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Harry was brushing his teeth in the bathroom when James' letter arrived, and James' owl landed in front of Harry's eyes, dropped a howler letter, and flew away.

From the howling letter wrapped in a red envelope came James's exasperated growl: Harry Potter!Are you planning to run away from home and elope with that snot-nosed man and never come back—? !Yesterday was the first day of the new year!Mom has been complaining all day!You'd better get out today, or mom won't spare you!

James' roar finally stopped, and the roaring letter fell into confetti in the pool.

Harry had a toothbrush in his mouth, his face was expressionless, even indifferent.He reached out and turned on the faucet, and the gushing water washed away James' letter without leaving any residue.

He will not go back.

Harry continued to brush his teeth, cleaning his mouth carefully and vigorously.

He won't go back.He would fade away from the Potters, from the sights, memories, and hearts of his loved ones.

They will gradually forget about him, they will gradually get used to the life without him, they will...he can't go back, he can't let them lose a son or brother suddenly one day for no reason.

Looking at the mirror in front of him, Harry pushed back the hair on his forehead, revealing a lightning-shaped scar.

Doria's mother said that it was when he was making trouble with James when he was a child, but she always suspected that James had carved tattoos like those idle hooligans, so she insisted on carving one for his younger brother.Otherwise, what kind of stairs can knock out lightning-shaped scars? !

Harry touched his scar, a smile forming on his face.

Now this scar has two meanings, it no longer only represents pain, but also joy and happiness.

He thanked Merlin, but he couldn't leave the pain he had suffered to his loved ones.

Everything will be discussed in two years.If he was still around, he would definitely move back and live happily with them.If he dies... then talk about it.

Harry rinsed his face with water, wiped it clean and walked out of the bathroom.

The house smelled of soot, very choking.Covering his mouth and nose, Harry approached Snape. He was squatting in front of the fireplace and turning on the stove. This display that was only burning coals but not getting any heat was really irritating.

Snape turned his head and looked at him with a disheartened face, "I'm hungry."

Harry kept waving his hands in front of his nose to disperse the choking air, "Wait until you fix this."

He hummed, got into the fireplace, held the wand in his hand and fired a cleansing heart into the hearth.Immediately, the soot fell down like no money, and a black mushroom cloud rose under Snape's feet.

Snape bent down and got out, only his eyes could see the white of his whole body.He looked at Harry Potter with a horrified expression, "Let's go cook."

"...OK."

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Harry learned how to make Snape's favorite food in the shortest time, learned about Snape's taste in the shortest time, and adapted to Snape's life pace in the shortest time.

It's actually quite simple.

Snape's favorite dish was tomato bisque. This dish was so simple that everyone could cook it without having to learn it.He also liked to eat small croissants, which were small and convenient, and sometimes Snape would get hungry while making the medicine, and he could just pick one up and fill his stomach.If you can add some jam or dried fruit in it, or add some juice when mixing the dough, the croissant will have an excellent market.Although Harry was unlikely to get compliments from Snape, he would keep eating.And no words of praise can match the actual action.

Snape was well fed, a fact Harry was surprised to discover less than two weeks after he and Snape had lived together.

He'd always thought Snape would be like a nagging old woman, whining and whining about this and whining about that.But it is not.

Snape never complained.He just has a bad mouth, and he will always habitually poke your not-so-strong heart.

As long as you serve edible food at mealtime, as long as you get home by ten o'clock at night, as long as you say good night to him before you go to bed, as long as you...

It wasn't ignorance, let alone ignorance or lack of time to take care of it, but...Harry couldn't tell what it felt like, as if he was trying to maintain something, and seemed a little cautious because he cherished it.

Harry had just returned from the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, and he had managed to deal with James, who was about to explode.

The house in Spinner's End was still very quiet, but the fire in the living room fireplace was still burning and beeping and beeping.The light from the flames added a lot of warmth and vitality to the long-lived room. Harry picked up the pokers and turned the fire, and the flames shot higher.

Harry walked up the stairs and walked directly into Snape's room, and the next room had already been abandoned by Harry.He walked to the bed, dropped his coat, and hugged Snape who was sitting on the bed reading a book.He kissed Snape's face very passionately, "I'm back."

Snape asked very little, a good morning and a good night, saying goodbye to him when he went out, and saying "I'm back" when he came back.

The closer Harry got to Snape, the more lonely Harry felt.Snape wanted very little, and what he cherished was exactly what everyone had.

Snape's body trembled, as if startled.He squinted at Harry Potter, "Let go of your paws, Pott, and do what you have to do."

Harry blinked at him, and leaned in again, but this time he kissed Snape on the lips.

The book Snape was holding tilted and fell to the ground with a muffled bang.Snape stared at him, "What are you mad about?"

"Do what I have to do." Harry was very confident.

Snape was stunned.

Harry snickered.

Facing Harry who suddenly took the initiative, Snape was at a loss again.They just lived together, sleeping in the same bed, warm, beautiful, harmonious and happy. Since the intimate act on Christmas Eve, they have never had any intimate behavior, even a kiss.

Harry suddenly felt that he should examine himself.

And now is the time.

Harry grabbed Snape's shoulders, almost lying on top of him, leaned in and pecked several times, like a woodpecker or a flattering pug.

Snape's eyes became a little deeper, he looked at Harry who was close in front of him, couldn't help but hold the back of his neck, and gave him a real kiss.

Don't look at Snape as a million-year-old bachelor, but he can actually do everything.Harry thought dazedly.He stared at Snape's lips obsessively, and moved closer involuntarily.

The feeling of happiness comes continuously, just just touching the lips makes you feel peaceful, just getting your lips and tongue entangled makes you feel excited, just just being played with and sucked by the tip of your tongue makes you feel that your soul is about to go out of your body.

It's a shame he forgot about this benefit.Harry moved restlessly, and he planned to do this every day from now on.

Harry pursed his lips, looked at Snape and said, "Why don't you make some more love potions?"

"..."

This sentence somehow hit a nerve in Snape, who jerked sideways, knocking Harry to the ground.Snape looked at Pott sitting on the ground foolishly, and smiled viciously, "Go back to your own room and sleep."

They don't look like lovers at all...not at all!

Harry looked at Snape, feeling frustrated and unwilling.

If there is no pair of lovers who don't kiss, even if there is a dull one, it is impossible for both of them to forget!And no one will forcefully drive away a lover!

They didn't get along badly, but they didn't get along very well either, and they weren't close, not even close.But they have been living together for nearly half a month.

Harry sat up straight, stood up slowly with his hands on the ground, and reached out to pat the dust on his pants.

Something is wrong.What was it that Snape cherished, yearned for, and made him treat with care?Is it love?

Is it really love?Shouldn't love be blind and eager, a frenzy like wishing to devour each other alive.So why did Snape treat it so calmly?

Harry picked up the coat that had been thrown on the bed before. He glanced at Snape who was still reading, and then at the door.

He wanted to go all out, go all out and stand naked in front of Snape!But...but Snape's expression was discouraging.To Snape, Harry felt that he might not even be as attractive as potions.

Yes, wasn't the only time they'd ever been intimate was because Snape was brewing a love potion?

Harry took a deep breath, and finally, he walked out of the door, turned around and walked into the small room next door.

He threw himself on the single bed, lazily took off his clothes, and then lifted the quilt and got in.

Maybe Snape just wanted to find someone to accompany him, to find someone who could eat and live with him.And Harry just happened to show up.Just like Harry before, no matter who it was, as long as someone could take him away from the Dursleys' house, he would be willing to follow him.

Maybe he's just young and can't quite tell what love is.He still can't tell what is a union for love and what is companionship because of loneliness.

Harry didn't want to fall in love and get married because of loneliness, and he didn't want to tie himself and others for a lifetime because he was afraid of loneliness.

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The weather was still very cold, so Harry pulled on his slippers, went downstairs to check the fireplace, and made another cup of hot tea.He hesitated, poured a second glass.

Harry knocked on the door and walked into Snape's room, putting the tea on the small cabinet by the bed.Snape, still reading, turned to say thank you to Harry.

"You're welcome." After saying that, Harry walked out of the room with his cup, closed the door, and returned to his room.

Snape looked at the door, surprised at Pot's obedient obedience, you know, Pot never listened to what he said before.

He picked up the scalding hot tea beside him and took a sip carefully.

Haven't said good night tonight.Snape waited patiently for Harry to come in, but he didn't.a whole night.