When the savior is no longer the savior

I have never liked to get to the bottom of it—otherwise I would have had a falling out with Harry—I asked a question and saw that Harry had no intention of explaining, so I continued to look through the photos with Harry.

Thick stacks of photos slid through Harry's hands, and the original impression of a ridiculous 'red monkey' gradually faded, replaced by a vivid, real child who grew up with time ...and sit next to him now...

Harry was a little dazed, and he asked subconsciously, "When will it move?"

"What?" Not only was Yi Er confused this time, even Lily, who was sorting out the photos, was also very surprised.

Harry woke up with a start. "I mean - well - before birth."

"Before birth?" Yi Er still didn't understand.

Lily smiled: "Harry, why did you think of this? Let me think about it—four months and two weeks later, on Wednesday night." In fact, Lily didn't think much at all, and said it very smoothly.

Harry responded, and he suddenly remembered that his appointment with Dr. St. Mungo was a month later.And even after another month, it's still less than four months—can't you feel the baby move?

Harry couldn't tell what he was feeling, just dazed.

"What was it like back then?" Il asked enthusiastically, and this unusual topic aroused all his curiosity.

"At that time, you were so naughty, you kept making troubles all day long, and James said you should stop." Even after 15 years, Lily still finds it a little funny when she thinks back.

Yi Er's scalp was numb: "No...don't want it anymore!?"

"Of course that's silly." Lily laughed. "I feel very happy. I have a baby, I'm a mother, and all the suffering has turned into happiness—that's it."

She pondered again, and finally said softly, "Very satisfied. Il, Harry, you are the most important existence in my life."

Stars dotted the velvety dark night sky, blinking wearily.

Harry and Snape were walking down the path in Godric's Hollow.Just after a light rain, the thick green moss stubbornly crawled out from the crevices of the stones, and the unique moist smell of rain and grass rushed to the nose.

Bright and warm light streamed from the houses on either side of the path, illuminating the road ahead.As Harry was walking, he had a sudden thought: "Professor, how about we walk back directly?"

Snape was holding Harry's hand.From having to walk away arm in arm with a deadly enemy to holding the hand of the person he likes again, the potions professor who was secretly satisfied lazily replied that he was actually quite happy: "If Mr. Ravens really knows how to get from here to the spider The real distance of the tail alley."

Harry gave his unromantic lover a sad look, and said reluctantly, "Well... Apparate?"

Snape thought about it, "If you want to take the Knight Bus, you can."

Harry compared the Knight Bus with Apparation, and decisively chose the latter: "No, let's Apparate, Professor!"

Snape didn't answer right away, he walked side by side with Harry for a while before saying, "You can try to fly back..."

Harry opened his eyes wide.

Snape straightened his face immediately: "We have to wait until the magic carpet from Germany is introduced! Mr. Ravens won't want to fly into the sky on a broom now, and use some fake trick to steal the show?"

Harry looked like a good baby, blinked and said, "Professor, I only show off in front of you."

Snape glanced at Harry, and snorted noncommittally.

Harry rubbed Snape's palm with his callused fingertips viciously—the Potions professor has always done his best to maintain his hands, and as we all know, he can get the noble title of 'Master of Potions' The sensitivity of the wizard's hand is always surprisingly high.

Snape didn't respond.

Am I that unattractive?Harry didn't believe it, and rubbed the other's wrist again.

Snape didn't respond yet.

Bastard, fuck it!Harry started scratching the other's palm with his nails, once, twice...

"Mr. Ravens!" Snape yanked his hand and gritted his teeth.

Harry immediately raised his hands, looked innocently at Snape, and signaled that he had done nothing.

Snape stared at Harry for a while, but couldn't say anything after all, he pursed his lips and walked forward quickly.

Harry grabbed Snape's arm and let him drag him forward.

Snape walked for a while, slowing down.Harry failed to keep up and continued to be dragged.

Snape walked a little further, slowing down the professor again.Harry still didn't follow, and was dragged again.

Snape walked a little further... He stopped and waited for Harry with a stern face.

Satisfied, Harry stood up and walked over to Snape.The two walked side by side again, the village on Godric's Hollow was left behind, and the lights flickered in the darkness... Harry suddenly asked in a low voice, "Professor, don't you like children?"

Snape paused.In the darkness, Harry couldn't see the other person's expression clearly: "Why do you ask that?"

"Nothing, I just—well, just thought, Professor, you don't particularly want..." Harry said vaguely.

"Want a baby?" Snape continued.He said flatly, "It's your child, I want them all."

"Then—" Harry had just begun, Snape continued, "as long as you agree to withdraw from all activities concerning Voldemort, Harry. If you really want this child."

The blinking stars and the insects in the mountains are silent, and the night suddenly becomes quiet.

"Harry?"

"It's nothing."

"Have you changed your mind?"

"I—" Harry turned his head, he looked at Snape, and saw a flash of helplessness on that angular face half hidden in the moonlight.

He heard a distant and deep sigh, dazed and tired: "I... no. Just asking, professor."

The holidays are over, but the cold winter continues.

In the second half of the semester, the entire Hogwarts fifth graders were preparing for the upcoming OWLs①, and even the originally lively and exciting Triwizard Tournament became quite dull.

On this night, Harry didn't go to the Potions office, but sat in the Slytherin lounge with a lively fire to read a book - the atmosphere can always affect people, although Harry was confident that he could pass the OWLs, but looking at the surrounding The students who wished to work hard day and night (especially Hermione), he also obediently took out the books to review, after all, apart from spells and potions, history of magic or divination, Harry was sure that he still needed to work hard... Besides, he doesn't know what to do other than review, Voldemort?Can't touch; Quidditch?Can't even touch...

"Hey, get out of the way, this is my place." Harry was thinking about it, when a voice suddenly came from beside him.

The Slytherin lounge has fixed seating?As soon as such a thought flashed through Harry's mind, he knew he was wrong—the Slytherins around him were all watching this, and the person standing in front of him was also an acquaintance—Draco's One of the big men, Crabbe.

Harry was silent. He glanced around the lounge and saw that Draco was flirting with Pansy, and he didn't even look here.

Harry was a little annoyed, but he didn't want to say anything, so he stood up and took a corner seat.

Crabbe turned to Draco in bewilderment.

Draco looked here this time, and he tilted his head sullenly, signaling another follower, Bangor, to go up.

Goyle walked up to Harry under the gazes of others in the lounge, and said in a low voice, "Get out of the way, this is my place."

Harry slapped the book on the table, and the sound was very obvious in the quiet lounge.He didn't look at the people with different expressions around him, he stood up and said to Draco, "Draco, if you want to say something, you can tell me directly."

Draco, who was still pretending to be innocent, became furious: "Ravens, what do I want to tell you!?" Seeing that Harry didn't respond, he began to speak nonsense, "You are just a dirty Dirty--"

"What are you doing?" A voice suddenly came from outside the lounge.

The author has something to say: ①: OWLs, Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination... In fact, I think everyone should understand this, but let’s make it clear, um.