[HP] Secret help

See you. "

"No wonder we couldn't find you in the forest, and no one answered when we called your name!" Ron suddenly realized from the side, "Brother, you are really miserable."

"But Harry, it's your broom that's missing, not your wand. You can use a spell to come back when you wake up, or notify us in any way, but you've been missing for a whole month!" Hermione called out in disbelief. with.

"Okay, Hermione, everything is over, didn't I come back safely?" Harry comforted, "This month has been difficult for me too, I swear I didn't do it on purpose."

"As for the Water of Life and Death." Harry shot a quick glance at Snape, "It was earlier, the last time I drank it was two years ago, sorry, you know, war is really... ..."

Harry's voice lowered, and he gradually stopped talking. Ron sat down and hugged his shoulders with his head down: "It's not your fault Harry, I'm also special (sucking)...can't get out..."

Suddenly, there were two "clicks" from the living room window, Snape frowned and turned to go out, he opened the window, cold wind came in, and there was nothing outside.

"It was me, Professor, I tricked them into sending you an owl," said Hermione behind his back. "I want to talk to you."

Snape closed the window and looked at her thoughtfully. "What, Granger?"

Hermione frowned, cast a spell to ensure that the two people in the bedroom could not hear, and then continued: "What do you think about Harry's remarks today?"

Snape snorted, "It's full of mistakes."

"Yes, I think so too." Hermione said softly, "Harry even used the aftermath of the war to keep me from asking. I can't believe he lied to me time and time again."

Snape said nothing.

"I don't know what it is that is so difficult to talk about, even in spite of our friendship." Hermione looked devastated. "I really don't know if I should be angry about it."

"People always have the right to be angry, Granger." Snape replied flatly.

Hermione looked up at Snape: "I don't think he'll tell me, no matter if I force him or something, but you can try."

"Me what?" Snape frowned.

"Because we are friends with Harry, many times I understand that Harry doesn't want to show us his weakness, even if it makes me very angry." Hermione sighed, "But you are Harry's elder, maybe the world On to the last—”

Hermione said: "Harry has always wanted to have an elder. You know how happy he was when Sirius appeared. He told me that he wanted to live with Sirius. Maybe they could live in the country, but then Sirius……"

Snape's expression was stiff: "I'm afraid..."

"You can do it." Hermione interrupted him for the first time, "You are Harry's teacher, and you still have your prestige, and you are also the elder who has the most contact with Harry after Dumbledore - you saved him."

Hermione added quickly, "Don't you want to know why Harry made those portkeys?"

The living room was quiet. After a long silence, Snape said softly, "Good eloquence, Granger."

Snape turned around sharply, and Hermione seemed to see the Potions professor in Hogwarts walking with the flap of his windroof, "Now, take what you 'sent' and go back to the bedroom."

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"Do I really want to live here, Professor?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Snape waved his wand to make the quilt pillows on the bed roll up by themselves, and he levitated them, ready to move to the next room: "As you can see, Mr. Potter, your bedding will be on the bed in half a minute."

Harry raised his legs, followed Snape limping out of the master bedroom, his tone was strangely contradictory and resigned: "It's nothing but trouble, yes, it bothers you too much, doesn't it? "

Snape raised his wand, let the quilt fall on the bed in the guest room, and turned to Harry's face. The latter was startled by his sudden stop, and his injured right leg gave way, as if he was about to fall on the ground. On the ground, but in the next moment Snape grabbed the collar and carried him back. Green eyes met black ones, and Snape even noticed that the pupils that were close at hand tightened.

He said softly: "Mr Potter has always been amazingly self-aware at the wrong time."

Snape let him go, and said quickly: "The master bedroom is my guest room. You live in it. Granger has already put the clothes in the closet for you. That room belongs to you for the time being. As long as you don't make holes in the wall, I will take care of the rest." It doesn't matter."

"The bathroom is for you. I will use the one in the master bedroom. The kitchen can belong to you. If your cooking skills are not bad, I will be very honored to taste Mr. Potter's cooking. The potion room is mine and can only be Mine, I will thicken the protective spell by two layers, don't try to go in even if you touch the handle of the potion room, otherwise the spell on it will make you very, uncomfortable, suffer."

Snape looked at him, "Got it, Potter?"

Harry nodded honestly: "Yes sir."

"But I still want to say..."

Snape interrupted him: "No but, Potter, we haven't settled our bills yet. Now, go back to your room, or we can chat about 'your' bling blobs."

"Okay, okay, I surrender." Harry held up his hands, showing a look of extreme unbearability, "The bathroom is mine, right? I'm going to take a shower first, lying on the bed makes me almost grow hair gone."

Snape made a "please" gesture, without any response, turned and went to the potion room.

Mr. Porter, however, only survived for about five minutes.

"Uh-hey! Snape, Professor Snape!" Harry yelled, opening the bathroom door a crack.

Snape came out of the room with a dark face, and saw half of Harry's wet head protruding from behind the bathroom door full of steam. He took off his glasses, and it seemed that he couldn't see clearly, and it seemed that there was a stream of water Entering, Harry squinted his eyes slightly, but it was still like a broken diamond set into a green gemstone.

"I was expecting Mr. Potter to call me because of something important." Snape folded his arms, "and not something stupid like changing clothes and forgetting the room."

"Actually, it's not." Harry blinked hard, "I noticed that Hermione didn't bring me shampoo, sir, can I use yours first?"

Snape gritted his teeth, "Please—"

"Hey, hey! Don't go, I think your toiletries are in the master bathroom, not here!"

Snape paused: "Wait."

Half a minute later, Snape drifted in with a bath set, which he really didn't have extra, it was what he usually used himself.

"Thanks, Professor." Harry closed the bathroom door.

It actually feels a little weird, well not a little, very weird.

Harry was lathering his hair with his eyes closed, he was at Snape's house for a while, he was using Snape's bathroom, using his shampoo - oh, it was his usual brand Yes, Snape used the same brand of shampoo as him, which was odd, he'd never smelled it on Snape.

Damn wrong, the problem wasn't the shampoo.

Harry stuck his head under the shower, trying to hold back his racing thoughts as the hot water hit the back of his head, rinsing his lather.

This feeling is so strange that Harry can't describe it. After all, he and Snape have been fighting tit for tat for so many years. Even when teaching Occlumency, or at the gatherings of the Order of the Phoenix, they have always been passers-by. Suddenly they Beginning to share a house, share a bottle of shampoo, it seems that the relationship between him and Snape has suddenly become closer, and they have begun to dabble in each other's lives.

Although Harry understood that Snape was forced to do so.

He and Snape suddenly turned from professor and student to landlord and tenant, all of which seemed so unreal.

His brain was dizzy for a while, the hot water rushing to the top of his head suddenly lost its temperature, everything in front of him began to flatten, time was standing still, or continued aimlessly, as if a century passed in the blink of an eye.

Harry knew he was sick again, the floor twisting and shaking before his eyes, his empty stomach twitching, and Harry gasped for breath, trying to suppress the nausea with the fresh air he inhaled into his lungs.

Steam, sultry, tame water.

The crooked floor, his shadow in the overhead light.

Crimson and green twisted into water snakes.

where is this.

where am i.

——Taking a deep breath seemed to help, Harry took half a step back and leaned against the wall of the bathroom wet with hot water, squinting his eyes and fumbled for the tap to turn it to cold water.

Seconds later, the cold water of winter poured down from the top of his head.

"Ah!" Harry sneezed loudly.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Snape turned a page in the book on his lap: "I'll give you 10 minutes, Potter, dry yourself, pack yourself, and come out."

"What, Professor—" Harry opened the door, and a dripping head poked out from inside. Snape was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He seemed to have changed clothes, and he was not very homely. Qing, had to squint his eyes to look at him for a while, and asked tentatively, "Are we going out?"

Snape's book turned another page, and he didn't even lift his eyes from the page: "You have nine minutes."

Harry muttered something and closed the bathroom door.

Twenty or ten minutes later, the two of them wrapped themselves in thick coats and stood under the bus stop sign. It was no longer snowing and the sky was still cloudy. There were very few cars on the road and few pedestrians.

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