[HP] This deer is not a deer

At the end of November, in a bitterly cold wind, Harry hadn't seen a single sign of a dementor on campus.Dumbledore's rage seemed to have confined them to the post at the school's entrance.

Every week, Harry had made it a habit to be around the Forbidden Forest every night.

He was used to following Snape around the Forbidden Forest, but Snape didn't always show up on time, and for two weeks he showed up early, and Harry almost missed it, so he sneaked in by himself. The edge of the Forbidden Forest, only to find Snape's trail, followed quietly.

For two weeks in a row, Snape did not come.

This made Harry a little bit disappointed, he stayed out alone for most of the night, and he suddenly realized that it was really boring without Snape's appearance.He also found that he had grown up a little bit, and the eyesight of the whole person, no, the whole deer had become much higher.

It wasn't until the next Friday night that Harry met Snape again, and he jumped to his feet.

Snape was in the distance, staring at him, seeing his odd little behavior... Harry stood there awkwardly, and then Snape actually turned around and walked towards him.

He was already approaching, the fawn looked at him with those big round eyes, and as Snape approached, those pointed ears gradually drooped down.

Snape remained silent, looking at the taller fawn. He stretched out his hand, rubbed his fingertips on the top of the furry head, and then touched it twice with his open palm.

A little soft and warm, the prickly pointed ears trembled slightly with his touch.It really didn't like him very much, Snape didn't understand why it still appeared here, not long after, the fawn quietly raised its eyes and stared at him, and the moment he turned around, the fawn behind him raised its pointed ears, hastily followed behind him.

……

Another week passed, and the sky suddenly cleared, taking on a blinding opaline hue.

The muddy field was also covered with a shiny frost one morning.Inside the castle, there is a Christmas atmosphere everywhere. The students are happily discussing their vacation plans. The teachers of various courses are also very relaxed and happy. Professor Flitwick of the Charms class even used a shimmering light source to Decorating his classroom, maybe that aside from Snape, he still looked like he didn't care.

Ron was complaining about the thesis homework assigned by the old bat that was as long as four sheets of parchment, "I really don't understand what we use to write this stuff? You know, he actually said that the homework I wrote so hard was very good. Meaningless!"

He imitated in a weird way, "'Weasley, I really wonder if you wrote this assignment yourself. I can't see a decent paragraph, but some of them are so accurate that I am very surprised, but I have to The conclusions that come out are just ridiculous'. You know what he said... that old guy..."

"I don't want to hear any more," said Harry with a headache.

Today was another Friday, and he couldn't stop his thinking. Since the afternoon, he began to wonder if he would meet Snape again tonight.

He even had a whim, if he met Snape tonight, it would be nice to change his mind.However, Snape didn't know that it was he who was 'stalking' him.

——Speaking of which, he actually still wanted to find the old bat.

He should not have gone.

Harry thought hesitantly all day.

But as soon as Wu Wan arrived, he couldn't wait and found an excuse to distract Ron, and ran out by himself.After coming out, Harry wandered around the field, wondering again, why is he in such a hurry?But he was actually... very happy, even looking forward to it.

Anyway, when he followed Snape... it was just a deer, not Harry Potter.

Snape didn't notice him.Harry's heart pounded at the thought, and he was hiding a secret...no one knew.

Harry walked over with his short tail wagging, and just after hiding by the lake and turning around, he immediately ran over.

But Snape had come before him.

Harry saw Snape standing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He was looking around, as if looking for something. After a while, Snape finally saw him, and the eyes that fell directly on him did not move away.

He is waiting for him?

Harry subconsciously quickened his pace, and unconsciously jumped lightly, his body unconsciously expressed joy, Snape remained silent, and Harry wagged his short tail happily, knowing that he had grown taller again, The height of the head finally reached Snape's thigh.

He straightened his neck, but Snape still stood still, and he looked up at Snape strangely.

Still looking at him, Snape reached out to touch the fawn's little furry head, tapped it with his fingertips, and then walked into the Forbidden Forest.

In fact, the Forbidden Forest has already been covered with heavy snow at this time, and there are almost not many things left.

Snape had also returned empty-handed for two weeks.

In fact, Harry was a little puzzled, why did he still come here?

...He followed behind Snape's robes. Today's weather was fine, and the evening sun made Harry feel very comfortable. He couldn't help stomping his feet in the snow, and kept looking down at the marks under his feet. Four hooves, making a series of footprints in the snow, completely different from human beings, and looking extremely thin, until Harry tripped over a tree root and staggered to the ground in Snape's sight mud.

He hurriedly stood up and pouted the contents of his mouth, only to find that at some point, Snape actually stopped and stood not far away looking at him... Seeing him entertaining himself so stupidly, by the way, I made a fool of myself.

Harry stared annoyedly, he actually felt that Snape's perennially stiff and annoying face 'twitched', and the corners of his mouth seemed to rise a little bit?He shook his head wonderingly, he must be laughing at him, the old bat has such an ugly smile.

"Yo-huh," Harry snorted uncontrollably annoyed, and immediately shut up.Then, he looked up to see Snape walking in front of him.

Snape reached out to touch his head, gently rubbing the short down with his fingertips, not... uncomfortable.

Harry didn't stop Snape's touch.

That day, after leaving, Harry couldn't help thinking about it all week.

Especially during the Potions class, I couldn't help but watch Snape secretly. Snape stood on the podium and looked down at the students below, while Neville was staring at the strange purple-red liquid in his cauldron in distress.

Ron frantically tended to the cauldron, but his cauldron was smoking and ominous, and Hermione was halfway through it without a single thread.

Only the absent-minded Harry, slowly stirring the potion in the cauldron, kept looking in Snape's direction.

Snape came over, and Harry quickly lowered his head, stirring the cauldron vigorously.Snape came down from the podium and was already beside Neville. Neville was about to cry, and looked at the approaching Snape with a helpless expression.

Neville was next to Harry, and Snape was next to Harry at this moment.Harry could also hear Ron murmuring in a low voice in the distance, and he could guess that Snape would definitely fail Ron straight away.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor!" Snape stared coldly at Neville's cauldron, and asked softly, "What is this? Huh? Fuchsia... maybe you can tell me that you really have The steps I said to do?"

Immediately afterwards, Snape turned to look at him, and Harry closed his eyes, pretending to be calm and continuing to stir the cauldron.

"Potter!" Snape snapped.

"...What's the matter?" He responded sullenly.

"Don't tell me you spent a whole class dealing with so... a little material," Snape sneered, glancing at his cauldron, "maybe you might actually be sure there was a fire under your cauldron Bar?"

Harry lowered his head and gritted his teeth, suddenly angry.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," he said, "Potter, if you don't finish before get out of class ends, I'll give Gryffindor another twenty points."

"Yes, sir!" Harry replied loudly, gritted his teeth and almost hated Snape again at this moment.

It's the last week of term and it's Friday again.

He hid in the grass by the lake, Harry stood up abruptly, and found that he had grown a lot taller.Then, he flicked his tail and walked towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest again.

…and then he stood in front of Snape again.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it!

Snape patted his head, the freezing weather made Harry the Fawn shiver, and then his body warmed up, and the warming spell given by the man beside him made his body warm up quickly.Harry turned his head, but Snape's palm on his head did not move away, but continued to ravage/ruffle his hair with a little force, and he even casually stroked his sensitive hair with his fingertips ear.

Harry kept shaking his ears angrily, and tried to avoid it, but Snape continued to tease him impartially. The itchy feeling made Harry snort several times in a row, and hummed at Snape. dissatisfied.Immediately afterwards, the fingertips stroked down his neck, all the way to his back.

Harry blushed with anger, but unfortunately no one could understand how a deer blushed. From Harry's point of view, Snape just touched his head, rubbed his ear, and then slapped him from behind. Back of the neck, all the way to the back...

He was so angry that he wanted to bite Snape viciously, and shook off Snape's hand angrily.

And then he did, biting Snape's sleeve, barely restraining Snape's restless hand.

Harry was depressed.

Other than that, he doesn't have any means - because he can't talk, and he doesn't have hands! !

Those beady eyes glared at Snape viciously.

Snape raised the corner of his mouth slightly, squinted his eyes and stretched out his other hand in enjoyment again, touching the tip of Harry's ear.

Harry shook his ears angrily and patted his fingers, until Snape seemed to have had enough of playing, and then he took his hand back wisely. He stroked Harry's hairy head, and said the first sentence to him, "brat."

Harry was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looking up at Snape, he almost thought that Snape recognized him and would talk to him, but the next second, he realized something was wrong—the old bat wouldn't Talk to him so calmly.

So... Snape didn't expect him to answer, turned and walked towards the Forbidden Forest, followed by Harry stupidly.He followed Snape silently for a long time before running up to Snape's side, Harry did not walk away from him.

Snape glanced sideways at him.

Harry jumped up and down, poking his head down at the slush marks, pretending not to care about Snape at all.

...Actually, it's pretty good.

After Harry finished his 'private meeting' with Snape, the weekend came again, everyone went to Hogsmeade, and Harry was the only third year student staying in school.He should have been very indignant about this, but Harry found that he had begun to feel indifferent. It seemed that Friday's secret had filled this regret, and occasionally thinking of Snape, Harry could always feel secretly happy.

It's weird...

Harry wandered the empty corridors, dreaming absent-mindedly, holding in his hand the Sort Broomstick he'd borrowed from Wood, having decided to spend the day learning about the different styles of broomsticks, But the Weasley twins also gave him a present - a Hogwarts Marauder's Map.

He watched the little ink dot representing Mrs. Norris turn to the left, pause, and sniff something on the floor.With a quick glance, Harry began to search aimlessly for Snape's location, and then he saw Snape in the cellar.

There are several passages that can leave Hogwarts marked on it. It can use this map to go to Hogsmeade village. It doesn't mean that he wants to steal something or attack someone...

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