Trouble with hp love at first sight

A.13

Magic is always amazing.

I saw with my own eyes that it took only a week for the therapist to remove the thick gauze around Snape's neck. Only a light pink trace remained of the originally horrible and hideous wound, still reminding Harry of the wound that happened not long ago. The man is still dying, but now everything is coming to a good end.

Snape is gradually recovering, and he can return to Hogwarts to coach again.The eccentric old bat is about to return to save the group of Slytherins who are crying all day long.

And this week's absurd cohabitation life has come to an end.

Fortunately, this time was so short that he hadn't gotten used to the life in Spider's End, and he didn't find it so interesting to live with the old bat. In fact, the old bastard couldn't wait to see him. Bedroom - If it weren't for the ban on potions, maybe the old guy would stay in his potion making room all day. ——Wait, why did Snape standing next to the cauldron with greasy hair and a smell of potion all over his body appear in his mind!

Obviously he had never seen such a Snape before—well, it was actually very easy to think of it.

Anyway, whether it was Severus or Snape, they both liked potions.

Harry took a deep breath, and reminded himself of the difference between Severus and Snape once again. They were different in age and preferences. At least one thing, Severus liked him, and the old bat liked him the most. I hated nothing more than Potter.

"Dude, you're finally back. I thought you were going to be with Snape soon. The next time I see you may not be at your wedding." Ron patted Harry on the back, and he said Shivering, he winked and made a funny face, so resentful that he even made the joke on Snape.

"Oh, of course that's impossible." Harry was stunned for a second, and immediately laughed exaggeratedly. He grabbed his friend's shoulders, and the two walked towards the auditorium together.He had a sloppy look on his face, and a cold sweat was already breaking out on his back.

Almost got caught by Ron's big mouth!He wouldn't be with Snape anyway, and there wouldn't be a wedding.

He is already married!

"Mr. Poppert, good to see you recover, welcome back."

Harry and Ron played and romped all the way, it was completely an intimate picture of friends reunited after a long absence, and suddenly they were stopped by a tall and handsome boy, his fair face was smeared with crimson red, and every inch of his golden hair The silk was shining golden in the sun, as if outlining the gold border. He was wearing a Gryffindor school uniform, with a slender waist, a shy face, and stumbled when speaking.

Harry had seen too many such fanatical and nervous fans, he pulled out this slightly familiar face from his mind, "I remember you, you are a member of DA, Fran Edson, right?" He'd met him a few times in Gryffindor Tower, and the boy had asked him about the Patronus Charm at the DA party.

"You actually remember me!" Fran Edson's face burst into a flower-like joy, he stepped forward excitedly and grabbed Harry's hand, and let go before Harry felt uncomfortable. Taking a step back, the voice calmed down slightly, "Can I call you Harry?"

"Of course." Harry received Ron's teasing gaze, and his face put on a smile like that for fans, "We are going to the auditorium, do you want to come together? Fran."

'Hey, why call this guy? ' Ron nudged his buddy and gave him that look.

Harry blinked, and he looked back at the happy but bewildered teenager in front of him.

"Oh, I'm so happy!" Fran Adelson said excitedly, and he was about to go on in a hurry-didn't it mean that Ginny Weasley was out?Maybe this is his chance.

But beside Harry, there was a Weasley who was in the way, and he stuck to Harry like a jellybean all day long.

"I still have something to do, please take me with you next time you have a chance." He said, glanced at Ron and left.

"Man, you are too attractive, and another admirer."

Sitting at the long table in Gryffindor, Ron teased Harry. After seeing Hermione coming with a pile of review materials, he shared what he heard and saw on the road with this friend who missed the gossip.

"I thought you were used to it, Ron. Harry's charm has always been high, have you forgotten that every Valentine's Day he receives so many chocolates that he almost buries the two of you?" Hermione With a face full of surprise, she even felt that Ron had made a big fuss, and even brought up such a trivial matter.

"Compared to gossip, Ron, have you used the review materials I gave you? How is your progress?"

Ron immediately hid behind Harry, but fortunately Lavender appeared, and he immediately flew to his girlfriend's side, far away from Hermione who talked about homework as soon as he spoke.

"He must have been using the review materials." Harry quickly added to Ron.

Hermione snorted, obviously not convinced, she looked down and found the one specially prepared for Harry from the pile of review materials, "This is yours. Since you missed the seventh grade class, I specially I marked the content of the seventh grade for you, and prepared study materials. I know that the professors have applied for private lessons for your situation, but if the principal refuses to approve it—be prepared.”

Harry and Hermione glanced at each other, and at the same time thought of the current headmaster, Snape would think of Harry—rather than having such fantasies, it is better to face the reality and find a way to bring back Gryffindor College, which has been in a sharp decline Divide.

"Hey." The two friends sighed together, thinking that Snape would not approve his application for make-up lessons, and the other thinking about their poor college points.

"10 points from Gryffindor, Mr. Adelson, it must be very exciting to use a public place as a stage for your love, how selfish." Snape's voice was as gloomy as ever, and it sounded like a venomous snake. His influence has been minimal.

The outside world may have heard very little about Harry's efforts to save the life of his former Potions professor during this period, but there have never been fewer rumors in Hogwarts.

But fans of Harry like Fran Edson, they will not believe that Harry will not even come to school because of the old bat who has been persecuting him, and even imagined that the last battle against the Dark Lord gave Harry Physically traumatized to the point of returning to Hogwarts now, that makes more sense to them.

Snape glanced at the resentment on Adelson's face, there were many people who were dissatisfied with Potter for the injustice he suffered, he thought indifferently, and walked away.

"If Weasley, who was not in the way, was there, I would have succeeded in my confession. Harry would be with me." Fran Adelson said to himself, with a strange expression on his face Nothing can affect him, as if he has reached a pathological point of determination.

Snape stopped in his tracks, his brow furrowed.He tried to hold back his anger—damn Potter was all about his charm all the time.And what does this have to do with him?

He wasn't Potter's best friend, nor—no, he was Potter's husband.

It has been for so many years.

With this unhappiness that he should have forgotten long ago, Snape quickened his pace and moved away from Potter's admirer.Whether Potter liked men or women, it wasn't the ex-Potions professor he hated most.

He has no qualifications and no reason to intervene - besides, he has already foreseen Potter's future, that kid has always been so yearning for the Weasley family.

Only Snape knew how embarrassed he had gone back to his cellar to open a half-drunk bottle of Firewhiskey by himself.

In this era, Porter is busy all the time, and there is no shortage of caring partners, elders, and endless admirers around him. He doesn't need a former lover who was abandoned by the times.

Obviously that ending was the best—it's a pity that it was once again ruined by the heroic Potter.

The rebuilding of Hogwarts ended at the end of May, and everything seemed to be back to before the war, except that the seventh grades were even more busy. Not only were they busy making up for missing homework, but they also needed to prepare for NEWTs that were postponed until September. No one was chasing after them Time, the speculators who sell memory potions and mind-boosting elixir are also selling anxiety.

In this tense atmosphere, Harry seemed extraordinarily busy. More than once in his free time, he was annoyed that he and Ron had destroyed all the time-space converters. If there was one left-he must use it Go see Severus instead of doing homework that can't be done!

Once the busyness stopped, Harry was sour with thoughts of Severus.

"Harry, someone is looking for you." Suddenly Ron patted his friend on the shoulder, winked at Harry, and kept pointing out of the library.

Harry, who had cleared his mind of all kinds of Severus photo albums, turned his head and saw that it was Fran Edson who had been looking for him some time ago. He made up the general situation in his mind—I'm afraid Another homework problem.

"You can go to Ginny, or Hermione." After walking out of the library, Harry couldn't help saying, whether it was Ginny, who was in the same grade as Edson, or Hermione, they were more familiar with homework than he was. many.After all, he hadn't touched a textbook for nearly a year.

"I wasn't the best choice."

The excitement on Adelson's face faded, he stared at Harry with a pale face, and suddenly laughed again, making his blue eyes seem to bloom with white daisies.

"It's not about homework, I brought you this." He handed Harry the glass bottle containing the juice in his hand, "I know those rumored memory potions are unreliable, but this one is fine, and It's legal—the juice of memory fruit is, in fact, a drink."

Harry unscrewed the cap and sniffed it, quipping, with a tinge of disbelief, "It smells like apple juice."

"It's apple juice. I heard that apples can help improve memory. Drink it quickly, or it will turn black." Edson urged.

"Well, I'll take this as my reward for answering your questions during this time." Harry smiled and drank it.

Adelson watched Harry drink the bottle of special juice with his own eyes—he didn't even want to hide it anymore, his long-awaited desire was about to come true, with the arrogance of a successful scheme.

"Oh, Harry, how do you feel?" He pretended to reach out his hand, trying to grab the limp Harry, "Is it hot?"

"It's so hot." Harry breathed out hot air, his whole body was so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes, he could only half-close them.

The moment Edson was about to catch Harry, the fruit of his hard work was cut off.

Anger filled Snape's eyes, his cheeks trembled for a moment, and he grabbed Harry's waist, causing the boy to fall obediently into his arms, as if he had done it countless times naturally .

"Fran Edson, who taught you to drug your classmates if you fail to achieve your goals? Such a despicable behavior, Gryffindor will deduct 100 points, I hope to see your review on the school notice board tomorrow , at least 50 inches long, ah—and you have gained the confinement to sweep the stairs, hoping to consume your vigorous energy." Snape said, his eyes were as cold and quenched as vipers with cold-blooded animals. Poisoned, staring in front of this daring bad-breed who shattered all his plans.

Being caught drugged—or by the terrifying old Bat Principal—Fran Edson didn’t have time to think about the fate of Harry who was left behind. He ran away as if he was stepping on lightning. Afraid that if he was too late, he would be expelled from Hogwarts.

Potter was now safely in his arms.Every fiery breath that belonged to Potter stimulated Snape, making him reflect again and again on the absurd idea that he should have such a ridiculous idea - why on earth did he think that without him Harry Potter would be infinite. happiness?

No, without him, this unsuspecting kid will end up in endless trouble, let alone hold the tail of happiness, he can't even take care of himself!

"Severus." Harry murmured his lover's name, arching his head inward uncomfortably from the familiar smell in his breath.

Snape lifted Harry's chin and stared at the flushed, sweaty face. After taking off his obstructive glasses, the face more and more overlapped with the face in his memory.

"What do you want?" He lowered his head, bewitching the prey in his arms.

"You." The rapid passion made Harry unable to think, he could only follow his instinct, calling his lover in a low voice.

Are there other options at a time like this?All he needed was Severus.

The author has something to say:

Congratulations to Harry for sending himself into the small dark room. It is the first time I saw someone who took the initiative to enter the small black room. The day of freedom is far away.