[HP] This deer is not a deer

This night seems destined to be difficult to sleep.

That pair of green eyes seemed to be constantly penetrating into the dreamland in the darkness, making people breathe heavily, and the vague memories spread in the darkness... It was as if the last drop of hot oil had been poured into the warm water, making Snape frowned tightly. Frowning, hard to get rid of in deep sleep, a nasty voice vilely reminded deep in the dark heart that you never showed any liking for him.What are you struggling with?

See what you have done to him?

Tell him that you hate him, that you hate him like you hate his father, telling Harry over and over again that he has someone he loves... I hope Harry will give up completely... kill the person Harry loves the most.It seemed that even the dream was suffocating the tormented man, and he deeply knit his brow that had a trace.

But he is still alive now, not dead as he thought.

Reluctant sleepiness and sobriety kept wandering, and the dream constituted a world full of memories. The man lying stiffly on the bed barely spent the whole night.Until the early hours of the morning, he still couldn't get rid of it, and the heavy dream made him breathe quickly again.

... Everything in the dream seemed a little sad.The faint light shone from the skylight, which made Snape struggle to open his eyes again. In fact, he was not asleep. The thin light made Snape stare straight up, but his torment was not over.

Still alive, a low voice was panting in the body, telling this inexplicable thought.

The frenzied and terrifying thought was constantly entangled with this thought, Snape moved his dry lips, and closed his eyes tightly.The turbulent thoughts made his mind feel like a boiling cauldron, and the liquid medicine inside might have been extremely cloudy, but it made him unable to ignore the poison and medicine that Harry had thrown in without any scruples.The thoughts that had been suppressed in the bottom of my heart and sunk into the darkness, were still surging... At this moment, he was no longer Voldemort's henchman, and Harry had escaped death.

The desire for life is inherent in human beings. At this time, Snape fell into a strange situation, with fresh blood flowing, and the sense of being alive caused his desire to swell infinitely.

The sky had probably changed from jet black to light, and Snape squinted his eyes hard not to remember... when?Spotted Harry for the first time as the stupid deer?Or was it the first time you got that love letter?Maybe not, Snape shifted uncomfortably, trying to catch his breath, maybe he just cared too much in the first place.

Don't deny it, you like that stupid deer, you thought it belonged to you from the beginning, that's why you have been so angry.

He lied to you.

Those beautiful eyes that would stare at him viciously, looking at him like that... Look, you can't bear it, a voice in Snape's heart is panting, Harry likes you... those very lively hugs, And kiss... Are you excited?The voice wound up like a demon, different, different now... You see, you have kept him, hidden in the deepest bottom.

You've been wavering, even with guilt.

Don't say nothing.

The bottom of his heart mocked, beating his heart bit by bit.

...the hugs, the kisses, and the anticipation.The embrace that was once open, he embraced him with both arms, and confessed irrationally... the thoughts that had been suppressed all night, with the breaking morning light, began to irrationally make the troubled man fall into thoughts, Sne Pu swallowed his dry saliva, as if he shouldn't be thinking about such things at this moment.He didn't know when he became so concerned, he recalled everything in the past with a little emptiness.

Look at you, Snape asked himself in a low voice, how do you always answer Dumbledore?Those green eyes... Snape recalled in a low voice, the guilt surged up again, he shouldn't.That's Lily's son, what the hell is he thinking now?

Actually you fell in love with him.

Don't deny it, you can never deny it.Otherwise why do you indulge him?To break Harry's heart again and again?You are toying with him.Then let him abandon you, and then try to look like the abandoned one.You're as bad as that fact is, the same jerk you've always been, never even changing anything.

The war is over.

From the bottom of his heart, a voice reminded him joyfully and maliciously.

Snape closed his eyes, and those suppressed struggles and contradictions seemed never to be thought about and needed, but they were infinitely magnified at this moment.

He is like a terminally ill person, and the bad war makes him have no time to think.

But falling into a mild environment at this time made him feel the pain crazily. It seemed that the end of the war was telling him that everything was different.This caused Snape's thoughts to be unstoppable, completely off track, and even those terrible feelings of guilt couldn't stop the longing in his heart.

No, it shouldn't be like this... Snape was breathing slowly, but his heart was beating powerfully, burning more and more intensely.

That's good, Snape convinced himself so, but it seemed difficult, yes, just stood aside and watched again.This thought seemed to have no effect, but it made the stiff shoulders a lot weaker, struggling and trudging through the dream all night, making Snape extremely tired.

But Snape didn't know at the moment, when he saw the once green-eyed boy standing in front of him, whether he could still be like this, only clinging to this safe, pitiful hope, and not letting the devil in his heart Burned everything.Slytherins have never been selfish, and restraint to bury and give up their own interests has never been their specialty.

Snape was breathing slowly and seemed calm, but he started imagining what he would see from Harry, what... he couldn't intervene, he would be jealous, maybe he would burn, but They... are still alive.The jumping voice in my heart lurked little by little, but it didn't disappear, as if there was an evil beast hiding in my heart, but Snape was powerless to stop it, and instead breathed a sigh of relief for its deep sleep.

Waiting... Snape couldn't relax completely, his beating heart seemed to be constantly reminding him that a strange hope was constantly disintegrated and revived.

He closed his eyes and didn't want to think about it, but another voice laughed, and it sounded clearly in his heart, that's right... There is nothing to deny.Harry is Lily's son, that's right, but he's still being tormented by that boy, you're thinking about things you never dared to think about, Snape felt it was so hard to clear his mind for the first time, he was waiting for something The long-awaited opportunity, unscrupulously thinking about the damn boy who shouldn't exist in his mind.

The war is over!And feelings have never been difficult to control, Snape has never been able to really give up everything.

The morning was coming, Snape tried to touch the head of the bed, but his wand was not here, it seemed so sad, he was no longer strong at this moment, he was lying on the bed tired and emaciated, feeling With fingertips that can move.

He could pick up his wand again, it was time for him to stand up again, Snape kept his eyes open slowly.

Until morning, when the therapist creaked open the door of the ward, he saw Snape lying on the bed with his eyes open.

Snape didn't say anything, he was still indifferent but he didn't try to passively resist the treatment. With the help of the therapist, he reluctantly drank the nutritional and healing potions. To the surprise of the therapist, just yesterday this The patient also looked weak-willed.However, they looked at each other, and the therapist dared not say anything under Snape's dry and cold gaze.

"Sir, although I think you can get out of bed and walk around as long as you drink the potion as required these two days," said the therapist, "but I must tell you that this does not mean that you are fully recovered. Of course, as long as With a certain period of recuperation, this can be recovered."

Snape moved his neck, leaning against the head of the bed to barely sit up, he asked calmly, "Where's my wand?"

"Your wand is not with us... if it is correct, it should still be in the hands of the Ministry of Magic."

After he finished speaking, Snape nodded. He seemed to be in good spirits and didn't want to continue to rest.Instead, he instructed the therapist to bring over the old newspapers on the table.

For the past few days, Snape just spent time quietly reading old newspapers in the ward.Two days later, he was still quietly receiving all the treatments, his pale and weak face was obviously improved, and his thin cheeks became much plumper.He seemed to have more strength to support his body, but that cold and stern face was even more frightening, and the young therapists stayed here for less time.

The former Hogwarts professor didn't look very friendly, almost making people shy away.

The ward was empty, the therapists had finished their examinations and left, Snape moved his body, he propped up his torso, moved his legs that had gradually become thinner due to time, he sat on the edge of the bed, barely stood up , moving bit by bit, slowly adapting to the weak body at this time.

The next day, with the help of the potion, Snape's body recovered faster, and Snape sat alone on the head of the bed, no longer needing anyone's assistance, and continued to search for those books that he found for him when he was bored. newspaper.

There are also newspapers newly ordered for the day.

Hippocrates Smethyke saw a copy of "Wizard Weekly" in his hand when he entered the door, Snape lowered his head, his eyes seemed to be casually scanning the content of the newspaper, the page he was looking at There is a big photo of a girl standing beside Harry Potter. Harry was talking to the girl, and during this period, he accidentally found the camera and looked over here.

Harry was winking and smiling at him in the photo, but the girl next to him was looking at him.

Snape put down the newspaper, he took the potion handed to him by the therapist, signaled that he could drink it, and then took his dinner today, his deep voice was no longer so hoarse, he asked, "Maybe I still How many days will it take to recover?"

"Well... I think you should stay in St. Mungo's for a week. No, a month." Hippocrates Smethyke refused any response from Snape, saying, "Sir, you can't go. Yes. You have to fully recover in the hospital...well, yes, you will be able to walk around in a week, but you need to continue to recover...no no, you have to stay here for at least two weeks!"

Snape opened his mouth to speak, but at this moment there was a knock on the door of the ward, Hippocrates Smethyke stopped talking, he went to open the door, and there stood a familiar person outside the door, Hermione Granger, and a strange Ministry of Magic official.

He asked, "Guys, what's the matter?"

"We need to see Mr. Snape."

"Hmm..." The therapist hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Snape in the ward.

Snape narrowed his eyes, nodded slightly and said, "Let them in."

It wasn't Hermione Granger who came in first, the official walked up to Snape and said, "Mr Snape, I'm the Director of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, uh... As far as we know, you are in You made a lot of contributions to the Order of the Phoenix during the war, they identified you as a member of their Order of the Phoenix, but there are also people who question you, but since you are awake, we still hope to make another notarization..."

"In other words, you want to invite me to the Ministry of Magic," Snape interrupted them, squinting his eyes, "in court."

"Uh, yes, sir." The Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement seemed a little embarrassed, and hurriedly explained, "Sir, I hope you don't misunderstand, please rest assured that Mr. Potter will be there to testify for you again , It’s not that we don’t believe you, it’s just for safety’s sake... Sir, please believe us, you see Harry is also my subordinate, isn’t he, of course we believe him! We just need to confirm a little more, we just need you to drink A few drops of Veritaserum, answers to a few questions..."

"Professor Snape," said Hermione softly, "we promise not to ask extraneous questions, and we won't ask you to answer any questions that have nothing to do with killing Voldemort."

Snape moved his arm and said softly, "I don't have a choice either, do I?"

The Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement wiped off his cold sweat and said, "Oh, it would be best if you could understand, we don't want to have any conflicts with Mr. Potter... After all, he is also one of us, isn't he?"

"I'll go," he said.

"Ah, yes, then..." The Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement thought for a while, "I think the public trial should be... a month later, sir, we will send you a letter in a month, and in the meantime, The Ministry of Magic has the right to monitor your whereabouts, of course, we mean if you are not staying in St. Mungo's."

Snape said disinterestedly, "You also know where my home is."

The officials got the answer they wanted, so they didn't stay any longer, only Hermione Granger hesitated, but finally left, Snape didn't even bother to look at Hermione Granger.The questioning of the Ministry of Magic officials who came suddenly slowed down Snape's idea of ​​leaving St. Mungo's, and he did not continue to argue with Hibercrate Smethyke about his discharge date.

During these two weeks, Snape's body gradually recovered, and he stayed in the ward every day to read some newly subscribed newspapers. These newspapers were not limited to the "Daily Prophet" and some academic newspapers. Wizard Weekly, and newspapers like The Quibbler, full of gossip.

He began to walk around the ward every day, during which Snape would occasionally see people who came to see him for no reason, digging to the bottom and trying to ask him about Harry Potter... some incomprehensible, daring things Reporters, Snape had the 'reporters' kicked out by the annoyed therapist.

Snape refused to see any strangers, but a few days later, the Weasleys, Ron, and Hermione came again. The door of the ward was not closed, so when Snape saw them, they were already He walked to the half-open door of the ward.

Together with the Weasleys, and Lupine and Tonks, Snape's face suddenly became strange and cold.

"I'm honored." He sat on the edge of the bed, slowly put down the newspaper in his hand, looked around Lupine and Tonks and said, "If it's okay, I hope you don't come."

Lupine seemed to be doing pretty well. Over the years, he had a lot of smiles on his face. Even though he was so sarcastic by Snape, he was still not angry. He just smiled slightly, "Although you won't be happy, Severer S, but I'm glad the war is over and you survived."

Snape swept across him, glanced at Tonks, who had the same gray hair as Lupin, and nodded to the Weasleys with a cold expression.

Hermione on the side was a little nervous, while Ron stood awkwardly.

"You seem to be recovering well, Severus," Mr. Weasley was saying to Snape. "By the way, don't worry too much about the day of the trial, we'll all be there to help, and Harry will be there too... ..."

Snape listened impassively to Mr. Weasley's babble, and then Mrs. Weasley placed the basket on the table with some enthusiasm, saying, "Severus, We were all mad at you back then, but obviously we were wrong...Dumbledore meant to hide us too...by the way, Harry said maybe you could eat something, so I made some easy to digest Food, hopefully this won't cause trouble for your therapist."

"Thank you," Snape responded, sitting and waiting for the group to leave quickly.

Hermione plucked up the courage to ask, "Professor Snape, I thought Harry came to see you? Uh...he was busy, so he didn't come with me."

Snape turned to look at her, and Hermione seemed to be holding her breath.

After a while of silence, he said coldly, "Unfortunately, no, Mr. Potter has not been here."

Hermione hastily argued, "Ah, well, he's really busy."

"Well, yes," Ron said immediately, "we don't know where he went again, since he came back from France, it seems that he doesn't know where he went...Anyway, he will always come, Mr. Snape, anyway, Harry has been paying for your treatment, and he actually cares about you very much."

When he said this, Ron blushed and looked uncomfortable, and Hermione nodded eagerly, as if afraid that Snape might misunderstand something.

Snape's dark, emotionless eyes flicked slowly over them until both were holding their breath, and Snape turned to Mr Weasley and asked, "Is my wand in the Ministry?"

"Oh, yes," said Mr. Weasley, "but we can't get it back for you for the time being, as long as the public trial is over, Harry wanted to take your wand, but it didn't belong to him .”

Snape didn't comment, and they stayed for a while, then followed Mr. Weasley and left.For the next few weeks, Snape would see the Weasleys every week. Lupine and Tonks never came again, perhaps they also knew that Snape didn't want to see them at all.

Only Harry never showed up. Almost every time Mr. Weasley came to the ward, he would tell Snape that Harry had gone on a different mission again.

All this didn't seem to affect Snape, he recovered quietly and slowly, until half a month later, Snape left St. Mungo's and returned to Spider's End.Aside from Harry's still running around, the feisty teenage hero was never in the same place for much, and almost every time Snape caught sight of him in the new Daily Prophet.

Clearly, the favored savior is getting more attention than ever.

Another half month passed peacefully, and when Snape opened the closed door of his house, he saw the Ministry of Magic staff knocking on the door.

"Let's go." He glanced at the escorts and said coldly and calmly.

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Harry is coming~