[Comprehensive Lord HP] To eternal life to your love

"Your ability is clear in your heart, it's more than enough to kill an ordinary person...you know who I'm talking about..."

Gellert's words wrapped around Harry's nerves like thorns, causing Harry's brain to ache, but the more it hurt, the more confused he became, and the more confused he was, the more afraid that day would really come.

It's really getting weak.

Harry thought with some self-mockery, but his body remained motionless, curled up as if in a deep sleep, for fear that any movement would wake up the man on the other bed not far away.

It was the first time for Harry to feel that the night was so long. He lay quietly for a while, watching the man who seemed to be sleeping through the layers of bed curtains, and when he vaguely saw the man's frowning brows, he curled the corners of his lips, wanting to touch The idea of ​​touching is getting stronger and stronger.

Determined to get out of bed, Harry lifted the quilt and opened the curtain to get out of bed. He walked barefoot across the distance between the two beds, quietly lifted Severus's curtain, and saw the man's closed eyes The boredom in his heart seemed to have dissipated a lot at the time, and he gently lifted a corner of Severus's quilt, and Harry quickly got into Severus's bed, but unexpectedly, before he could lie down, the man stretched his arms Take it into your arms.

Harry stared at the collar of the black pajamas in front of him in astonishment, not knowing that Severus had been pretending to be asleep at this moment would be a shame for his IQ.

"You pretended to be asleep?!" Harry looked up at Severus amusedly.

"A restless child like you doesn't know the comfort of closing your eyes and resting your mind." Severus didn't move his eyelids, and his voice was cold and deep, not a little sleepy.

Harry nudged Severus into his arms, but said nothing.

"Ever since I met Gellert, I've been thinking a lot. Why, he's as stubborn as a dead duck and refuses to say anything now? Want to aspire to be a clam shell? The CIA and FBI must like this kind of person, even saving training." Sifler Si snorted.

Harry moved: "So you've been worried that I haven't slept yet?"

Embarrassment quickly flashed across Severus' face: "Don't change the subject!"

Who the hell changed the subject—Harry tried to look up but was pinned down by the man's other hand.

"Say." Severus rubbed Harry's head with the hand on the back of Harry's head.

Harry was silent for a while, but he didn't mean to hide it from Severus, it was better to say it.

"Today Gellert told me that Voldemort might be able to control others through blood. I was worried... After all, it was his blood that was extracted from my body when he first discovered that his blood cells were abnormal, so when I was fighting Voldemort, I was the same as those patients. It's all unsafe..." Harry said with some difficulty, "Others...I'm just worried...you must guard against me when the time comes, if I hurt you, I will not be able to forgive myself... …I thought about injecting Inhibitor Two…”

Severus stroked Harry's back with one hand to comfort the restless lover, and said calmly: "Have you lost your slippers in your mind, dear Mr. Potter? During the decisive battle between inhumans Inject the No. [-] inhibitor?"

The shoulders forced the struggling Harry to lie peacefully in his arms, and Severus sternly said, "Listen to me!"

Harry froze.

"I will try not to join the battle in your world as far away from you as possible. You only need to ensure your own safety, understand?" The plain but heavy promise made Harry's body soften slowly. Down, and after a few seconds, Severus felt a slight wetness on his chest and a slight nod from Harry.

Severus relaxed the strength on his arm, and suddenly remembered something: "Why did you become a doctor in the first place?" Kindred neither get sick, get hurt, nor need surgery.

"... At first Gellert asked me if I wanted to do this, and then I met you in a doctor's gown, and I suddenly felt very good-looking, so..." Harry coughed dryly, a little embarrassed, "Later, I slowly I like it, but as a blood race, it is still very difficult to perform surgery, and it caused a lot of confusion for the godfather at the beginning."

"Since it's not easy to persevere, why do you resist this profession?" Severus asked the question he really wanted to ask, "It's not just because you are a vampire, sometimes you are not confident in your own judgment."

Harry wasn't surprised that Severus would find out, just that he'd ask at this time.

"It was about ten years ago. At that time, I was 12 years old, but many people in Saint-Germans already knew the name Siber. At that time, I was in the...well, rebellious period? In short, I was against all Gai There was a lot of resistance and a little bit of self-destructive emotion in everything Lett asked me to do, so I was actually quite dangerous at that time." Harry thought for a while, and sorted it out in his mind as he spoke. "At that time, Dumbledore wasn't so wary of Hogwarts students. I often turned into a bat and went outside at night. In addition, it was really easy to escape from some courses in Hogwarts—or in other words, apart from you and Professor McGonagall, the other professors are not strict in class attendance as long as they can pass the exam—so they are often away from Hogwarts for several days, wandering around London when Gellert doesn't know."

"At Christmas that year, I happened to be sitting in the square watching the snow, and then I was taken home by Una somehow. Una is an old man who lives alone. A car accident took away all the relatives in her family. She was alone, and according to her, she saw me sitting in the square in the snow and thought it would be nice if she could spend Christmas with me, and then she took me home." Harry paused, his green eyes flashed with memories in the darkness, "Oona is a very gentle old man, unlike Doria Dumbledore's kindness, she can make people feel warm, In that small house, I had the feeling of being cared and cared for as a child for the first time, so I became more and more greedy for the warmth there, and more and more time left Hogwarts to go to Oona. Vacation When I was there, I really wanted to see Wuna every few days after I finished the mission, but those few days were also the times when I was most afraid to see Wuna, for fear that she would find something."

"Until one day, when I opened the door of Wuna's house, I found Wuna lying on the ground. I rushed to help Wuna and found that her lips were blue. After a quick check, I was almost desperate to know that Wuna's heart attack had relapsed and She has been lying here for a while, her heartbeat has almost stopped, and there is no time to send her to Saint-Germans for rescue... At that time, I was extremely grateful that I was a doctor, but I also despicably wished that I was not a doctor. Okay?" Harry shrank back into Severus' arms, closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I operated on Oona with the only crude tools left in the room... no lasers, no medicines... I... I failed... After that, I searched a lot unwillingly, and found out how stupid the method I took was that I had never had heart surgery! At that time, if Gellert was present, the result may not be like this I'm arrogant! I'm too arrogant! If I study more seriously and don't think about fighting Gellert every day, Oona may be saved; if I'm not a doctor, or don't be arrogant to perform surgery, Una Na will not go through the pain of surgery before she dies! It's all my fault...my..."

The author has something to say: the more it gets to the end, the more difficult it is to write...QAQ syndrome again