Trouble with hp love at first sight

A.3

"Instead of caring about your invisible teacher, let's focus on the big things in front of you." Snape sneered and grabbed Daniel's shoulders and turned him over, his back to him—— prenatal checkup.

It took him a lot of effort to get the therapist back from St. Mungo's. In order not to expose Daniel's existence, he even forced the therapist to sign a secrecy spell.

The therapist was a familiar face. Harry forced a smile to face the serious-faced therapist. He shrugged and his eyes drifted to the ceiling. "I think I'm fine." But he still touched touched his nose.

He had a good time living with Severus, but before that it was hard to say that it was very good - no, it should be said that it was terrible, he was always running to defeat Voldemort, and sometimes he didn't care dinner.The impression of food is not as fresh as his memory of fighting skills.

"Mr. Potter, you need to take in more calcium and vitamins, otherwise you will have cramps in a short time. I suggest you drink more milk, eat some cheese, and don't forget to eat vegetables." The therapist looked disapprovingly To Harry, he made a quick list of dietary recommendations and gave it to the only person here who could force a picky pregnant woman to eat what he didn't like.

"I'll watch him eat it." Snape snorted coldly, and he glanced at Harry who was said to have lost his voice, "Who made him always like to keep his attention on other people, but forgot himself."

The therapist is gone.Harry found himself horribly forced to face a glass of hot milk and an extra vegetable salad for afternoon tea.

"Severus, you haven't promised me to make that snake venom antidote for me." After Harry resignedly picked up the glass of milk, he didn't drink it but looked up at the man who had pulled away the chair beside him and sat down. snape.

"If it's snake venom, I'm curious about your teacher's current situation after such a long time." Snape forked up a forkful of green vegetables as if he swore to fill Harry's mouth , he deliberately didn't want his partner to think about his teacher and that dose of medicine all the time.

He always had a kind of uneasiness—Daniel had come to him for the snake venom antidote, and maybe after he got the potion, he would disappear.

What's more, after such a long time, the teacher who was poisoned by the snake's venom is still alive - he is so lucky that he unexpectedly popped up at this moment, like an unstable third party, stirring up his life.

Snape's mood became inexplicably bad, as if his sun had been kidnapped by someone with ulterior motives.

"He'll be fine. I'll bring the potion to him before it's too late." Harry immediately refuted Snape's words, jumping up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, showing Snape with its teeth and claws. .

No matter how much he quibbled, the forkful of vegetables still hit his mouth, and among them was the bitter chrysanthemum that disgusted him the most.

"It seems that a person whose life or death is unknown is more important to you than following the doctor's orders. To some extent, you are not healthy." Snape sneered.

Harry had to open his mouth and eat the pile of vegetables he hated the most.

"Damn, it feels like I'm eating grass—I'm not a sheep on a hillside." Harry said gloomily, the taste of vegetables in his mouth made him uneasy, but before he could continue to complain, he deliberately forgot the cup The milk on the side was fed to his mouth.

Sure enough, he had to leave as soon as possible, so that he could be freed from the sniffer's stalking one day earlier!

"I see. Lily is living in St. Mungo's, and you can't wait to come and be with her." Snape stared expressionlessly at the little boy who started chattering after eating some vegetables. asshole.

As if the back button had been pressed, Harry was at a loss for a moment, then retracted his previous expression as if he was about to be tortured to death by vegetables, he smiled and then lowered his head, "That's right, it's already July NO.20 gone."

It was not long before the day he was born.

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uninspired so very short