Trouble with hp love at first sight

A.18

Time always passes much faster than expected, just like the golden snitch in front of you, you always think you can catch it, but if you don't pay attention, you swim far away, and you can't catch it.

Unknowingly, all the exams of the school year except the seventh grade were over, and the dinner party at the end of the school year was also held smoothly, although the influence of the fallen Dark Lord and the Death Eaters attacking Hogwarts affected Slytherin for a long time Unpopular, but after Professor Snape returned from his illness, the one-sided status quo has been greatly changed. During this time, Gryffindor had a man who dared to drug the savior. This incident was also reported by Snape Pu ran into it, and Gryffindor's house scores plummeted, and by the end of the school year it was at the bottom!The House Cup was won by Ravenclaw for the first time, and the students of the Eagle House burst into cheers and cheers. When everyone lined up to board the Hogwarts Express the next day, the Lion House and the Snake House at the bottom Courtyard looked at their mouths upturned to the sky, tired and crooked, and there was no joy in any part of their bodies.Only the Badgers are genuinely happy for their old friend.

And Harry, who was locked in the Slytherin cellar, could only know all this through letters and exchanges with his friends. He beat his chest and sighed for the missed Academy Cup, but he couldn't even get out of the cellar door. Don't know where it was put by the old bastard, he couldn't sense the location of his precious wand.Although the old bastard did not prohibit him from communicating with the outside world, he was very suspicious that Snape would open his letters. In short, all his actions were under Snape's surveillance.

What's more--Harry touched his hot and swollen abdomen, with a forced embarrassment on his face, the effect of the potion is still in effect to this day, the only thing he is lucky is that his little baby is not uncomfortable.

Maybe it had something to do with Snape - no, even if the old bastard was always outside at the last minute - whether it was on his back, his face or his stomach, he could just close his eyes and imagine the rush of hot fluid. touch.

It's really not a good experience.

Harry opened his eyes. He looked down at his slightly protruding belly, and then shook his head—did Snape discover his secret?

No, he didn't think the old bastard would be so shameful that even pregnant people were not spared.

"If it had been Severus, he wouldn't have laid hands on me," Harry muttered under his breath, and he couldn't help but think of his lover, how he treated him with so much care, most of the world's soon-to-be fathers Men are probably a little bit alike.

So the old bastard really used him as a stand-in, otherwise he would not have personally relieved his impatience, but instead gave him a bottle of antidote as if he owed him a large sum of Galleons and threw him out. The cellar is gone.

Just when Harry was thinking about whether he would spend the whole summer in the Slytherin dungeon, and at night, the annoying tide overwhelmed him again, until he was so tired that he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he found that he had changed. This place, with the familiar black big bed under him, whether it's the wallpaper, furniture or the dark green curtains, all made his eyes warm with familiarity.

But—it wasn't exactly the same, it lacked a lot of Gryffindor elements than he remembered.

Of course, he was not involved in the past of this timeline, so naturally there would be no traces of his existence in Snape's home.

"I don't quite understand, Professor." Harry frowned, and his eyes met Snape who pushed the door open.

Snape put down the meal for some lazy bastard, and he hummed, a sign to listen.

"It's already a holiday, I mean the confinement is over, I should go back." Harry pursed his lips, his stomach grunted against him, and he had to pick up the bowl of delicious oatmeal with milk Eat it spoon by spoon with nuts.

"Do you have a candidate who can help you alleviate the effects of the medicine? Oh, we all know that the savior's admirers can fill up the Thames, you just have to tickle your fingers, and someone will be willing to dedicate to you." Snape lightly Laughing, half mockingly supervised the bad Potter to eat.

Harry frowned, and soon the bowl of oatmeal was empty. The fruit that came with it was Mediterranean figs. He broke open the purple fruit and took a bite. It was so sweet that he squinted his eyes.

But no matter how satisfied his stomach is, he doesn't want to give the old bastard a bad look, let alone say that about him!

"I don't need anyone else, I just need a potion of antidote, isn't there a cure for this potion?" Harry glared at Snape and snarled him unceremoniously.

The corners of Snape's mouth rose and fell, and he called for Harry's tutoring materials, "Let's read your book, the test starts at seven o'clock every night from today, I hope you won't hand in blank papers." He turned and left after speaking.

It was as if it had been tacitly agreed that Harry would not stay here and study well.

"This old bastard!" Harry gritted his teeth, and he picked up the study material, which was the history of magic that he hated so much and could only be memorized by rote.

Damn old bat, damn only two months of NEWTs left!

The author has something to say:

Happy birthday, professor!I haven't had time to write a congratulatory message, and the number of updated words is very small. I have been away from home for the past two days, so I don't have time to write