Trouble with hp love at first sight

"I'm sorry, we did our best," said the therapist, comforting the one who had only one poignant answer with unique tenderness.

"It's okay if we can find the potion, but the special snake venom antidote has been used up, and you know that this kind of thing is given priority to Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix, and Mr. Snape—we can only use his The situation is controlled at a critical point between good and bad. If you can find an antidote for snake venom—preferably brewed by a potion master, with a particularly high purity, there may be a way. The key is time. If you can’t If it is done as soon as possible, then Merlin will not be able to save him."

"As soon as possible?" Harry grabbed the therapist's collar, the anxiety on his face mixed with daze and bewilderment.

He had sent Snape to St. Mungo's, and they had won.

The darkest time has passed!

So why is it still too late?

"If you can deliver the potion today." The therapist, who had seen this situation a lot, gave the answer in a soft voice without even changing the gentle arc of his mouth.

However, this did not comfort Harry, and he let go of his hand as if he had lost his strength.

The healer left, leaving him alone facing the door, and inside was Snape, breathing weakly.

It was as if this door separated life and death, and this was an insurmountable gap, unless he could find a bottle of snake venom antidote brewed by the potion master today.

"Is it really impossible to save him?" Harry banged on the door vigorously.

The orange light above his head hit his face, he watched the light, and seemed to see the therapists lift the white sheets to cover the bloodless Snape in a trance, he made a note of his fantasy chills.

The daze on his face faded, he pursed his lips, turned and walked towards the fireplace.

He made a decision.

Although the idea was absurd, he was going to give it a try.

Maybe it works?

"Haha."

Standing in front of St. Mungo's Gate, Harry was rubbing his hands, and he was breathing on his hands. He came out in such a hurry that he only had time to put on a black cloak, because he was still wearing short sleeves under the sudden heat of the weather. At this time, he encountered heavy snow, and the flying snowflakes decorated the winter with unique colors.

His fingers crossed the air, it was Christmas Eve afternoon, it was close to five o'clock, and the lights on the street were all turned on.

Who's going to come to St. Mungo's at this hour?There weren't even Muggles, he was the only one standing here stupidly.

He should go to Knockturn Alley, where it shouldn't be too difficult to get a bottle of the snake venom antidote made by the potions master.

Harry's legs were shaking with cold, and he cast another Warming Charm on himself.This makes me feel better.

At this moment, he saw the door of St. Mungo's opened, and a tall and thin young man came out, wrapped in a black cloak, walking in a hurry.

He was about to Apparate as soon as he got off the steps.

"Excuseme." Harry called to him, and he immediately stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve.

The young man turned his head and glared impatiently at the strange young man.

Then they froze at the same time.

The young Snape frowned and stared at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, his eyes lingering on the green eyes behind the lenses with only a little dew on them after the snowflakes had melted.

Looking closely at this face, it is not James Potter—maybe he is a member of the Potter family, which is why he has such a similar face.

Snape came to this conclusion.

"Do you know the master of potions?" Harry thought of the most important thing now after being shocked.

But this face - he couldn't help but look again, his face flushed inexplicably.

The heart also suddenly accelerated its rhythm.He has never experienced this kind of experience, as if—this is the legendary love at first sight.

Oh Merlin!His heart was broken.

Obviously this young man's appearance is not that handsome, and his aura of not disturbing strangers is so sharp, like a sharp sword carved out of ice in the cold winter, it can pierce his heart.

And now that Harry had to sustain his out-of-order heartbeat, it was the wrong time - it wasn't right!

"Are you looking for the Potions Master?" Snape looked at Harry, and seeing that he was indeed anxious, he drew his arm and glanced at St. Mungo's door, "Then why don't you go in?"

If you want to get to know the master of potions through the healer of St. Mungo's, you can't say that this way of thinking is wrong.

"I—" Harry just snorted, looking at the face, frustrated that he didn't want to lie to him, "I can do anything as long as I can see the Potions Master." That's all he could say .

He couldn't be seen by many people, and if he had been in a crowded place like St. Mungo's, maybe he would have met Lily and James—that would be inexplicable.

So he can only avoid the crowd.

Snape looked at Harry quietly, "Your purpose?"

"I need a potion made by the Potions Master," said Harry, as the snow kept falling, making their hair glisten white.

He couldn't help but raised his hands to breathe the heat again, it was really too cold - the effect of the warming spell was very low.

Snape stared at the young man, who looked as old as he was.And those eyes are so eye-catching, even more moving in this snow color.

"You're cold," he said.

He knew he shouldn't be so fussy, but for the first time he listened to his heart's desire.

No—he should be vigilant, especially if the one in front of him is most likely a Potter.

Harry nodded.

He couldn't help but look forward to the young man in front of him, especially his heartbeat was affected by his words.

Talk to him more, even if the next sentence is the end.

He shouldn't be wasting his time on this, but he just can't control his excited heartbeat.

"Come with me, we'll change places," Snape said.

He took the young man's hand.

Then continuing the interrupted spell, Apparated back home.

After the dizzy turn, Snape regretted it, and he even pulled out his wand to give the stranger a forgetful memory.

He met those bright emerald eyes filled with curiosity - and, oh - his pale complexion began to heat up.

What kind of magic is this, so weird.

"There are no potions masters here," he said dryly.

Wrong, stop—get him out—get him out!

"Would you like to take me in?" Harry licked his lips.

He saw that the young man's family was not in a good situation. His house didn't even have much furniture, and the only sofa in the living room had its springs stuck out.

But it was too late to go out now, he didn't bring Muggle currency, the Galleons in his pocket were to buy the snake venom antidote, which would be a lot of money.

No—his excuse was terrible.

He looked at Snape, unable to resist grabbing his hand.

He was definitely under a spell, otherwise how could he be so moved by the person he met for the first time.

He is obviously not good-looking, and he doesn't even know his name.

This is a mistake!wake up!You don't know him at all!

Snape looked at the hand being held, he just frowned and had no other emotions.

Those dark eyes studied Harry silently, as if evaluating.

Of course he saw what Harry was thinking - very exciting.

His palms seemed to be hot from ironing. He was a man, so he naturally understood the heat in those eyes.

But that was a mistake, come to think of it - he was a stranger, a Potter who had appeared out of nowhere, and had been taken to his home by him under the pretense of looking for the Potions Master.

Their positions are opposite, so he is the enemy - throw him out!

Give him a forgetful, or curse him!

"You want to stay?" Snape said, wanting to tap his tongue of betrayal.

He looked deeply at the boy in front of him, what magic did he cast on him?

Harry nodded. "I'm cold." What a bloody bad excuse!

He looked at Snape anxiously, say something quickly!If he missed it, maybe—maybe he would never see him again for the rest of his life!

Maybe he'll marry a girl, maybe they'll have a bunch of kids.

This is his only heartbeat, so he shouldn't stop there!

Their faces were similarly flushed, as if they had been burned by the heat of the fireplace at the same time-but the fireplace was not lit at all, so there was no excuse.

"My name is Daniel," Harry said carefully, having already thought of his alias.

"Daniel." Snape pronounced his name, stroking his tongue like a match igniting a flame.

He lowered his head, Harry reached out tentatively, and he pulled him down.

And so the kiss happened.

Incredible!Who can imagine that they just met for the first time!

Does love at first sight really exist in this world?

Harry's eyes widened, his eyes blank and bewildered, but he was definitely kissed carefully.

Originally it was just sticking, so soft and moist, the young man's lips were much hotter than his - he had stood in the snow for too long.

After clinging to each other for a long time, neither of them wanted to leave first, so Snape moved, tentatively and cautiously.

Harry opened his mouth subconsciously, and the flames became a raging fire.

They kissed as they headed for the stairs.

Before reaching the second floor, Harry staggered and fell on the steps, with Snape on his body.

Their lips were inseparable, and Harry didn't feel disgusted as his hands ran through the young man's greasy hair, he was engrossed in the kiss.

Then when he was cold all over, he found that his cloak had been pulled open, and there were unsuitable short sleeves inside, what would he think of him?Think he's a lunatic who can't tell the seasons?

Snape paused, drawing Harry's cloak back.

"As I said, I'm cold." Harry panted, his lips pressed against the young man's, and his hand pulled his arm impatiently.He can't stop!

"Do you know how to do it?" he asked.

Before today, he was still a straight straight man, and he never expected that he would fall in love with a strange man at first sight.

Snape paused, making difficult decisions in his mind.

He should get this Potential Spy Potter out, but if he did, he'd be sick from the cold.

No—to be merciful to your enemies is to be cruel to yourself, and he was never a man of mercy.

Snape sneered at the hypocrisy and kindness in his heart. He stared at the young man under him, and the filth in his heart grew more and more.

Reach out his hand and follow his heart's desire so that he is not alone.He deserves something that belongs to him, like a New Year's gift.And he bumped into him himself, if you like it, there is no coercion.

"What do you want?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

Harry's Adam's Apple rolled comfortably, and he looked at the young man fervently.

"Do what you want." He stepped forward and lifted his body, kissing those dull thin lips.

……

"Call me by name." Snape couldn't help blurting out his always calm heart.

It's just that for the first time it seems like you've found the right partner, they were meant to be together.

"Severus - yell," he urged.

If Daniel would stay, he would give him half of his bed.

And hug him every day.

Maybe they'd be together, even if he was a Potter.

"Cy, Severus!" Harry called the name, crying out.

Snape took Harry's chin and kissed him.And he didn't notice the shock and bewilderment on Harry's face, completely taken aback by his name.

"Again?"

Harry was still shaking.He scowled at Snape, what a problem.

But his heart was still pounding, answering Snape's offer.

Well, at least he was sure that Snape wasn't married, and being a potions master himself, he wasn't wasting his time.Harry wanted to strangle his stupid self to death in his heart, the snot-nosed man really made a lot of money!