Trouble with hp love at first sight

A.9

The moment the fast-rotating hands on the dial seemed to be forced to stop by an invisible hand, Harry exhaled a big breath. He was breathing rapidly, and his heartbeat also suddenly accelerated, which was even louder in the empty room. piercing the eardrum.Cobwebs and dust all show that the owner of the house has not returned home for a long time.

Harry hadn't calmed down his heartbeat from the rapid change of time and space, but when he lowered his head, he found that the time-turner in his hand began to shatter, and the whole time-turner turned into gravel from between his fingers with just a slight retraction of his hand Falling from the sky, the legendary soul-returning stone also changed from black to dead gray, as if it had completely lost its magic power.

"No!" Harry squatted down, he tried his best to gather the gravel with his hands, but even if he picked up the dust, it couldn't return to its original shape.He drew out his wand, and applied it over and over again to the pile of fine sand, but it was all in vain.

He really can't go back in time, and this is the last time-turner he can find.

Everything was as he had expected - he was afraid that he would really break his promise to Severus.

Harry slumped on the ground, but time urged him to complete his mission instead of sitting here complaining about the injustice of fate.

With nothing left, all he can do is to save one by one, at least he will not be ashamed of Snape in this time and space.

So Harry got up, staggered towards the fireplace in an extremely embarrassed posture, quickly grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and muttered his destination, "Saint Mungo!"

"Harry, where did you go? I heard from the therapist that you got a broad-spectrum snake venom antidote." After receiving the news from the therapist, Hermione arrived at St. Mungo's and found that her friend who had disappeared for nearly a day was actually there. Here—of course he would be here, he was the one who sent the snake venom antidote.

"Something happened, at least it turned out well," said Harry vaguely, not wanting to tell his friends about his trip to the past, living in 1980 for a while, and getting married.

He should never get married again.Harry raised his hand and kissed the ring on his finger. The Hidden Charm made his finger smooth and clean, but he just knew that there was indeed a ring on his ring finger, which carried his engagement with Severus and the inseparable love of time. His love for that person.

unique.

"Then you want to go back to Hogwarts? We set up a Hogwarts reconstruction team. Ron and Neville are in charge of the gate. I will join the team in charge of the atrium porch. interested in the rebuilding of the Odd Field." Hermione was talking about some of the things they had done recently, "Slytherins have also joined in, and we had a great time working together." She glanced at Harry and found that her friend was paying attention Not on this.

She had to sigh, too—with the snake venom antidote, at least Professor Snape wouldn't die, but it would take a while before things returned to normal.With Harry's deadly stubbornness and dedicated drive, he might spend a long time staring at Professor Snape intently.

"I can understand." This sentence was for herself.

She reminded herself yet again that Harry wasn't obsessed with Snape, he was just - that's the kind of guy who would do his best to others.

"Of course I'll go back, I don't think it'll be long, the healer said the potion arrived just in time, and within 24 hours Snape will wake up. I'll be back when he's better. I'll Won't stay here forever." Harry bowed his head and smiled when he said this, "everything will be fine."

"Well, I believe you." Hermione said, "As well as the NEWTs in early September, the time given to us by the Ministry of Magic is very tight. They don't even want to set aside one more year. They say they must follow the tradition," Hogg Woz doesn't have an eighth grade!'." She couldn't help but roll her eyes at these old stubbornes, "Fortunately, the professors are willing to help, I've sorted out all the review points, and this one is for you."

Harry took the heavy stack of documents, so heavy that he had to use all his strength to support his wrist.He glanced curiously at Hermione's small bag, how she managed to carry so many things without feeling heavy - of course magic can do this, but obviously that bag is a magical item.

"I made it, it's very practical, right?" Hermione noticed Harry's gaze, and she patted her satchel boastfully, "By the way, why are you here? I mean, this should be the obstetrics department, right?"

"Ah, it's a coincidence." Harry shivered, "It turns out that this is an obstetrics department. St. Mungo's actually has an obstetrics department! I've never heard of it before." Harry felt the cold sweat on his back .

"Really? But I always feel like you're lying." Hermione looked suspicious.

"It's time for me to see Professor Snape, maybe he's already awake—do you want to come together?" A lie needs countless lies to remedy, he doesn't have the brainpower to deal with Hermione's questioning, and he doesn't know enough Harry quickly changed the subject.

"It's okay." Hermione didn't think the mess just now would be a big problem, everyone has their own little secrets, maybe her friend was dealing with her own little troubles by the way, and she accidentally caught her.

"Harry, I hope you don't have to carry everything by yourself. If you have anything, you can tell me. As a friend, I can also share some for you." She couldn't help thinking about some battle trauma and the like, and couldn't help but Looking at his friend, he directly saw him with his head up and his back straight.

"I'm in good health, for sure," Harry swore, but a medical checkup or something was out of the question.

After leaving the obstetrics department, Harry went up to the floor and heaved a sigh of relief. He remembered the results of the therapist's test. Except for the uneasiness that the fetus felt due to the excessive sadness, traveling through time and space had little effect on the child.

So he has to pull himself together and try to make himself happy - that's the only thing he can do to make up for it.

"...It was you who saved me." After Snape woke up, he looked at Potter with a blank expression on his face, smiling heartlessly and without malice—so stupid that he was very stupid Want to cast a curse.

Damn Potter!Not even the Wisdom Potion could save him from his stupidity!

"Who allowed you to make your own decisions?" Snape's voice was hoarse and weak because of hurting his throat, like a provocative snake hissing at its prey.

ridiculous!Potter, another Potter!Why can he decide his life and death?Could it be that his life cannot be separated from this cursed surname even for a minute?

"I can't just watch you die, Professor." Harry peeled the apples in his hands into rabbits one after another, and handed these apple rabbits to Snape, wanting him to calm down.

"I owe you this. I know that no amount of things I do can make up for my mistakes. Maybe in your eyes, I am self-assertive and destroy your hopes. But have you ever thought that if I do everything If you don’t do it, just wait for the god of death to take you away, then every day from now on, I will endure the torture of my conscience and live in endless regret.” Harry closed his eyes and fantasized about the scene where Snape died and he was powerless .

At least the bastard was alive now, whether he was scolding him or glaring at him angrily, a living Snape was his reward for all he had done.

And all this he owed to the other Snape, Harry stroked his lower abdomen subconsciously at the thought.

"Holy Father of self-satisfaction." Snape sneered, he threw the plate of rabbit apples back into Harry's hand with a face of refusal, and he was ready to go home after throwing off the quilt.

"No, you can't go back now!" Harry put the plate on the table and started to stop Snape.

"I'm not your fault, damn Potter, let go of your hand!" Snape yelled, and it touched his wound, and the gauze was smeared with blood.

He couldn't help covering his painful neck and coughing hard, as if the gushing blood blocked his throat.

"Therapist!" Harry called anxiously to the therapist.

After some emergency treatment and examination, the therapist gave Snape a diagnosis of inpatient observation and rejected his application for discharge.

"Speak less, don't get excited. Keeping your mood happy can promote your recovery, and eating some fruit is also fine." The therapist found a rabbit apple beside him, he smiled, and recommended the patient to eat some fruit—it is best to block him Q.

"Eat something, you haven't eaten for a long time, and you can't rely entirely on nutritional potions."

Harry immediately put the apple he had peeled himself back into Snape's hand, and he was about to say something when the therapist gave him a look to speak.

"Although the snake venom antidote is a key antidote, Nagini's poison has already damaged his internal organs, and it will take some time for follow-up treatment-I hope the patient can cooperate with our treatment." The therapist said after closing the door .

He could see that the young savior in front of him might be the person who cared the most about the life and death of the double agent inside the door.

During Snape's hospitalization, only this young man ran here every day. If St. Mungo allowed him to accompany the bed, maybe he would already be living in St. Mungo's.

The therapist was the one who knew what Harry was doing best, and someone who cared so much didn't deserve to be judged like that.

"Please tell me all the precautions, and I will keep an eye on him." Harry nodded, deciding that he would not leave Snape for a long time.

This can be very difficult.He was used to everything about Severus, and this Snape also had a similar aura.Maybe his preferences will be very similar.

He can't regard Snape as Severus, they are not alone—not to mention that there is a shadow of Severus in Snape, if that bastard Snape finds out about this, he I'm afraid I don't even want to see the sun tomorrow.

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It’s been a long time since I’ve had a codeword, and I hope there’s no situation where the plots don’t match up.The crematorium smelled strong.