[HP] Secret help

[HP] Secret help

Author: The Young Master on the Western Wall

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After the war, everything was back on track, and Snape and Harry were busy after they came out of St. Mungo's.

One day two years later, Hermione's unexpected visit brought the two of them together again.

1v1 Snape x Harry, the original post-war article uses a vulgar old stalk.

Rehabilitate Siha, I will see how long this pwp meme can be dragged by me...

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Harry Potter, Severus Snape┃Supporting role: hp public┃Others: Siha

The first glass bead.

Something is not quite right.

By the time Snape realized this, he had been out of St. Mungo's for some time.Of course, many people went to St. Mungo's for a while after the war, and Snape's recovery was relatively long.

And that Mr. Savior, Harry Potter, a war hero, of course he also went to St. Mungo for treatment. Regarding the sequelae of soul fragment removal, our savior always said that he often had dizziness and headaches, and he had double vision.

He only lived in St. Mungo's for a week, got a new pair of glasses, and was discharged from the hospital even before Snape recovered from the snake poison, but Harry Potter still ran to St. Mungo's every day to visit his classmates. , to visit relatives and friends, or to get rid of the endless stream of media reporters.

Aha, war hero, of course it will be a hit.

Snape was naturally also one of Harry's visits. After all, he was the one with the longest treatment period in Hogwarts. In the last period, Snape's single room was Harry's last refuge away from the media. , it is a miracle that this person persisted even when he was tortured by Snape's meanness.

Later, from some unknown date, Harry seldom came here. Until a month before Snape was about to be discharged from the hospital, the annoying kid who used to spend every day in the private ward did not appear. Snape thought, this might make them Both breathed a sigh of relief.

But later, that is, today, Snape finally realized belatedly that this might be Harry Potter, the golden lion of Gryffindor, the famous savior of the world, a trap planned for a long time to engulf him.

Snape found that he was used to the other party's strong intervention, and even a little... dependent.

This obviously doesn't make sense.

After being discharged from the hospital, Snape naturally "saw" Harry. From the Daily Prophet, or the billboards in Diagon Alley, people always like to put the hero in a big and conspicuous place, and take the trouble to introduce the savior I visited Gringotts today, and I accepted an interview with a certain newspaper tomorrow.

Snape also knew that he had just been invited to an all-guest Quidditch World Cup last month, and had caught the Snitch in just two and a half minutes of the opening, the Tornado, who was said to be the seed champion, or the Hurricanes (Snape never cared about such things), and the captain kindly invited Harry to join them.

The newspapers published pictures of Harry sitting on a broom holding his trophy, and the boy looked happy.

At this moment Snape found that he could no longer look at him as before, or rather, his eyes were not only focused on those emerald green eyes.

The wrist that the boy showed when he lifted the trophy over his head, the narrow waist under the Quidditch robe, Snape's eyes gradually began to linger around his body.

Like a rogue pervert.

"Damn Potter." Snape rubbed the bridge of his nose and frowned, but it was useless to curse the victim, he could only stretch out his arm to reach the goblet of brandy on the table.

——There is nothing that a drink can't solve. If there is, drink another glass.

The accident happened at this moment. An owl suddenly appeared by the window of the old house where he hadn't received visitors for a long time. It alarmed Snape's defensive spell, and it hooted and circled outside Snape's house.

Why can't this damned owl stand quietly on that damned window sill for a while? Naturally, it's because it's holding something in its talons.

It was a letter and a small package. Snape frowned and took off the parchment, and fed some biscuits to the tired owl.

Who will send a letter to an old professor who is on vacation? Now is not the time for Hogwarts to start school, and the material of this parchment is not commonly used in Hogwarts.

Snape waved his wand to routinely check the source of the letter and the magical feedback, which was a good habit he developed during the war, given that he was not doing a good job.

In fact these tests were usually useless, because most of the time the sender didn't want Snape to know who he was, and in peacetime - St. Mungo's.

The letter from St. Mungo's, Snape was a little surprised. After recalling that he was indeed not in arrears with the hospital bill, he opened the parchment and raised his eyebrows after reading the first two lines.

The font is too familiar, the messy papers, copying line after line, coupled with special attention...Even if the words leaped from the parchment and danced tarantella dancing arm in arm, Snape would recognize it. Whose hand is it.

Harry Potter, it's him.

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It happened to be a rainy day when Snape came to St. Mungo's.

On the first day of receiving the letter, Snape convinced himself, why did Potter flirt with him?When did I become cheap labor?On the second day, Snape said to himself again, let it be a visit, as a reward for Potter's previous behavior, since it is a visit, he still needs to prepare.On the third and fourth days, it rained, for a legitimate reason.

Then it rained for a week in London.

So the word "coincidentally" is not quite accurate, it is better to say that Snape was forced to come by this rainy day.

Even so, Snape's appearance after entering the ward was not in a state of embarrassment, but on the contrary, the Lord was taken aback.

"Professor, professor!" Harry was sitting by the window at that time, resting his chin and watching the rain outside. When he heard the noise and turned around, he almost fell off the chair in shock, and the high-back chair was knocked down to the ground. A suspicious blush rose on the face of the instigator.

Snape raised his eyebrows, ignored the other party's reaction, just waved his wand casually, straightened the chair and put it back on the table.

"Well, well..." Snape turned his gaze back to Harry, and said in a soft, slightly stiff voice, "Can we talk now, about - the matter that my lord savior asked me to help bring a change of clothes? "

A bag appeared out of nowhere and fell into Harry's arms precisely. Although it was soft, it still made him gasp. Harry came back to his senses and squeezed the bag in his hand. The fire burned the clouds.

"Yes, I have to, sir." Harry said pretending to be calm, "Hermione recently flooed to Austria, Ron arrested the remnants of the Death Eaters in St. Petersburg, Neville...Neville is also very busy... "

Snape looked coldly at Harry making up his excuses, and his eyes moved up and down the other's body involuntarily. He was thinner than at the time of the Great War, and the large hospital gown covered him like it was on nothing Snape noticed that Harry was not wearing shoes, but that his bare feet were a little red from the cold on the rainy and cold floor in early autumn. Very uncomfortable.

He looked back into the other person's eyes again, the green was still full of vitality, Snape snorted softly, "Just after the war, there are a lot of people who want to show courteousness to the Savior, don't they?"

"I just came back from...the Black Forest." Harry muttered, "It's so sudden, I didn't expect it, it's deserted over there."

He paused and whispered, "I almost died."

If Snape had been more focused at this time, or if he had delved deeper into why the savior, who never showed weakness, had said such a coquettish remark, perhaps there would have been fewer twists and turns in the following things, but at this moment he just lifted his lips, He mocked: "It's not difficult to predict, novelty and adventure, Mr. Potter's eternal pursuit, isn't it? But even if you're looking for fun on your honeymoon, why don't you bring your little Gryffindor girlfriend?"

Like a sword without a handle, Snape held it and stabbed into Harry's heart, and was cut bloody by the blade.

Harry jerked his head up, and there seemed to be something flickering in his eyes, flickering for a while, and finally went out.

"We broke up." Harry said softly, and he lowered his head to pick the mud that didn't exist between his nails: "She said she didn't want to be with a... Forget it, it's nothing, anyway, we separated, yes."

Snape was surprised for a moment, then suddenly remembered, yes, they broke up, and even appeared in the Daily Prophet, a reporter photographed the little girl from the Weasley family kissing someone passionately in a bar, but it wasn't Harry Lipott, suspected to be on two boats, put a green hat on our war hero. This incident caused a lot of trouble, and Harry came forward to clarify that they broke up peacefully, and there was no third party involved.

Seeing Snape's dazed expression, Harry laughed at himself: "Yes, there are reports, you see, I don't even have any privacy."

It seemed that Harry stopped coming to St. Mungo's to haunt him, it seemed, after this report came out.

"So it's not a honeymoon, it's to restrain your feelings?" Snape asked.

Harry said indifferently, "You can think whatever you want."

"Anyway," said Snape, folding his arms, "that's why you found a hundred and eighty dead laughers, and wrote a thirty-inch letter telling your master, even if he ever was, to come to your house." The reason for packing up a bunch of junk and sending it to St. Mungo's?"

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