HP Time and Space Covenant

The platinum long-haired man standing next to the black-haired and red-eyed man smiled reservedly, with an elegant figure and delicate face, standing next to someone as dazzling as Voldemort, but it did not diminish his personal charm.Two people of similar height stood side by side in the bright white light of the hall, talking happily, an atmosphere of tacit understanding filled between them.

"Malfoy is really valued by the Lord, isn't he?" The young nobleman who came to talk to Severus before said with a hint of imperceptible sourness.This Walton McNeill, who was not very well-born, had always hoped that he could stand out and gain Voldemort's attention, and perhaps he would have a chance tonight.

"Indeed." Severus lowered his head and glanced at the pretentious wine glass in his hand. Just now, there were waves of handsome men and women who were courting Voldemort, and this was right next to him.However, no one was more qualified to stand by Voldemort's side than Chief Malfoy.The dark-haired Slytherin thought a little sadly.

McNeill looked at Severus, who was not in a high mood, with a sullen smile in his heart, thinking he understood what this man with good temperament was thinking, "Maybe it's not for nothing that the Lord values ​​the Malfoy family Reason."

"Of course." Severus nodded coldly, looked at a brunette beauty walking towards this side and said to McNeil, "It's not a gentleman's job to wait for a lady to invite you, I won't bother you gone."

The brunette, who was meant to come to Severus, looked at the back of Severus leaving in embarrassment. McNeil raised his eyebrows, smiled and extended an inviting hand to the girl, and the steps The girl smiled softly and shyly, and put her hand in McNeill's hand kindly.

And Severus, who turned and left, finished the glass of wine in his hand and came to the most remote balcony.He can't dance, and he's not in the mood to mingle with other people at all.

Just like that snowy night many years ago, the cold moonlight shone dimly on the snow-covered manor, and a few snowflakes were scattered in the sky, but they were blocked from the castle by some invisible protective layer.

Severus was actually a little dazed at the moment.Although the low-key black robe was extremely delicate in details, and was attached with warm magic patterns, but the cold wind blowing directly on his face and hands did not make him more awake.The thick curtains did not completely isolate the music and human voices in the hall.But all of this seemed to be very far away from Severus, as if mocking him for not belonging to this world.

He frowned a little irritably, the glass of wine he drank on impulse had spread to his whole body, and successfully controlled most of his sanity.But the scene just now firmly occupied my mind, and I couldn't get it off.

maybe, should

earlier.When he first learned that Tom was Lord Voldemort, he should have understood that Tom was no longer the boy who lived in the orphanage, no longer the Tom who used to depend on him...

How could it be possible to ignore Tom's growth over the past 20 years?It was a life he had never been a part of.

Even if he simply thinks about it now, he can know that receiving heir education in the Alikili family with a complicated background, and entering Slytherin as a half-blood wizard like him, this is definitely not a smooth and bright path.However, Tom has gathered his own strength since he was in school, made plans and developed them for many years, and the prestige, strength and personal charm he has gained so far are not comparable to ordinary people.

Didn't he feel that Tom would not be an ordinary person?It's really silly to think that I can still stand by Tom's side and be his best friend like when I was a child.

He was just a first-year Hogwarts student, with no social experience, no background to support him, just a bit of talent in potions, but there were more than one or two potions masters following Voldemort these days.

How could he be a friend who could stand side by side with Voldemort?

The gossip behind the curtain reached Severus' ears at this moment.It turned out that what Potter and Black were hesitating on the Hogwarts Express was about this!

Severus' dark eyes couldn't help but sink.Rozier and Gargson.The senior Slytherin who provoked him many times but was taught by him, obviously couldn't fight, so he used this method to vent his anger? !For a split second, Severus, drunk on his brain, wanted to just rush out and cast a jinx on them.

But the familiar voice sounded immediately.

Overheard by Tom!

An indescribable sense of shame instantly permeated his whole body.He clenched his lower lip involuntarily, his face, which had just been hot from the alcohol, turned cold and pale, and Severus listened to every word over there stiffly.

Slytherins never had dirty blood.

Voldemort meant to acknowledge his existence in Slytherin.But...he was different from Voldemort after all, even though Voldemort was also of mixed blood, he was indeed a descendant of the noble Slytherin.And he, thinking of the person who was intoxicated in alcohol all day long and screamed violently when he saw him... Even his biological father denied the meaning of his existence, and even his biological mother was not sure about his grades...

In the eyes of others, he probably only deserves to be a bitch who clings to the strong.

So Potter and the others just listened to the rumors

I decided that this was the truth, and I'm afraid even Lily knew it now.

What reason did he have to stand by Voldemort's side?He would be ridiculed and cause trouble for Voldemort!

The alcohol was making his head buzz, and Severus, who had long since lost his usual composure, grasped at just one thought.

He wants to leave.He didn't want to be protected by Voldemort like a child.

"Sev."

Voldemort stared at Severus' blood-scarred thin lips for a long time, and felt a dull pain in his heart as if hit by an unknown spell.Slowly approaching uncontrollably, the thumb of his right hand gently stroked the light-colored lips.The feather-like touch caught Severus' attention, and he raised his head in a daze to look at the familiar red eyes that were getting closer.

There was a cluster of suppressed sadness deep in the beautiful obsidian eyes, and breathed lightly with the fragrance of wine on Voldemort's lips, bringing him back to his senses, but he was reluctant to pull away the ambiguous relationship. distance.

"Sev, why are you drinking?" Stretching out his hand, he embraced Severus' thin body, which was half a head shorter than himself, into his arms. Voldemort already understood the first time he saw Severus drinking the aging agent before. At that moment, I didn't know why I was in a daze at that moment, what was the reason for it.The emotion that I didn't understand before became clear in the urge to kiss him hard at this moment.

Wearing the most conservative dress robe among the several custom-made new dresses, the silver buttons on the front of the robe were fastened meticulously, and Severus's thin but smooth body was tightly wrapped in the tailored black, The exquisite black embroidered patterns are exquisitely adorned on the right neckline, making his skin fairer.The straight long hair was tied with a dark green ribbon, revealing a thin face that had faded from youthfulness, thin lips were tightly pressed, and brows were slightly wrinkled.The simple black and white gave Severus a strange allure.

A lot of people's eyes were on Severus in the hall just now, but his boy didn't know it.The Duke of Darkness, who seemed to be chatting and laughing happily, was unrestrained and easy, but for no reason, he began to look at those around Severus with displeasure.

It can be said that Voldemort was already on the verge of madness in his heart. He managed to get rid of the crowd, but he didn't expect to be spoiled by a few idiots.

"Let go of me." The person in his arms struggled, "I'm not a child anymore! Don't always treat me like a child!"

Severus, who was drunk, didn't realize that his voice was coquettish, but Voldemort didn't want other people to see such a Severus, and an apparition came to his bedroom on the third floor.

br>Drunk Severus felt even more uncomfortable after being apparated again, leaning against Voldemort and panting slightly, his slender fingers unbuttoned his neckline indiscriminately, trying to save himself from dizziness Released from the dry state.

"Sev, it's time to go to bed." Although it was still early, Voldemort didn't think how long the 12-year-old boy who drank for the first time could remain sober. No, he didn't look sober at all now.

"No..." The boy in his twenties grabbed Voldemort's arm and coquettishly unconsciously, "I don't want to sleep."

All right.Severus, who might have been sober on the balcony just now, was completely drunk after drinking again.

"Sev..." Voldemort's scarlet eyes were full of helplessness.Severus wouldn't know what he was like now, what a challenge it was for him who had just understood his feelings.

Slytherins don't completely trust anyone but themselves.But he believed in Severus unconditionally.Since he was a child, he had always regarded Severus as his own, and hoped that Severus would only be close to himself.But he never realized that even a friend or younger brother would not be able to obtain such a strong desire to possess him, and would even pay so much to find him.Maybe he had meant something different to him since the time Severus had traveled across time and space to come to him alone.

When they met again, neither of them noticed the gap caused by time at first, and they still got along with each other as they did when they were young.But later on, he would always involuntarily want to bring Severus into his protection circle. He had more than 20 years of time longer than Severus, and he was stronger than him. He had enough strength and judgment to make Severus Live better.However, Severus refused.After going to Snape's house without authorization, intending to take him away from that terrible place, he even got a strong protest from Severus.

Maybe, he was really wrong.

With both arms tightly around the waist of the drunk man who kept sliding down, he lifted it up slightly, and the two hearts that were very close were beating at a similar frequency, looking at Severus's belt With drunken and half-closed eyes, Voldemort's eyes were dark, and he lowered his head involuntarily, but his heart was shouting: Sev is only 12 years old!He doesn't know anything at all!

But lingering gently between the nose, the familiar aroma of herbs mixed with the smell of wine seemed to confuse him...

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