[HP] Secret help

Turned and left the house.

"Dude, I can't believe it..." When Harry returned to sit on the sofa again, Ron was still slumped on the cushion, staring straight at the ceiling, "If it's because of Ginny, I'll help her Apologies, but Harry, you can't treat all women as scourges..."

Harry picked up a cushion and threw it into Ron's arms: "What does it have to do with Ginny?"

"Isn't it really Ginny?" Ron finally let go of the ceiling of Snape's house and looked at Harry with a mournful face, "But you even changed your sexual orientation, didn't you still like Qiu Zhang before?"

Harry was noncommittal: "Um..."

"Or, even if it's not a girl, even if it's Seamus, Neville, Percy or even me—"

"Ron!" cried the other two together.

Hermione rubbed her forehead vigorously: "I really hope that stupidity is not hereditary."

"Okay Ron, you really don't want to guess anymore." Harry rubbed his forehead together with Hermione, he even felt that his scar didn't hurt as much as it did before, "It's not because Snape is a boy or girl……"

Ron hummed: "I wish you had just said man instead of boy..."

"Well, whether it's a guy or a girl—" Harry said awkwardly, "just because he's Snape, I like him not just his gender."

"Harry." Hermione walked from the big sofa opposite to Harry, knelt down and held his hand, raised her eyes and looked at him solemnly, "I don't want to interfere with your feelings or life in any personal way, After all, I'm not your mother—although it might really look a bit like it from the past."

The two laughed at the same time, and Hermione continued: "But have you really thought about it, are you sure that you really like him, and not because of some intervention in the treatment process, making you feel that you are relying on him? "

"Don't rush to answer me, Harry." Hermione stopped Harry who was about to speak, "I'm pretty sure you don't have Stockholm Syndrome, or you would have told me you liked Professor Snape in at least fifth grade Yes, but it was Qiu who fell in love with you at that time, and there was no sign of it until the end of the war when you and Ginny broke up. Ron and I found more than thirty portkeys leading to Spider's End in your house. "

Hermione asked him seriously, "What does Professor Snape mean to you?"

The two hands in Hermione's palm were not warm at all, and Harry hung his head in silence for a while, then pulled out a smile: "Maybe, it's similar to those medicines prescribed by Edward, you know, I was the one who took him out of the screaming hut." Recite, Snape was as cold as a dead man then, but he was alive again, Voldemort couldn't kill him, he-"

"Harry, calm down dear, I'm not blaming you." Hermione put her arms around Harry's shoulders, "I know you've been blaming yourself, and it's useless for everyone to persuade you, but you have to know that no one thinks that war is Your fault, no one."

Ron came over and silently put his hand on Harry's knee.

The language was extremely pale, and even Hermione didn't know how to comfort Harry, who was a hero and shouldered a heavy burden at the same time. Perhaps such worries were really unavoidable, just like the scar on Harry's forehead. A scar would remain until Harry took it into the grave, and it was a badge as much as it was a price.

Grief grows and is like a cage.

"I can't live without him." Harry said softly, "Maybe Snape thinks I'm cured, but I don't think I'll be cured, not for the rest of my life."

"I know what he is to me, an escape, a redemption, an addiction," Harry repeated again, "I can't leave him."

Nightmares and hallucinations tormented him like drugs, and Harry could only find another solace. He scattered the portkeys around the room, restraining himself from touching them, as if every time the portkey brought him to Spider's End It was a reward - like Snape giving the glass back to him after leaving the nightmare.

"I like him, but there's more to it at the same time," Harry said, "Like Ron likes chips, so you have to ask him that he likes chips because they're potatoes, sticky with ketchup, deep-fried However, is it because it was cut into strips? Losing any one is incomplete, I don’t like any single one, and because of each one, I will like him.”

Ron murmured: "Although I don't seem to understand, but buddy, I think what you said makes sense."

"But what if you get better, Harry?" Hermione asked, her eyes full of unbearable, "You will get better, you won't be sick all the time, so what will Professor Snape do when the time comes? It's not fair to him."

"No," said Harry firmly. "He is my medicine, but he hurts me all the time. He always reminds me of the war that made me powerless. Only he can do it. Heal me at the same time. I split."

For a moment the living room was terribly quiet.

"Hermione, don't worry." Harry lowered his head and wiped away the tears from the little witch's eyes with the back of his finger. "I can never ignore this, not to mention I'm fine now."

"I don't want you to comfort me." Hermione opened his hand, covered his eyes for a while, and when he looked up again, the tears in his eyes had completely disappeared, only a little red. She smiled with a complicated expression, and said sincerely: "I Got it, bless you, Harry."

"Well, I knew you would reach a consensus." Ron put his other free hand on his wife's shoulder helplessly, "So, can I assume that we will meet at the Burrow's Christmas home?" Did you see Snape at the dinner?"

"Maybe?" Harry raised his face and laughed. "It depends on what Snape means. I guess he'll have to curse at least five minutes before he agrees."

"Oh Merlin...it's going to kill me." Ron groaned in pain, "I have to go home and tell them to prepare themselves."

"I guess you need that."

All three laughed, just like before.

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"So, it's still just two of us for dinner?" Snape floated the shopping bag to the kitchen, and changed his shoes in the hallway.

"Well—" Harry lay on the carpet flipping through a Quidditch magazine, and answered him absent-mindedly, "Today is not bad, and we will have many, many, many, many... dinners together in the future."

Snape hummed without answering.

"So you agreed? I just sent out an invitation to go to the Burrow for Christmas together?" Harry turned over and looked at Snape who had resettled.

Snape came to the living room, sat on the sofa in front of Harry, and said lightly, "I didn't hear any invitation."

"You'll go." Harry narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Speaking of which, didn't you explain your crossword puzzle to them?" Snape asked lazily, leaning on the armrest.

"What? Oh...that." Harry lay down again, sighed, and sat up again under Snape's gaze, "Well, I did forget."

He waved his wand: "A letter from Harry Potter is coming!"

Seven or eight envelopes of various kinds flew from Snape's bedroom into the living room like snowflakes. Harry picked and picked, and flew back the unnecessary postcards, leaving only the last one that everyone thought was strange. , and the second-to-last Muggle newspaper.

Harry picked up the newspaper first, raised it to look at the reports on it, and praised: "Actually, I think this Muggle report is well written, and I guessed it well."

Harry looked at Snape, and turned the newspaper in his hand under the disgusted eyes of the other party. The reported side was an entertainment section, which contained a few jokes, some riddles, and a few simple games.

"Well, we don't need these." Harry stretched out his wand, and clicked on one of the crossword puzzles with only a palm-sized layout, and those blank boxes cut themselves around in a circle, haha Leigh clicked again, and all the cut-out grid paper without letters fell off, leaving only a dozen or so holes the size of a thumbnail.

"Next is the last prop." Harry took out the last square letter and placed it under the crossword newspaper with missing grids. The whole letter was completely covered, only the hollowed out grids , just exposing the original dozen or so letters on the letter paper, which Mr. Potter wrote down neatly, and they only repeat one abbreviation back and forth——

S.O.S

A full page.

Harry was calling Snape for help, and no one had noticed it so early, and now they could be mentioned like a little joke.

"So I should praise Mr. Potter's ingenuity?" Snape said sarcastically.

"I thought double agents should know these moves." Harry shrugged, "It's just a simple encryption, and a key to be above board."

"That's really embarrassing, double agents really don't need to know this." Snape gritted his teeth, "It's better for Mr. Potter to watch less Muggle movies."

Harry hummed softly and said nothing, then summoned the parchment and quill, lay down on the tea table and scribbled on the parchment: "To my dear Hermione—sorry for wasting so much time studying riddles -"

Harry explained the reason in a few words, and rolled the combined two letters into the parchment, "Then I need to—"

"Tuk tuk." There was a knock on the windowpane of Spider's End Alley.

"An owl." Harry's eyes lit up, and he opened the window to let the tired little bird