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There are things we don't know and can't see, they're buried under the surface of what our eyes see, and only when the dust settles will we see a thing or two from the ending.Or, we will never know the answer in our lifetime.

For example, Snape never knew that James already knew about his secret relationship with Harry, for example, he never knew that Harry said some touching words to get James' understanding and support.And Harry didn't know that Snape had actually changed for him, let alone how disturbed Snape was.It wasn't until the very end, until the very end, not until a spell had entered Harry's body and left a mark on his soul, that he knew how much he owed Snape.

For example, Harry has always known that James is a good brother, but he doesn't know that James has always been, no matter what, no matter what happens.

Early the morning after Christmas, Harry left.

James woke up early, and it was not yet daylight outside the window.He lay quietly on the bed in the bedroom, and when he heard someone passing by his door, he got out of bed and walked out the door.

Doria stood in front of Harry's bedroom next door, she turned to look at James, "Where did Harry go?"

James took a deep breath, "He's gone back to headquarters."

"It's still a holiday." Doria complained dissatisfied.

"You know, Professor Dumbledore has always liked Harry very much. If there is nothing wrong, give him a special training or something. I have to go back for training in a few days." James turned and walked down the stairs, sitting on the sofa Here, he still greeted Sirius with a playful smile.

Sometimes, there are things that we don't discover the story behind them until much later.For example, the love hidden behind a strict father, for example, the only confession of a villain before his death, or there was someone who was always with you but you never knew he loved you.

We all believe in our eyes more, and believe that seeing is believing.Maybe it's because we've been hurt that we'd rather believe what we see than feel what we feel.

Snape believed his own eyes too, so he was angry.

He saw Pott standing in front of him arrogantly and defiantly, knowing that he would also go to Diagon Alley!He saw that damned Pot would rather smile at the funny little Peter than go to Diagon Alley with him!He saw Pote, who had killed a thousand swords, standing there stupidly, and watched him go as if he was aloof, without even chasing him!There is no explanation!

Pot, he is a scum!

But I remember that you guys seemed to have some unpleasantness just now?Regardless of whether Harry read the letter or answered it, I think he has a reason to be angry with you, right?Of course, it's impossible for Mr. Snape to notice us slanderers watching the show.

Snape sat on the old sofa, looking angrily at Pot who had just apparated over.Anyway, Pote is scum, big scum, scum!

Harry looked at the new leather box next to Snape, and was surprised for a long time, "...you really bought a box?" Harry walked over to play with the box, which was covered with a layer of transparent packaging Well, the leather is strong and high-grade, Harry looked at the label, his eyes popped out, "Dragon suitcase?!"

Snape kept a straight face, but Harry's rustic exclamation obviously pleased Mr. Snape, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Hmm."

"You are crazy... The dragon suitcase is very expensive! It is enough for you to buy a lot of potion materials!"

Snape glared at Potter complainingly, which was obviously what he had written to ask for.But... ahem, Snape rarely confronted Potter, but said in a magnanimous, tolerant, generous, and very slow manner: "It's yours."

It seems that no matter what age or country, men will be complacent and complacent because they satisfy their partners' shopping desires.

Mr. Snape had a subtle expression on his face. He looked at Harry who was fiddling with the box, and leaned back in the chair comfortably.But the next moment, he couldn't be more comfortable——

Harry unzipped the suitcase and opened it. He looked up at Snape with a look of calmness on his face. He asked, "What about the clothes?"

Snape's face finally couldn't hold back and pulled it down suddenly.

After buying that damn broken box, he already has nothing left on him. Return the clothes? !Snape's expression couldn't be described in black anymore, the frustration almost crushed this stubborn and proud tall young man, Mr. Snape said: Alexander.

Snape's mouth twitched to speak, but it looked like a twitch.He looked at Harry Potter and said, "...you can wear mine."

"Okay." Harry didn't have any nonsense, and readily agreed, which made Snape's face soften a little.

Harry opened the backpack he was carrying behind him. He cast a stretching spell on the bag to make the space inside bigger.He took out some daily necessities from it and said, "I plan to move here today."

Snape cleared his throat subtly and said, "Whatever."

The small conflict between the two passed without mentioning it, and James' shit luck once again played a role, and his prank letter was just forgotten by the young couple.Thanks Merlin!

Harry took his things and the small dragonskin box upstairs and headed straight for Snape's room, but was grabbed by the snot and kicked into a dark, bare, dilapidated room next door. in the cabin.

"I think I'm just helping you for a while, and then you'll take your luggage and go back to the Order of the Phoenix instead of living with me, right? Mr. Pott?" Snape adhered to his usual style. Harry didn't spare any favors.

"So... is this the Slytherin way of hospitality? A guest room with no cupboards and just a bare bed?" Harry stood at the door and looked up at Snape with his arms folded. Then let me answer you, I just came to live with you?"

Snape stared at Harry and blinked, he didn't mean that at all, but... Severus Brainstorm Snape imagined that harmonious picture, his eyes flickered involuntarily - silent.

Harry squinted his eyes at the snot-nosed man, "I think to show your sincerity, you should give me your bedroom and you can live in this one." Harry looked at Snape's eyes that widened suddenly, and then Say, "Or move furniture from your house to this room."

"Don't get too far, Potter!" Snape relied on his height, and slapped Pott on the back of the head and sent him into the room, "You have a good idea, why should I?"

Harry staggered two steps, turned around abruptly and roared, "Just my ass!"

Severus Speechless Snape: "..."

Harry, outspoken, ashamed and angry, ashamed Potter: "..."

"Cough cough...cough!" Harry hurriedly took his things in, "Uh... I'll go and see...the ones that haven't fallen down yet." As he said that, he walked towards the door, trying to bypass the Si who was blocking the door. Nepe.

Snape took a step aside, blocking Harry.

Harry's face was so hot that he was almost smoking, and he wondered if he had eaten some nonsense taffy!

Snape lowered his head, leaned closer to Harry and said, "Let's talk about it after your ass is really named Snape. But..." As if infected by Pot, Snape also blushed a little, he was a little uncomfortable He paused comfortably, "But your proposal... is indeed very...cough, attractive."

The sound of footsteps descending the stairs "dumped", and Snape tried to slow down his pace so as not to look like he was fleeing, but his pace was still a little faster.Annoyed in his heart, Snape imagined in his mind that he was punishing Potter's ass viciously and mercilessly.

Upstairs, Harry was still blushing, staring dumbfounded at the empty doorway, he couldn't believe it... that dark, boring and awkward snot-nosed man could tease people, he could... would... Harry stared blankly at the door, looked at the door, kept looking at the door...

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Living with Snape was not a difficult thing.Much more relaxed than he'd imagined years ago when he hadn't been back in time.

At that time, he couldn't have imagined that anyone would like Snape, or who Snape would like, it was simply the ninth wonder of the world, or only those lunatics from the Ministry of Magic's Special Intelligence Bureau could imagine. .

But now Harry liked Snotluck, and it seemed that Snotlite liked him as well.For the umpteenth time, Harry mourned for his sanity. He only hoped that when Ron knew all this, his pure, clean and fragile little heart could bear it.

Okay, let's move on to the cohabitation thing.

Snape didn't talk much, and he was only sharp-tongued when he was bickering.For the most part, the house was quiet, and Snape would come over to his lab table to make love to Potions, and that gave Harry time to think.

Second, Snape was a man of action.He didn't take good care of his parents, and unlike the Malfoy family, which had countless Gallons, he would do it himself and do some work for Harry in most cases.Such as making breakfast, doing laundry and so on.Harry found that Snape was never lazy, and he seemed to be equipped with a perpetual motor.

Again, with his awkward and slightly eccentric temper, Harry never had to deal with troublesome questions.Snape never asked him where you've been, what time you're coming home, or who would you save first if your mother and I fell into the lake at the same time.Harry's personal space was fully respected, but his self-esteem was under unprecedented pressure because he had to deal with Snape's bad mouth and bad mood.The world is not perfect, it is true.

In the end, Snape never poked him for anything, even though he was now joining the Death Eaters, but Snape never mentioned anything about the Order of the Phoenix.

In Spider's End, Harry had almost forgotten that the two of them were from two opposing camps, or even whether there were Death Eaters in the world.

January 1st, heavy snow.

At two o'clock in the morning, Harry woke up from the cold. He lay shivering and huddled in the small dark room next to Snape.

Harry couldn't take it anymore!He opened his eyes, wrapped himself in a quilt into a silkworm chrysalis, wriggled out of bed, took out the wand and cast a warming spell on himself.He stepped on the cold floor with his bare feet, and shyly moved to the window. The cold wind was blowing outside, and large flakes of snow were blown onto the glass.

Harry's left foot rested on his right foot, and he let out a breath, which immediately turned into a white mist.What a job!Harry even cast a few warming spells on himself, cursing the snot in a low voice, this day is almost unbearable!

He ran out of the room, leaned on the railing and looked downstairs.There was a fire in the fireplace, and the flames were flying high, but it was still not warm. The house seemed to be built on a frozen river, and no matter what, there was no way to warm the house.The fire had only started after Harry's arrival, and he couldn't imagine how Snape had lived in the house before.

He pushed open the door and walked into Snape's bedroom, only to find that Snape wasn't sleeping well either.He leaned over lightly, cast several warming spells on the room, and cast another warming spell on Snape.Harry moved to Snape's bed, sat on the bed, and rubbed the soles of his feet against the sheets beside the bed.After leaving two black footprints on it, Harry rolled onto the bed.

Snape grunted, Harry looked at Snape who was still asleep, shook off the quilt that was wrapped around him, and got into Snape's bed.He whispered, "Good night."

Snape's body was still a little cold, and Harry leaned over and hugged him.

No matter how high-grade the quilt is, it is warmer than others.Snape's cold and stiff body gradually relaxed, and he unconsciously curled up his legs, squeezing his still cold feet under Harry's warm calf.

Harry couldn't help curling his lips, and he still didn't forget to greet the dark and greasy little snot before closing his eyes and going to bed.

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Early the next morning, Snape stretched comfortably under the warm quilt, and then he froze, tilting his head to look at Pote who was sleeping next to him, drooling and shapeless.

Slowly, Harry opened his eyes, yawned, and looked up at Snape.

Snape's eyes suddenly looked away, as guilty as a thief who has stolen and stolen.But then, he realized that he didn't have to be like this at all.He turned his head and looked at Pote confidently, "Why are you on my bed?"

Harry sat up, rubbed his eyes and got off the bed. He hooked Snape's slippers with his feet, put them on his feet, and said lazily, "I don't think there's any need for explanation."

Snape raised his eyebrows. He watched Harry stand up, but couldn't help prodding him, "Is that all you want with your ass and my last name?"

Harry's footsteps paused, he opened the door forcefully, turned his head and said indignantly: "If you have the ability, don't let it take your last name forever!" Harry walked out of the room, and rushed to the door before closing the door. Snape raised his middle finger arrogantly.

Snape choked, he was useless, he was thinking every day how to make him change his surname to Snape obediently.But Mr. Reserved Sniffer always felt the timing was premature.

He rolled over and got off the bed, and looked for his slippers on the floor with his bare feet. Snape lifted the sheet to look under the bed, and couldn't help shouting to Harry, "Where are my slippers?!" He snorted angrily. He put down the sheet with a hum, and two black footprints were in sight.

"... Pot—!"

The author has something to say:

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I saw a message discussing the black old Deng~ In fact, I never regarded Dumbledore as a particularly kind old man. He has his schemes and black belly. From the perspective of his entire life, he is indeed a great Yin'er.

I don't like Hei Lao Deng, Hei Lili, Hei James, and Hei Sirius.In fact, it’s not that you can’t be black, but that many of the articles are brain-dead black... It makes me a little unbearable, I can’t stand it at all, not because I can’t accept it psychologically, but because I can’t accept it logically... HP author shoots, cover head)

In some articles, as long as it is Gryffindor, it is reckless, ignorant, and all kinds of disgusting and self-righteous.As long as it belongs to Slytherin, it is handsome, cool, powerful, forbearing and tenacious, and it is either rich or stunning.

If this is an original article, I can definitely accept it. I would still think that birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups, and Slytherin just has no choice.But the problem is that I have already read the original work, and the impression of Slytherin and Gryffindor has been engraved in my mind... and combined with the original work and then reading fanfiction, I can't accept certain settings Certainly.It feels as if the entire world view has been distorted...

For example, bleaching Voldemort... Voldemort is not evil, Voldemort is capable and prestigious, handsome in appearance and firm in heart.Blackening Lao Deng, killing Lao Deng, Lao Deng is so old that he is so old that he is fading and blind, and he doesn't know what is right and what is wrong.

Who is the murderer?Who is the extreme?Who is crazy?

There can be dark inside stories, such as the always great Dumbledore who actually manipulated all this behind the scenes. He is a bad guy who drove Voldemort crazy so that he started killing.So Lao Deng must die.Yes, but why must Voldemort be written as pure and innocent?

Because he was crazy, the people he killed were killed in vain?Because he can't control his emotions so even if he kills everyone, he can still be innocent and pure?

Just like drunk driving manslaughter, hurting others is not the murderer's intention, but is the car that hit someone yours?Is the murder knife in your hand?You can get away with forcibly OOXXing a certain beauty just because you can't control yourself?You don't want to hurt the beauty, but you can't deny that the XX in the beauty's ass is not yours.

Far away.Anyway, that's probably what I thought.It's not impossible to black others, and I can stand it.I have also read the article by Hei Lili in Adou's "Muggle", but at least I think it is interesting, it is logically black.But some... I embarrass...