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"Do you think we look normal?" Harry walked to Snape's side, looking at the two of them in the front mirror.

The man in the mirror had his lips tightly closed, and only raised his eyebrows, filling his gloomy face with a bit of meanness and arrogance.

Looking up at Snape with great difficulty, he pursed his lips and asked unwillingly, "Have you forgotten what Sirius said about us? He said...disgusting."

Indeed, one is 31 years old and the other is only 11 years old in terms of appearance alone.Especially since Snape was the same age as damn James Potter.

Snape straightened his collar and buttoned the last button.

Harry frowned, his whole face was wrinkled, and he was still looking at Snape persistently and eagerly.

Snape frowned, and stared at Little Pot in the mirror with an unkind expression, "You're going to say in your next sentence that we're actually not suitable for being together?"

Little Pot shook his head in distress.

"Or simply put it bluntly and forget it?"

Xiao Pote shook his head in frustration.

"So what are you going to say?"

Pott clutched Snape's voluminous black robe, and said hesitantly, "I just want to ask you... will we... er, I mean, will it cause you trouble? After all, we Looks more like father and son."

The old bat snorted from his nose, grabbed Pott by the back collar and threw him rudely into the soft sofa.

The tall man leaned down to look at him, and leaned closer to the boy's face, "So will you sleep with your father?"

go to bed!What a straightforward and explicit description!The boy felt a little embarrassed, he shrank his neck, leaned his body against the back of the sofa and cautiously looked at the man in front of him.

"Would you like to kiss your father?" The man narrowed his eyes, and slowly approached the boy's face, "Then your father, he would want to use intimate, erotic, and even obscene—" the man's The lips were attached to the boy's soft neck, biting lightly, "...how can I kiss you?"

Harry's face flushed instantly, and he half-opened his mouth as if he wanted to shout, but after a while, he whispered, "I...that's not obscene!"

"No, no—" Snape's hand went around the boy's back, stroking his body, "You never know how much I want...in a hidden and dilapidated alley, like a sex maniac Pressing against the wall—violating you." Snape fixed his deep eyes on the boy, and continued ruthlessly, "Believe me, that scene is definitely much more obscene than what you look like."

Harry gasped in surprise, he was ashamed, but at the same time he whimpered softly as if expectant.The debauchery hidden in his heart seemed to be stimulated by this evil thought, the pleasure was like invisible vines, densely wrapped around him, and Snape's hand and his kiss almost made Harry shudder. When she got up, she could only sink limply into the soft sofa.

The man raised the corners of his mouth happily, raised his eyebrows and ordered maliciously, "Open your mouth."

Harry looked at Snape in disbelief, his lips parted slightly, but Snape was not satisfied.

Snape moved closer to him, almost to his lips, and he ordered again, with chilling allure: "Open your mouth—"

The boy shrunk his neck, but still opened his mouth obediently, his head tilted slightly, his eyes looked at Snape, showing a little confusion.

A silent invitation, more alluring than Snape had imagined.

Snape's fingers lightly swept across the boy's chin, stroking back and forth, he moved closer to Harry in satisfaction, opened his mouth as well, let his tongue slide into the boy's mouth, and hooked up without hindrance. Licking the tip of the boy's tongue.

This may not be counted as a simple kiss.Harry felt extremely ashamed, even naked in front of Snape would be much better than now!Opening his mouth to let him in, only his tongue was touched, but this was much more embarrassing than going to bed!But he didn't have the strength to stop him, all he could do was open his mouth... that's all.

Snape rubbed Harry's body roughly, as if he wanted to make all the fantasies in his head come true.

"You're lucky you're not good at poking into other people's brains." Snape gave the boy's tongue a final sip, and let out a chuckle.

The truth is, never guess how rich your lover's imagination is, or the consequences will be disastrous.

The only thing Harry was thankful for was that he didn't have much time to probe Snape's mind, and the Snotlite didn't have time to live out his nasty little dreams just yet.The busy Professor Snape only has one day off, and he has to accompany Harry to the Potter Manor.

The man squatted in front of the sofa, helping the boy button one by one.Snape's face will always give people an illusion, people can't help but feel that those eyes are looking at you seriously and intently, or staring at you fiercely.

The sunken eye sockets made his eyes look deep, and when he looked at something, Snape's eyes were almost religious.Or maybe he was.

Harry's face was still a little red, but fortunately he was just stripped naked instead of losing his virginity again, otherwise he might have to lie down to see his dear mother Doria in a while.

The boy turned his head to look at the large full-length mirror next to him, and his mood that had been wandering was knocked down again.

Two figures were reflected in the mirror, one was mature and tall, half kneeling in front of the sofa, half of his hair hanging down to cover his face.And the other, himself, looks like he's only 11 years old and doesn't even fit into an armchair.But in fact, his soul was thirty-four years old, almost as old as Snape.

But they looked so incongruous, so weird and... unethical.

Would they call Snape a pedophile, or just call him a pervert?

"...Have you thought about having a wedding?" Harry looked at Snape in the mirror.

"Huh?" The man didn't give a clear answer, he just responded slyly.

Harry took a deep breath, "We look more like father and son, and you're my professor."

After finishing Harry's clothes, Snape got up and walked to the mirror.Harry could see through the mirror that his face was expressionless, as if his words didn't excite him at all.

Harry looked at Snape, who was just arranging his clothes.He picked up his coat, checked his wand, picked up Harry's coat, and threw it in Harry's lap.

"We should go," he said.

Harry suddenly felt angry. He felt that they had become an old married couple in their seventies and eighties, and even looking at each other more became a burden.

Apparently he'd forgotten what nasty things Snape had done to him, just now.

Snape suddenly looked back at him, "You want to marry me?"

Harry froze, and reluctantly admitted: "...Yes."

"Then there's nothing to ask." Snape grabbed Pott's arm, pulled him to his side, grabbed a handful of floo powder and sprinkled it into the flames, dragging the boy along with him into the fireplace.His deep voice sounded clearly: "Potter Manor!"

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Harry sat on the sofa well-behaved, his whole body was so stiff that he didn't even dare to move, only a pair of eyes cautiously looked aside.

Everything seemed to be fine in the Potters' house. The windows in the hall were bright and clean, and fresh roses were placed on the table with dewdrops on them.Harry stared at the shining dewdrops in bewilderment, wondering why the dewdrops were still standing firmly on the post for such a long time from morning to noon.

Mr. James Potter, sitting across from him, cleared his throat.

James was sitting across from Harry, staring at Harry with a delicate expression, without blinking his eyes.He reached out and touched Harry's messy hair, and said with some embarrassment, "Uh...it's the same as before." He rubbed his hands again, and then slowly put them down.

Without Sirius the Big Dog's passionate warm-up, Potter Manor is obviously a bit cold.

James, who has been a father for 11 years, seemed to be a young man at a loss when facing Harry.

"I...I..." James tried several times, he wanted to speak, but in the end he couldn't get out a complete sentence.He looked down at the apples on the table and didn't speak for a long time.

Snape was led out of the living room by Lily, and there were only the two of them in the big living room.

Harry's hands were on his knees, he rubbed them together embarrassingly, and forced a smile, "Maybe I should drink a bottle of aging potion...?"

James' expression froze slightly.

Harry sighed inwardly in annoyance.

"There are no aging or reducing agents at home," James said suddenly.

Harry froze for a moment, "So?"

"Maybe... we should close our eyes and talk? After all... I have always had a... you know, I didn't have a nice and docile son with green eyes, I only had a twin brother." He squeezed hard He pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something more, but he closed his mouth.

Harry's face froze for a moment, and he grinned reluctantly, "Indeed...but I always wanted to meet you. Do you know that there is a kind of mirror that allows you to see what you most desire, it It's as big as a full-length mirror." Harry stretched out his hand and gestured, "I can see you in there, you and Lily, and Charles and Doria...and me. I stand with you, that It’s like a family portrait.”

"... Oh." James replied dully, and there was no more words.

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment again.

Time can sharpen true love, and it can also alienate once deep friendship.

Harry used to love them so deeply, they used to be inseparable brothers who talked about everything, but now they sat face to face, but they just felt awkward and at a loss.

After a while, James suddenly asked without thinking: "Are you disappointed?"

"Disappointed for what?"

"Are you disappointed in me...are you disappointed?" James looked at Harry, "do you think my father...is a failure? Or do you think my brother is a failure?"

He continued without waiting for Harry to speak, and his voice suddenly became louder, even covering Harry's voice: "Do you feel regretful? I didn't... In your world, I I failed to protect you, and as an older brother... I am indeed not competent... Are you disappointed?"

"No." Harry leaned back in his chair, and he smiled. "It's good. Really. Just as good as I imagined."

James didn't believe what he said, he looked annoyed and frustrated, "Don't lie to me! I know I'm not good enough—! I didn't do anything...I failed to protect you." He kept whispering As he muttered, his eyes were red again, he had cried pitifully few times in his life, but when facing Harry, he seemed to have become vulnerable.

He said, "I didn't do anything... nothing..."

Harry looked at him quietly, he didn't want to say anything provocative, let alone explain anything, but somehow the atmosphere became so sad.

Harry said: "You gave me life. You managed to keep mine."

"That's not me!" James yelled, but then he shut up.He forgot that the child in front of him was not only his shrunken younger brother, but also his son.another son.

Harry nodded kindly, "Indeed, that's not you. But to me...you are him." He laughed, "If you were in that situation now, you would do the same .”

"But you died to save me... I watched you die in front of my eyes...! But I can't do anything! I know you all blame me, I know my mother blames me." He turned his head and stopped looking at Ha Li, "I failed to bring back her most beloved young son... Mom has always favored you. She loves you more than me, she always spoils you so much, speaks softly to you, and writes you long A long letter home. I know she's blaming me... for not bringing you back..."

Harry listened quietly, and finally, he let out a long breath, "You can't stop crying."

James took a deep breath, and his blocked nose let out a loud voice, "Once the 11-year-old scar is uncovered, I will definitely cry for ten days and a half months. The biggest scar in my life."

With his elbows on his knees, James rubbed his face vigorously, "You and Snotl... how are you doing?"

Harry relaxed a little, but still replied awkwardly, "Fine."

James nodded as if he had nothing to say.After a while, he asked as if he suddenly remembered something: "Did Lily mention Doria to you?"

"No. What?"

"It's nothing." James replied, "It's just that... I'm getting old, and my mind is a little out of order. No matter what she says later, don't take it too seriously."

Just as Harry was about to nod his head to show his understanding, he heard someone ask back, "Who do you think is out of his mind, Mr. James Potter?"

No matter how depressed James was, he still couldn't help rolling his eyes, "It's me—I'm talking about myself, Mom."

An old man with white hair is standing at the door, her face is covered with wrinkles, she is old, and now her grandson has reached the age of school.She can still be gorgeous at the age of 50, and still charming at the age of 60, but she can't resist the baptism of 70 years anyway.

James glanced at Harry who was staring at Doria in a daze. He stood up and shook Harry's shoulder as he passed by.He walked to the stairs and hugged his elderly mother, "We were talking about you just now."

"Yeah, talk about how I was so confused?" The old man's eyes were sharp, which made her look somewhat similar to Dumbledore - they are both shrewd and capable people, even when they are old .In any case, Harry couldn't see where she was confused.

Doria had slippers on her feet.She would never wear such lazy and unattractive shoes before, even at home, most of the time she would find a pair of flat, but still beautiful soft-soled women's shoes to wear on her feet.She wore a soft and comfortable blouse, and a dark woolen skirt underneath. Although she didn't gain too much weight, this style was something she never liked before.

Harry had never seen Mother Doria like this.

The Doria in his memory was beautiful, elegant, generous and noble, she never wore fashionable clothes, and she never refused to let go of her figure.Even in the most difficult moment, she will always comb her hair perfectly. Even if she is going to the guillotine, she will put on the most beautiful clothes and walk up dignifiedly step by step.

His mother was a strong woman, and it never occurred to Harry that she, too, would grow old.It turned out that she was already so old.

We always wake up suddenly when we have lost it.We will always realize that we are wrong when the cruel reality is already in front of us.

Doria walked into the living room, she was slightly taken aback when she saw Harry, but then she walked to Harry's side and sat down with her arms around him.She looked at Harry, carefully studied his face, after a while, she rubbed Harry's messy little black hair, and hugged him tightly in her arms.

"Good morning, my little one..." Doria hugged Harry affectionately and kissed him on the forehead.

As close as if they had never been apart that long.

Doria gently combed Harry's hair with her fingers. Suddenly, her hand paused and she asked, "Why are you at home today? Isn't school already started?"

Harry: "...I...I came back from leave today."

Doria raised her eyebrows immediately, and turned her head to stare at James: "Oh—I knew—you can do nothing but teach your brother to skip class!" She leaned forward with some effort and reached out to pat James twice Mu's arm made a crisp "crack".

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a bad guy." James agreed, smiling at Harry.

But Harry couldn't help but laugh.

Harry heard his mother Doria say, "Without your cookies today, James, you'll just annoy me."

Harry now finally knew why James said she was confused.But even though she was confused, she still remembered that she had a little son, and her little son loved the cookies she made the most.

James took a deep breath, but this time he couldn't keep the smile on his face, he lowered his head, "It's up to you, Mom." After speaking, he got up and left, leaving room for That mother and son.

He walked quickly to the kitchen next to the living room, where Lily and Snape were talking.

They were preparing food when he entered the kitchen, but their focus was clearly not cooking.

James went straight to his wife and hugged her.He lowered his head and buried his face in his wife's shoulder, and said, "...I hate him."

With a "clang", Snape dropped the dish washing dish in his hand.

Lily patted James on the back comfortingly, and she glanced at Snape, "Very well, it seems that we have reached an agreement."

James: "...what?"

Lily straightened the broken hair by her ears, "For 11 years since he left, and his concealment of his little secrets—" Lily took a deep breath, "I'm full of anger about this, and Sever Ruth has a strong dislike for that too—and you, well, you hate him."

Lily let go of James, turned around and grabbed the handle of the knife, "So, I think—it's time to teach him a lesson."

With a "dang" sound, the sharp kitchen knife chopped on the chopping board.