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Harry didn't want to go home.

He only hopes that there will be endless training every day, and endless things to do every day.

God help you, the Death Eaters have been doing a lot lately, and the Order of the Phoenix is ​​also actively responding. Harry only went on a few missions, and finally encountered a Death Eater once, but he couldn't confront them head-on because of his secrecy.Although you can't go out and fight the Death Eaters, the paperwork is also very important.And onerous.

Every night, Harry was busy until ten o'clock before returning home to Spider's End. When he got home, he took a shower and fell asleep, and he could hardly talk to Snape.And that was exactly what Harry wanted.

The last thing Harry wanted to talk to right now was Snape.

He was now sleeping in the room next to Snape's, four days since they had officially separated from the snot-nosed.

Harry lay on his back on the bed, and the empty room looked extremely deserted.He closed his eyes, unwilling to think about Snape.

Why do people fall in love, why do two people fall in love, get married and have children to spend the rest of their lives together?

Because of craving.

It is not longing for someone to accompany, not longing for wealth and status help, but longing for the other party, just longing for the other party.

Harry wanted Snape, he wanted to kiss him, he wanted to make love to him.

He's been missing the snot-nosed terribly lately.But the more he yearned for it, the more annoyed he became, and the more annoyed he became, the more he yearned for it.

In the past four days, he has always dreamed of snot-nosed ghosts.Dreaming that he and Snape were sitting naked on the bed and kissing, or dreaming that he was lying on Snape's body and moaning gasping.He even dreamed that Snape pressed against him and rushed into his body so hard that even the bed creaked and was overwhelmed, only to wake up to find that it was a mouse gnawing at the foot of the bed.

But Chunmeng brought him only illusory pleasure and the real Five Fingers girl.And Harry had to carefully avoid Snape, so that he could secretly recall the taste of his dream.

Harry wanted the bloody snot, but what did the snot do, he pushed him off and knocked him to the ground!

James had told him that he loved Lily so much that he could spend every day with her and roll in bed every day.But Snape never rolled with him, probably not even thinking about it.

When two people are together, they desire each other, and when only one desires, it's a shave.And Harry doesn't want to be the only hot guy, he's not interested in being a bitch!

Harry didn't want to talk to snot, and even if he died of hunger and thirst, he didn't want to say a word to that black, smelly bat!

"Good morning." Snape sat at the table in the living room, where breakfast was laid out.

Harry glanced at Snape with a sullen face, and said hesitantly, "...Morning."

It was just a good morning, Harry comforted himself, sat opposite Snape, and ate his breakfast with his head down.

Snape looked at Harry, but left his own breakfast alone.There was no expression on his face, he just looked at Harry quietly.

Harry involuntarily slowed down his eating, waiting, waiting for Snape to speak.Today was the fifth day, and they hadn't spoken more than twenty words in five days, they had slept separately, and Harry hadn't cooked him a single meal in five days.

Harry's heart was tense, painfully tight.

Snape lowered his eyes and looked at the table. He took a sip of tea from his cup and finally said, "See you tonight."

Harry: "..."

The snotluck did it on purpose! ! !

Harry stood up abruptly, grabbed his coat with his hand and disapparated with a "bang", he didn't even want to show Snape his back!

The only thing that made him relieved was that the Order of the Phoenix still needed his help in some tasks.It's the projects, statistics and paperwork that he's been in charge of these days.

The Order of the Phoenix is ​​calling for a fundraiser. Who, how much, and what are the funds raised need to indicate the source one by one.And where the fundraising is used, it should be written down one by one.

This work is quite boring and cumbersome. You need to sit down, calculate one by one, check one by one, and take the trouble to check for gaps and make up for omissions, and then file them.But Harry was able to make this boring job as painful and indignant as watching a war movie.

Part of the fundraising was distributed as comfort money, and the receipts were full of the names of the martyrs who fought against the Death Eaters and the names of their families.Harry didn't know any of the names on it.

Harry never knew that there were so many members of the Order of the Phoenix.They are hidden in every corner of the whole of Britain and Europe. They come from all walks of life, some are rich, some are hungry, but they are all making contributions to the resistance against Voldemort.contributions in various ways.

He had always grieved for the relatives and friends he had lost, but now facing these lists, Harry realized how... childish and superficial he was.

And he was still mad about Snape this morning.

Compared with this, that trouble is nothing at all.

James rushed into the study at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix in Godric's Hollow.

This study room has been transformed into an office. A classroom-sized study room of about [-] square meters is full of less than [-] people, not to mention that each of them has endless documents around them, and even the corridors are full of people. Filled with stuff.

Paper cranes carrying news flew around the house, and owls flew into the office in a continuous stream-they didn't come in and out through the windows, they all came and went through the fireplace for privacy and insurance.Occasionally, a patron saint came to deliver a message. This was usually an emergency, and it was too late to find a pen, paper or other means.But since they are a clerical office here, there will always be lazy guys who use Patronus as heralds.

James walked in, the protective equipment on his body hadn't had time to take off, making him look extraordinarily bulky.Along the way, he kicked over a stack of books, squeezed two desks, got several complaints, and sent a stack of sorry before walking in front of Harry.

He had just returned from a mission, and it was still freezing outside. He pulled off his hood to keep warm, and said to Harry, "Hey! I finally found you! I thought you were still in the training room!"

Brightman, who was sitting in the front, turned around and poked James' back forcefully with a long wooden ruler: "Keep quiet!"

James turned to look at him, "I think your voice is louder than mine."

"Matthew—!" A person hastily poked his head in, "I'm looking for you!"

"Do you have to yell?" Brightman took off his glasses, wiped the lenses carefully with a glasses cloth, and complained, "Why do we look like we are shopping in a vegetable market?"

James secretly pointed at Brightman, winked and whispered to Harry, "This guy is really annoying."

Harry shrugged and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"I can't come to see you if I have nothing to do?" James sat opposite Harry, with a large stack of documents under his buttocks, "We are getting married."

"When?"

"This May." James said with a smirk. "We set up a lifetime in the ice and snow, and we will become one when the spring is warm and everything is blooming."

Harry made a disgusted expression, "I never knew you could recite poetry."

"This is not reciting poems, I am composing poems."

Harry couldn't help laughing, "Okay, what can I do for you?"

"Too many!" James suddenly regained his energy, as if he was waiting for Harry to say this, he grabbed Harry's sleeve and began to tell the tasks one by one with his fingers, "First of all, you are the best man , I told you a long time ago. In addition, you are also responsible for the delivery of guest invitations. My mother said that there are several relatives who must go to send invitations in person. There are some trivial things that need to be purchased in the early stage of the wedding, as well as the decoration on the wedding day and the welcome , entertaining and so on. I was busy during the wedding days. I couldn’t be idle all day long from morning to night. There were a lot of miscellaneous things. We didn’t get married in four months, but now my parents have already started to work. I'll be counting on you when the time comes!"

Harry: "..."

James: "What's wrong?"

Harry: "Actually, what I just said was just a polite remark, didn't you catch it?"

James: "Really? Not at all."

"Okay, I'll help, remember to get me a worksheet then." Harry sighed.

"Hey! You have been domesticated by this pile of forms, Harry, you have never been so careful before, and you forget things all day long!"

Harry snatched a few documents that were thrown by James, "That's why I couldn't have imagined that you would entrust such a serious matter as the wedding to me, a careless person."

"But you are my blood brother, the only one." The topic suddenly turned in an emotional direction, James smiled and looked at Harry, "We have never been apart, we lived and went to school together, and now we also fight together .Until now we have had the same life path, the same friends...including the snot man, except for our lovers, we are almost carved out of the same mold."

Harry looked at him with a dull expression. The tiredness of working all day made his expression lack vitality, "Hmm, so what exactly are you trying to say?"

James was a little discouraged, "Don't go home..."

Harry: "..."

"Really...don't go home..." James lowered his voice and squeezed Harry's wrist, "We have never been separated, we have always been together, even if we start separate families in the future, we can live together .”

"Even if I want to marry Snape in the future?"

James curled his lips violently to show his disgust, "To show how much I feel for you, Harry, I can go out of my way to pretend he's actually your manservant..."

This sentence amused Harry, and he patted James on the shoulder hard, "...you know James, no matter what, I love you."

"Okay, stop talking! This makes me think that your next sentence is to say byebye to me!" James stood up, stretched out his hand and rubbed his little boy's hairy hair that was never obedient, "Anyway, you have to go back to Come home, I will let my mother assign tasks for you, you can't ignore your brother's wedding, can you?"

"Also," he bent down, lowered his voice and said close to Harry, "you can bring Snape with you, and if you're worried about Snape's status as a Slytherin, you can prepare something for him." Potion." James raised an eyebrow at him, "Captain of the Quidditch Hobby Squad?"

There weren't any Quidditch hobby teams in the world, but Harry thought it wasn't too bad at least.But maybe the snot-nosed one might think it sucks, he's always flown like a tourist lady in a long dress, and if it wasn't for his male pride, he'd be sitting on his side with his legs unsplit.Because he said that Quidditch is the four most brutal, most violent, most boring and least worth mentioning sports that he knows.

"I'll tell him."

James slapped him on the back of the head, with a good brother smile on his face, "See you later, Harry."

Harry rubbed his head and waved at him.

Everything goes on.

Life goes on, time never stops, the earth never explodes, the sun rises repeatedly.

James has been on several missions, and everyone is very friendly and full of praise for him.James was never lazy, he was always full of enthusiasm and drive.Lily has also become a flower in the Order of the Phoenix, not only beautiful but also smart and capable.She never lacks compassion and emotional tears, but she is never soft on enemies, and now she has a resounding nickname - Ace, QueenCard.

They are about to become husband and wife, even without Professor Dumbledore's arrangement, they will also become an anti-black star couple.

Voldemort will know a prophecy one day in a few months. This prophecy will make Voldemort angry. He will find Potter and swear to kill the boy in the prophecy.

Harry was the Potter's secret keeper, not Sirius.He kept Sirius, but he had to change the Secret Keeper for the smooth implementation of the plan.Peter Pedillo, who will soon be the new Keeper of Secrets.

The Death Eaters will find Peter, Peter will betray them, and Voldemort will rush into Potter Manor with a large number of Death Eaters...

Then, Harry would be waiting for him at Potter Manor.

Whether in the past or the future, as long as Harry is Harry, they will always be sworn enemies.

Fate had changed, but it remained cruel to Snape.

That prophecy would be brought to the Dark Lord by Snape, who thought he would gain glory and power for it, but hurt the one he loved the most.

He would die from it, as Harry had known.It took him nearly 20 years to make up for the mistakes he had made, whatever the cost.

In 20 years, he changed from a thin and tall youth to a middle-aged man with vicissitudes, torturing himself like an ascetic.He was always dressed in black, as if in mourning, and he never really smiled, as if he was at a funeral at any time.Either Lily's, or his own.

But James and Lily will live.

Their plan would work, they would kill Voldemort on that day and destroy all his Horcruxes.So that he can no longer be rampant.

The Potters would go on to live happily ever after, and they would have a boy who would go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of 11, and then meet a grumpy and mean-spirited Professor Snape.

They will live.

Then everything goes on.

Harry closed the folder, stood up and packed his things, ready to go back.This was the earliest time he had finished work in days, and it was almost eight o'clock.

He went to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the fire.When the flame turned green, he walked in immediately, and clearly stated his destination: "Spider's End Alley."

Snape was sitting on the sofa, and it seemed that he had just returned home not long ago. He was still wearing a long black and gray coat, which made him look extraordinarily mature and attractive.Harry stepped out of the fireplace, looked at Snape's profile, and traced his high, aquiline nose and deep, sunken eye sockets with his gaze.

Snape's eyes were not large, and he never opened them to look at people.Because of his height advantage, he always looked down at everything contemptuously, which made his eyes look more slender and more unbeatable.

But Harry found he liked Snape that way.He was used to Snape's meanness, his quietness, everything about him.Get used to it and slowly become addicted.

Nothing is more important than now.

Nothing is more important than owning now.

Harry didn't want to be miserable, and there was nothing more pathetic than fantasizing about Snape masturbating.

Harry met Snape's gaze and walked towards him firmly.

Overthrow is imperative!

He strode up to Snape, looked at Snape, took a deep breath: "...I'm back."

Snape looked at Harry, and it took a while before he replied, "Yeah."

Harry looked at Snape, sitting next to him, staring at Snape's hand in his lap.His hands were long and straight, with neatly trimmed nails.Harry took another breath, finally mustering up the courage, and turned to Snape: "Severus... I-uh!"

The hem of Harry's shirt was held by Snape, and his hand was surprisingly strong, and Harry only felt a little pain from the back of his neck being strangled by the collar.Snape bit Harry's lip and pushed him onto the couch.

This is simply murder!

The back of Harry's head slammed into the armrest of the sofa, and he felt that there must be a big lump on the back of his head, but Snape was still pressing on his body, his tongue was savagely twirling in his mouth, haha Leigh felt like he couldn't even breathe.

"Put..." Harry turned his head away from Snape, but after only taking a breath, Snape forcefully turned his face and kissed him again.

Harry had never had a kiss like this before, rude, outright, unresisting or even allowing him to respond, all he had to do was open his mouth to be robbed.The tip of Harry's tongue was a little numb, and he tried to avoid him to catch his breath, but immediately after, his hands were ruthlessly pressed above the top of his head.

Snape held Harry firmly, pulled his legs apart and pressed them firmly, allowing their bodies to touch each other.

Just like that time on Christmas Eve, just like he had dreamed, Harry's head was spinning with those images.Even through his trousers, he could clearly feel that Snape had become more and more swollen and hard, pressing against the base of his thigh.

Hard because of him.Harry was almost moaning at the thought, all the blood rushing to the top of his head.

But even greater torture came, Snape rubbed heavily against Harry's lower body, the jeans increased the friction, those rough fabrics were simply fatal.The tingling pleasure made Harry dazed, he gasped for breath, and was weakly pressed under Snape's body, but that kind of scratching made him even more eager.

What he longs for is real possession, longing for being closely connected regardless of each other.

Snape's tough movements eased a little, he let go of Harry's hands and held Harry's head instead.Harry's glasses hung crookedly on his face, making him look extraordinarily miserable under the physical torture. Mr. Snape stretched out his hand very kindly, and pushed his glasses straight.

Harry liked kisses, he liked the way Snape kissed him.Warm, cherished, seductive, and cautious, all of them are full of love.But none of those could compare to this time—tough, brutal, lustful, full of lust and possessiveness.

Become impatient because of craving, become tyrannical because of craving.Harry nearly laughed out loud, overwhelmed with joy.