Trouble with hp love at first sight

A.4

St. Mungo's is always so busy. Whether in 1998 or 1980, even wizards are inseparable from life, old age, sickness and death. For British wizards, St. Mungo's is an inevitable transit point in their lives.

Whether it's tense now or 28 years later in the darkest hour in the wizarding world, St. Mungo will not turn away her patients.

She is a resting place that is always open to everyone in the dark, no matter they are hostile or neutral, as long as they are wizards, they can come to get the help they need.

Harry is now standing in the hall of St. Mungo's, which is constantly flowing. He glanced at the several therapists in dark green robes dotted in a hurry, and then his eyes turned to the information counter in the reception area. He had been to the second The biological injury department of the second floor visited Uncle Arthur, and he knew that different floors had different departments.The last time he was dragged to St. Mungo's by Severus, he had dragged him to the maternity unit - something happened in that corridor that he would never forget in his life.

Even if he doesn't have much time left in this era, he won't let himself forget.That sullen bastard Severus Snape had actually put on a straight face and threatened him when he proposed - Harry covered his face to prevent the corners of his mouth from being seen.

It's so embarrassing, he actually thought Snape was handsome when his face darkened, like when they first met, he acted like he had drunk a big bottle of love potion, he couldn't even speak well, just Thinking of hooking young Snape into bed.

Harry slapped his face, pulling himself out of the memory.He followed the direction of the flow of the crowd and walked into the elevator.

After stepping into the maternity corridor again, Harry took a deep breath, and once again told himself that he just had to take a look, as long as he was careful enough not to be noticed by James and the others.

So Harry even slowed down his breathing, suppressing the impulsion that his wish was about to come true, and he looked through the wards without missing a single window.When he reached the ward at the end of the corridor, he stopped, the drumbeat in his heart suddenly stopped, everything was so quiet, even his breathing and heartbeat were far away.

He looked at the window--just a window away.

"Ouch." Lily, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly rubbed her stomach, her smile was like a distant song.

"What's the matter?" James, who was peeling an apple, hurriedly dropped the apple in his hand. He hugged Lily's shoulder nervously, glanced up and down at his wife, and almost rang the bell to call the therapist.

"Harry kicked me, he must have found it boring to lie down." Lily straightened James' head with both hands, preventing him from feeling that she was uncomfortable and needed a therapist for 24 hours.

Immediately, James was overjoyed, the corners of his mouth almost turned up to the sky, and then he tilted his head and carefully approached Lily's belly.

This young couple is just 20 years old. They are so expectant and meticulous about their upcoming son. With 10 days left before the due date, they will live in St. Mungo's. James can't wait to live in Lily's delivery room , in the bed next to hers, to prevent her mobilization in the middle of the night—who made James Potter read so many stories of maternal accidents a few months ago.Enough to turn a brave warrior into a nervous, silly dad in battle.

Harry stared at the young couple in the window. They were much younger than his parents he imagined - they were about his age, but they were about to welcome the birth of little Harry.

This also means that such a happy time is counting down.

Harry lowered his head, staring at his flat stomach, and suddenly reached out to touch it - of course, he couldn't touch anything.

But there is indeed a small life here, which has just sprouted and cannot feel the outside world yet.This is like some kind of mysterious rule in the dark, which is passed down from father to son, from generation to generation. On the surface, blood relationship is actually love to maintain the link of this transmission.

He doesn't know if he can be a good father, but he knows that James and Lily are also exploring to be a good pair of parents.And it turns out, they are the best parents in the world.

So he can too.

Just when Harry was about to leave, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice suddenly appeared, destroying Harry's sense of satisfaction.

"who are you?"

Harry turned around abruptly, and the young Sirius' youthful face made him look surprised.

"C-Sirius." Harry almost bit his tongue.

Why is his godfather here? —No, of course he can appear, he has always been inseparable from James.But how could he show up now and run into him by chance?

"You know me?" Sirius raised his eyebrows, his face, which was handsome enough to be photographed in a Muggle commercial, was full of doubts, "Why do you look so much like James, are you a relative of James - no , are there any relatives of James I don't know?"

Harry's head was full of terrible sirens, and he would lose control any longer - go!Get out of here!With his mind in chaos, Harry used Apparition and disappeared in front of Sirius in a twirl.

The next second, he was unsteady when he landed, his legs staggered, and he almost fell to the ground.He leaned on the pole of the Muggle street lamp in front of St. Mungo's and stared at the old brick-red department store.

Almost, if he stayed any longer—he'd want to stay, he'd want to join them, talk to them, share what had happened to him.

He has never regretted it like this, and he wants to stay so badly.

"You're right, Harry." Harry squeezed his hand tightly.

he can not.Most of the years he had a hard time doing what he wanted to do, he needed to do the right thing.Obviously, he tried to follow his wishes a long time ago, but he suddenly understood that it was too difficult to do what he wanted to do.

He couldn't save Sirius, he couldn't save Dumbledore, and now—he had to save Snape.

There is always one thing he can do.

The author has something to say:

There is no inspiration, and there are many things we can't do.But Harry can still save the professor.