harry's green eyes seemed to overlap Lily's.

The same dark green, the same charming.

"You're such a fool," Snape sighed under his breath.

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"Am I going to die?"

The boy asked the question again.

Snape shook his head firmly again, "Never."

"Thank you, Professor."

The boy lied in the other's arms and smiled in a low voice, and then said after a while, "Even if I could, I would be willing."

"Even if I don't love you, I love Lily?"

Snape clearly felt that the boy's hand on his waist seemed to tighten.

"Yes, even if you don't love me, only Lily."

"why?"

"You said, I'm a fool." Harry smiled so generously, "Even if you just regard me as your mother, I will admit it, and I don't care anymore."

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"Professor, all of this is my own choice."

"Lily is so kind, she won't blame you."

"Don't get involved with Lily, and don't feel guilty because of this, I just want to do everything possible to keep my lover."

Snape didn't disagree, but just said another sentence inexplicably.

"I never regarded you as Lily, Lily is special, no one can replace you."

Snape said so.

His sharp eyes did not miss the momentary disappointment of the boy, and he paused for a long time before adding the second half of the sentence.

"You too."

When he saw the astonished look on the boy's face, as if he couldn't believe it, Snape suddenly felt that he was really a jerk too much sometimes, no wonder Harry always called him an old bastard.

He actually made a boy who loved him so much suffer so far.

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☆, Mess

The author has something to say: Today, many friends in the circle of friends came to comfort me. At first, I was baffled, but after I clicked on the news, I was completely confused.

It still feels so unreal to me.

The professor really died.

Last week I was thinking it was Snape's birthday, and next month it's the old man's 70th birthday.

I often think that when I get married in the future, I will marry a long-term and mature man like a professor.

But every time I think of the age gap between me and the old man, I feel like crying without tears. I don’t know if all professor fans will be like this.

Every day in the dormitory, I calmly give justice to those younger friends who are older than me. Labor management is not uncle control, labor management is father control, and I don’t care how old Mr. Alan is.

But the old man still passed away. He didn't sit in a rocking chair and continue watching Harry Potter at the age of 80 as he said. No one asked him if he had always been like this, and he couldn't answer "always".

Mr. Alan should be much happier than the professor, at least he can look at Aunt Rima instead of just looking into other people's eyes.

Hey, let's not talk about it, the writing is messy, and the names are all confused.

Today is especially sad.

Thinking about it, there is still such an article that has not been completed. I will finish it as soon as possible in the form of a short article. I probably won't write fanfics anymore.

Write something light.

Labor and management really gave their true love to the professor.

Let's stop here about the professor's matter first, the labor and management are all snot and tearful.

Yes, I saw that another article of mine was locked, and recently I have been remediating that article. Or, lazy people just finished the postgraduate entrance examination, and now they have been taking language classes. Can't keep up with the rhythm.

Bad foreign language is flawed.

When I said this, I suddenly remembered that I went to climb the wall of the professor's house after meeting with my classmates in the language class.

TAT

I have always been like this, I have no idea, I want to do everything, I also want to go abroad and take the postgraduate entrance examination, which makes me extremely embarrassed. I have been busy since my sophomore year, all busy.

I was a little dissatisfied with the previous outline, I want to think about it again, my mind is a bit messed up.

Originally, I thought about it well, and I would update the essay after the postgraduate entrance examination, but half a month passed, and I completely forgot about it.

I really am a lazy person.

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Spider's End

Harry sat in the porch with the windows wide open and closed his eyes to doze leisurely, until the familiar mocking voice interrupted him.

"I originally expected you to be more self-conscious about being sick, but it turns out that I really thought too much."

Snape strode up to Harry and closed the windows, making the room a little warmer.

Harry took advantage of the situation to put his arms around the thin waist of the man in front of him, with a playful smile on his face.

"A patient's self-consciousness? Visiting a patient requires at least flowers."

With a dark face, the professor tapped with his wand, and summoned a flower from the void. It was not a delicate blue enchantress, nor an elegant and holy perfume lily, but a steel flower.

That's right, it's the texture of steel.

Harry took the flower in dissatisfaction, "Although it's not a real flower, fortunately, I didn't give me a lily."

Snape frowned, and answered in an evasive manner, "If our savior still has brains, he should know that it is impossible to summon any living things in the void, unless you have clearly defined the place where the things are placed in advance. Location." (I remember this being mentioned in part four, but it was about food.)

"At least it's strong enough." Harry carelessly touched the petals, looking at the "strong" steel flower with great satisfaction.

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For the next few days, Snape never showed up.

Harry glanced at the head of the bed, and the flowers that he thought should have withered were still "in full bloom".

"That's right, how could it wither."

The boy looked at his increasingly pale and transparent skin, then suddenly smiled, and put away the steel flower preciously.

"Fortunately, at least strong enough."

Otherwise, there will be no good results for people like me.

Mentally complaining silently, Harry, whose face was still paralyzed, stood by the window almost looking forward to the appearance of the man who was "strong enough" like the flower in his hand.

162

As Hermione and Ron's control over the Ministry of Magic gradually recovered, and the Malfoy family contributed to the flames, the fact that Harry was Voldemort's Horcrux did not cause much disturbance.

The recent news headlines are all about how the young master of the Malfoy family and his fiancée are encouraging people to get out of the shadow of war and pursue a better life.

Yes, they both regretted their marriage.

Harry had a headache watching Malfoy showing affection in front of him every day, he just wanted to see his dear Severus.

However, the old man was messed up by his little boyfriend, and with a big wave of his hand, he sent his handsome godson to communicate with him.

Its name is that there is no generation gap between young people, and students communicate with each other.

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Harry was playing with the weird rose in his hand, with a look of disdain, "We don't have a penis, what is there to communicate with!"

"Severus is not afraid of my affair!"

Malfoy is worthy of being the top three enemies in the Savior's life (the first and second are the Dark Lord and the Professor), he didn't even lift his eyelids, "The godfather knows I won't take a fancy to you, besides, I have Neville."

As he spoke, he pulled the quiet young man beside him, and happily threw dog food at Harry, who was ignored by no one.

Not to be outdone, Harry said, "Don't be narcissistic, did I say Hongxing cheated on you? I said Neville!"

He said with a look of hatred, "Neville, Neville, you are too disappointing. Malfoy dumped you back then, and you forgave him so easily. How could I have left him alone for a year and a half?" Let’s talk later.”

Neville glanced at Harry calmly, "The professor also dumped you back then..."

Harry was speechless in a mouthful of old blood.

Neville continued to make up the knife, "The professor doesn't care about you now..."

Harry looked sad.

"The professor treats you so badly, why are you still pestering Professor Snape?"

Harry didn't quite agree with this sentence, "That's because you don't know the professor well."

Even the days when they were not together made Harry feel sweet.

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Professor Snape at Spider's End

After all, the ward cannot hold our savior. After all, even the school rules of the Dark Lord and Hogwarts cannot deter our savior.

After Harry persistently provoked the relationship between Malfoy and Neville every day.

Neville accepted Harry's strategy of "temporarily living in separate rooms", "torturing Malfoy to extract a confession", and "hot and cold attitude".

Draco was deeply hurt by this, and said that he would stay away from the disaster of the savior, and informed Professor Snape, "My daughter-in-law still has to take care of herself."

After all, it is best not to let out a scourge at the level of the savior to harm others casually.

The next day, the professor rushed to the ward to pick up his much-disgusted "little daughter-in-law".

Harry's classmate immediately threw the steel flower that he had cherished for the past few days, and threw himself on his lover.

Classmate Snape helplessly touched the lion cub's mischievous black hair, and whispered in Harry's ear.

"We go home."

Seeing Harry's happy appearance, he felt that he still prefers the lively appearance of the lion cub.

Although I used to always deduct points from Gryffindor because they were not calm enough.

But you should be more lenient with your lover.

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Harry almost turned into a koala, and he would not let himself go for a minute.

The professor looked at the savior classmate who had been leaning on him, and his hands were not very honest. He couldn't help but activate the taunting skills.

"If our savior knew he wasn't a spineless slug, he should have stood up by himself instead of grabbing me and being boneless."

When people talk about love, even their lover's ridicule is regarded as fun.

Harry's arms around the other's neck slid down the professor's thin waist.

"Professor, where have you been during this time? Don't tell me that you refuse to go to the hospital at home, I won't believe it."

Snape knocked off the boy's restless hand, and gave Harry a warning look, but he didn't know that he had long since lost his previous intimidation.

"Are you a three-year-old child, do you still need someone to tell you bedtime stories every day to fall asleep? Do I still have to play you a lullaby?"

Unwilling to give up, Harry slipped through the slit of the professor's shirt and penetrated into the other's clothes, and clearly heard the man's breathing chaotic for a moment.

"Can't you tell me straight up? But to be honest, I love your awkward look."

Snape finally cut Harry's arms backwards impatiently, and used his height advantage to trap Harry in a narrow corner.

"I'm going to deal with the trouble caused by our savior? Do you want me to be as brainless as you, and let the curse on you be ignored?"

Harry became serious when he heard this, and cheered up, "What did you find out?"

"The elves have always been amazingly talented in purifying curses..."

"Hey... you're done talking... um... aren't you talking about something serious..."

The professor refused to continue the discussion as the savior wanted. He covered his body with the savior's classmate, put his slender fingers on the back of the boy's head, and kissed the savior deeply.

The tip of the tongue swept across the other's mouth, breathing intertwined, extremely lingering.

It's a long kiss.

"Forget about that, I promised you."

The sound of velvet rubbing was very clear in the dark night. The professor's hand gently stroked the boy's hair over and over again.

I promised you that I would not let you die.

In the dark night, Harry's hearing seemed to become more acute. He raised his head and traced the other's lips with his lips, which seemed to have a bitter taste and a bloody smell.

Every time he asked himself, would he regret it?

However, never.

Probably because of the perseverance in this man, it always makes him feel that all problems can be easily solved, even life and death.

Sometimes Harry felt that the few short days they had met had seemed like a dream.

Maybe this is a sweet dream that fulfilled his undying love.

As long as this man loves him, he has nothing to fear.

"Professor, do you love me?"

In the dark night, the boy tentatively reached out to each other with both hands.

The uncertainty in the voice seemed to break my heart.

Snape took the opponent's hand and placed it on his heart. The sound of the heart beating gently seemed to be the only evidence that this was not a dream.

"Yes, I love you."

Harry felt that the sound of his own heartbeat was like a drum beating, vibrating with the other person's heartbeat, and gradually merged together.

I can no longer tell you from me.

【End of full text】

postscript

This text was not originally a short story.

But after reading this article four years later, I still don’t have the same mood as before, especially the death of the actor who played the professor, which made it difficult for me to give this image more happiness.

After all, every time I think about the professor, I feel very sad.

I suddenly feel that resurrection itself is a wonderful HE.

I don't know what to write about.

It seems that writing everything is superfluous.

This article can be regarded as the last tie between me and the HP world.

In fact, I always think of this unfinished novel, and now I can barely get an ending together, and my wish is forgotten.

Some time ago, it seemed that where are the magical beasts, but without the professor, I always lose interest.

Maybe I will still pay attention to hp, but I should not write related novels anymore

It can be regarded as a happy ending for me as a loyal fan of hp and the professor.

I'm relatively free recently, maybe I will start an article.

The update is uncertain, the quality of the article is uncertain, the long and short articles are uncertain, and the opening time is uncertain.

But still welcome to jump into the pit.

Love you lazy people.

☆, Extra Story about Raising Cats

Keep a cat

Timeline Harry's sixth grade professor and Harry are already together and have not yet broken up

001

Harry found a very sharp question.

The professor is harsh and fierce to people, but gentle to small animals.

Especially the test subjects! ! !

In order to experiment with potions, the professor specially bought a cat, a long brown cat. Harry didn't know what kind of magical breed it was, he just knew that it was expensive and looked foul.

Well, okay, although Harry hates that cold cat.

But she looks really... cute.

The professor is very kind to the cat and spends a lot of time feeding and bathing the cat every day.

He would hug her while reading, and the professor's slender hands would gently stroke her fur.

Look