[HP] Secret help

, Most of the things that have happened in reality are nothing to worry about, and people's subconscious is even more of a muddy quagmire. You will never know what kind of crazy brains a seemingly normal person has.

But entering someone else's dream itself is not a dangerous thing, neither the mind nor the body will be damaged, it's just a dream, and who would die just because of a dream?

Soul-shifting into a dream and soul-abstinence are mentioned in the same chapter in the book, but the former is not as well-known as the latter, because compared to the spell-caster-led mind-taking, soul-shifting into a dream is obviously a An extremely tasteless spell, it requires both the caster and the castee to fall asleep at the same time, and the news detected is nothing more than fanciful stuff, perhaps its function is more inclined to "understanding" than "detecting", it sounds like It's like a parent who can't control their children, desperately wanting to know what is going on in their rebellious cub's mind.

Snape woke up suddenly, sat up on the small sofa rubbing his throbbing temples crazily, which was the aftereffect of the dream spell, and the back of his head felt like a troll in high-heeled shoes tap-dancing stage, it hurt like hell.

On the crib, Harry Potter seemed to be still asleep, motionless - if one ignored the twitching eyelids.

"Don't play dead when you're awake," Snape whispered.

The eyeballs under the eyelids rolled two more times and emerged from under the eyelashes.

"Professor." Harry called out slightly embarrassed, sitting up from the bed.At this time Snape had straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt and returned the small sofa to its original shape, he gave Harry a hard look, and then opened the bedroom door expressionlessly, "Pack yourself and come to the study. "

After Harry moved into Spider's End Alley, the living room was covered with thick plush carpets, and even the hard and worn-out sofa was secretly replaced by overly soft cushions. Snape was shocked when he saw it for the first time After a full minute of silence, Harry waved his wand to divide the living room into two halves with Harry's apprehensive and flattering smile. A leisure space.

Snape thought it was a doghouse, literally.Gryffindor-style hedonism, hum.

Harry washed his face, patted the pillow marks on his face, picked up a pillow from the sofa in the living room and walked into Snape's study.

Snape was sitting behind the long hard wooden table waiting for him, just waiting for him, not reading or writing, the man leaned on the back of the chair with his arms folded, his eyes closed and his brows frowned.

There was a small ball on the table in front of the man, and Harry froze for a moment to realize what it was, and his nerves tensed up.

"Potter, sit down," Snape said quietly.

Harry sat vigilantly on the chair, his arms tightly wrapped around the pillow in his arms, his green eyes staring at Snape.

Snape lifted his chin: "Take it."

Harry froze: "What?"

"This Portkey, return it to its original owner, and put it away as you like," Snape said.

"Although I personally dislike using rewards and constant repetition of progress as incentives." Snape paused, his brows furrowed even tighter, "Take it, Potter, as a proof."

"What do you mean - Professor? Proof?" Harry was clearly confused.

Snape snorted exaggeratedly: "Congratulations to our boy who survived another victory over death."

Frowning, Harry picked up the glass globe from the table. He had made many such portkeys out of Muggle toys and threw them all over 12 Grimmauld Place. There was a time when Snape The door of his home was the cure for his ailments, and when Harry was suffering, he looked at the doorknob that was still dusty, and he would pick up a little hope again.

Severus Snape, Harry's only trophy and medal after the war, after losing his parents, Sirius, Dumbledore, and even Lupine, Snape was the last life-saving tree he held on to straw.

Proof that he hasn't failed to the bottom.

"I took all the Portkeys from Granger." In the silence, Snape said, "Every time you successfully overcome the nightmare, you can take one from me as a reward. The day when all those portkeys are taken away by you is the day of my liberation."

Harry smiled unnaturally: "Business without money, professor? These are my things."

"Then may I ask your lord the savior." Snape stood up suddenly, leaned his upper body over the table and pressed towards Harry, his black eyes narrowed, "What is the reason for you to make so many—— leading to the humble Where is the house key?"

Under Snape's imposing manner, Harry pressed against the back of the chair, ten fingers almost pinched into the cotton of the pillow, he pursed his pale lips and said nothing.

"Don't want to say?" Snape sat back in his seat and snorted nonchalantly, "I'll always find out, you understand, Potter."

Harry asked softly, "What did you see in my dream?"

Snape's face darkened almost instantly: "How much do you remember?"

"A little bit, very little." Harry blushed and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "I just remember—I was holding you, holding you—"

Seeing Harry's embarrassment, Snape felt a bit of malicious joy from the bottom of his heart, and he said lightly, "You threw yourself on top of me and cried like the end of the world would be the next second."

"God..." Harry groaned into the pillow.

"So what are you crying about?" Snape asked.

"To be honest, I don't remember." Harry rubbed his temples wearily, "I just remember being sad and sad, and this mood even lasted until I got out of bed."

"No more?" Snape raised his voice.

Harry shook his head honestly.

"Okay boy." Snape smiled viciously, "It seems that we have to work harder to conquer your little head with the black lake in it."

"So what did you see, Professor, in my dream?" Harry hugged the pillow and looked at him like a teddy bear in a shop window.

They rarely had such moments of peaceful dialogue, even after the war.Severus Snape and Harry Potter seem to be born at odds. They are the north and south poles of a magnet, and the front and back of a coin. It is harder than heaven to get them to get along well.

But not including this time.

Snape admitted that he was a bit defeated, when the little bastard sat there obediently in his old pajamas with frayed cuffs, his hair was messy but curled up in soft curls, Snape always I can't bear it.

Snape is always at his most vocal when the Savior talks back, he admits that maybe something is... not right, he wants to press the hero's (Harry's) straight back, block the offending one, and be big on himself Roaring mouth, folded his legs, those strong and powerful legs, like the folded wings of a bird of prey, were chained and landed in his territory, conquered.

damn it.

Snape clenched his fists.

He is hard/hard, right here, at this moment, behind this old desk, under Harry Potter's soft gaze, he has desire/desire for him, which cannot be concealed.

This kid succeeded again, using his eyes, his words, and his scent lingering in his nostrils to seduce the elders again and again, and he succeeded a thousand and one times.

It's a trap, it's a trap.

Snape warned himself, although the little bastard did nothing but look at him.

"It's nothing important." Snape said irritably, clutching his forehead, "Compared to this, I hope Mr. Potter puts something in his head. You are no longer a rebellious kid at the age of [-] or [-], or The Savior has a penchant for fighting against those who help him."

Harry frowned: "I'm not against you!"

"Then prove it to me!" Snape stood up abruptly, leaning on the table and looking at him, "Put some important, enlightening memories in your little head, not Grimm's fairy tales."

"No one can control their dreams as they wish, and you can't ask me to do this!" Harry looked at him equally angrily, and said in a weird tone, "You can't, Snape, otherwise Wouldn't it be possible to dream of spending the rest of my life with my mother every night?"

"--boom!"

Harry fell backwards on the floor with the chair, he didn't even see what Snape did, his back was hurt by the hard wood, he couldn't help but groaned in pain.

The light above his head was covered a little, Harry felt his collar was lifted up abruptly, Snape was squatting beside him expressionlessly, holding his collar, his nose was just a slap away from his nose distance.

Harry didn't even dare to breathe.

"Listen, boy," said Snape in that silky and dangerous voice, "I have never had, and will never have, any cross-border contact with your mother, not only to me, but to Her insult."

Harry's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he looked into Snape's dark eyes, which reflected the two little Harrys - and only there.For no reason... Harry was very upset.

"You still love her don't you, love my mother? Always?" said Harry softly, lowering his eyes so that the beautiful green eyes were hidden in thick lashes, " I have my mother's eyes?"

Snape frowned: "You..."

"Let me go, Snape." Harry whispered, and he went to break Snape's hand that was grabbing his collar. Unexpectedly, he was caught almost instantly.