Trouble with hp love at first sight

A.8

After waking up from a coma, the young Severus Snape hurried down from the bedroom on the second floor, his face was as stern as he was anxious, but just as he feared, Daniel was nowhere to be seen in the house, and he couldn't help but tense his jaw.

He can't find him.

The potion in the crucible has been put into a certain potion bottle, and Daniel took away the clothes he was wearing at the beginning, and there are obviously things he used to use everywhere—but it seems that this person never existed. Everything about Daniel Porter was his imagination, his crazy imagination of such a person.The fact that he was too afraid of being deceived by a Potter actually made him have such absurd thoughts!No, there was no way he would lose his temper over a Potter!No way!

Snape finished his aimless search and sat down facing the empty fireplace.The calmness after the fever subsided prompted him to quickly think about everything about Daniel. From their first meeting to now, every detail that should have made him suspicious sprung up like mushrooms after rain. A bad lie is too lazy to be perfunctory.

He doesn't know anything about Daniel!Except that Potter's signature shaggy hair and his James Potter-like face would justify his name.

"Potter, damn Potter." Snape gritted his teeth, so hard that his lips were bitten by him, and the smell of fresh rust penetrated into his mouth and nose, which made him extremely sober and extremely hateful.

Potter was his lifelong enemy, he couldn't be more sure!

But if—if Daniel was willing to come back, Snape knew he should put everything about Potter on his hate list, but he couldn't help but look forward to it.Daniel is pregnant with his baby!Maybe his partner was just desperate to fulfill his promise to his teacher, and maybe someday he'd come back with that kid.

After all, Daniel is so compassionate and kind to others that he is hopelessly kind. He would never treat an unborn child—let alone his child.

Snape thought for half a month, and after half a month of waiting in vain, he once again clearly realized how cruel a Gryffindor would be.

As time fell through the hourglass bit by bit, Snape let go of that faint expectation, but still kept a hope that was as small as a grain of wheat, and he would have ridiculed it if it was another person .But Snape was so contradictory. He reminded himself over and over again to abandon his fantasy every day when he woke up, but he kept expecting even humblely.

Time has fermented his expectation into a viscous stubbornness, which has been drawn into thin threads and wrapped around his heart, and sometimes tightened when he hated Daniel, reminding him of his stubborn waiting, his bleak hope, and his like.

Maybe love really exists, but in another form, another word - hate.

The invincible Dark Lord finally decided on the time to attack. After a year-long observation period, he chose the Longbottoms and Potters, which best fit the description of the prophecy and were also the mainstay of the Order of the Phoenix.

Snape had witnessed all this happening, and he was helpless—is he going to fight against the Dark Lord for a Potter?

So just as he had expected, the Potters died, and the Dark Lord also failed, leaving only little Potter, crying annoyingly, in the burning house.

Another Potter.

Looks like some jerk who knows how to run.Of course, they were uncles and nephews, so there should be some similarities to some extent, but at least little Potter's eyes were green, and he also had a very striking scar, which gave him an extraordinary reputation since he was a child.

"We have to look to the future, Severus. Although we don't want to admit it, most people in this world don't live for themselves." Dumbledore unwrapped a lollipop and stuffed it into his mouth, he frowned He raised his face, and stretched out those folds in the next second. It seemed to be a lemon-flavored lollipop. After the teeth were sour, it was so sweet that it became tooth decay.

Snape looked at Dumbledore expressionlessly. How straightforward the old headmaster's words were, his intentions were quite obvious.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally showed a bitter self-mockery, as if his whole body was a shadow forgotten in the corner.Once he had seized happiness, walked towards the center of power, and achieved success—but this was the end.

What was before him now—was there any other choice?

"Don't say those useless things, save your tongue." Snape said coldly. He lost everything, but he didn't lose his brains.

The only wealth he has left is in his brain, which no one can take away or run away.

"I'll do things for you, but little Potter, I mean Harry Potter," he stopped immediately when Dumbledore cast a puzzled look, no one knew Daniel—whether he was crazy Or, there has never been such a person in this world.

"You can't have a hand in how I treat him. Now, tell me where he is?" He suppressed his urgency for a Potter he couldn't—at least not show that there were other stories in it.

"Severus, Harry is in the safest place, and he's going to live like a prince. Don't worry, you'll see him when he's eleven, and I promise I'll stay out of your way—but Please don't be too harsh on him, he is still a child." Dumbledore smiled cheerfully, he said the same set of rhetoric to the crowd, and then agreed to Snape's request.He couldn't help but think of how in the ruined Potter house, this young man seemed to be taken away by the world, so much so that his eyes completely lost the light, maybe he didn't want to live anymore.

Maybe the lovely Harry can bring him the hope of life.

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I'm so busy, I'm almost bald, this short one, the writing is not good, I will fix it when I have time