Trouble with hp love at first sight

"You live with Professor Snape?!"

During the lunch break, Hermione and Harry, who were on the same floor and belonged to the Legal Department, got together again—of course, it was Ron who specially called Hermione over, thinking that he was the only one injured in this world, and asked her Also experienced his mental journey once.

Ron saw Hermione dropping the legal documents in his hands in surprise, and suddenly felt that his confusion this morning was nothing - it was Harry's news that was too horrifying, not him Fear is going to see the old bat every Christmas and raise a glass to wish him happiness.Ron, who was shocked by the picture in his mind again, burst into tears, silently praying that Merlin would let him go.

"Actually, it's not really news. We lived together during the summer vacation." Harry scratched his hair, thinking that he might as well just talk about it all at once, anyway, it wouldn't be a long time to hide it.

Thinking of this, Harry patted his stomach, and at the same time, like a father-son telepathy, his little sweetheart also responded, as if giving him a high-five, which made him painful and happy.

"Did he abuse you?" Ron looked at the flash of pain on his friend's face, and imagined the scene of Snape forcing Harry. The more he thought about it, the more likely it was - so Harry didn't do it voluntarily. Yes, that's exactly - Snape was forcing Harry to hand over his body in the name of tutoring.

Ron, who didn't know what strange novels he had read recently, couldn't stop his imagination.

"No more." Harry patted his stomach with a grin, and removed the Ignore Charm, drawing his friends' attention to that protruding belly that was hard to ignore.

"How long has it been?" Hermione murmured, she knew that wizards could use potions to get pregnant, but counting from the summer vacation, this stomach is not very scientific.

"S, does Professor Snape know?" She couldn't help but wonder.

"Merlin! You guys got together a long time ago, didn't you?" Ron, who had already experienced two comet crashes, suddenly became smarter. He pointed at his friend, looking like a victim who had been deceived The reporter looked like he was accusing a liar, and the two golden beans dragged down, "That's why you stay in St. Mungo's all day and never come back. I'm still so worried about you!"

"Actually, the story is a bit long, but I can guarantee that it was after the therapist gave Severus a critical illness notice." Harry finally realized that his friend had brought such a strong world view to his friend because of his concealment challenge.

"When is the due date?" Hermione asked the point.

At the same time, Ron, who was reduced to the background sound, yelled in disbelief at the top of his voice, "You actually called him Severus! What potion did the old bat give you?"

"On January 1st, I hope you can become her godfather and godmother." Harry smiled very gently, and he looked at his friends expectantly.

"That's great, there's still time to prepare." Hermione laughed happily, and she made an exaggerated expression of relief, "This is my first time being a godmother, let me think about what to prepare—you Did you tell Remus about them?"

"Not yet, I'm afraid they won't accept it." Harry scratched his hair.

"Harry, you must have been tricked!" Ron was still yelling.

"Shut up, you won't be able to be the godfather of Harry's child anymore." Hermione's words made Ron, who had been looking forward to becoming the godfather of his friend's child, completely quiet.

"Godfather, I'm Godfather." Ron pointed to himself, and grinned stupidly, forgetting for a moment that it was not only Harry's child, but also the child of the most terrifying old Slytherin bat.

"I must prepare the best meeting ceremony in history!" He clenched his fists and vowed.

Hermione held her forehead, looking as if she wanted to kick Ron out of the friend list, "Don't pay attention to him——Harry, you should tell Remus and them earlier, they have always cared about you."

"I see." Harry took a deep breath, and he smiled resolutely.

It was time to tell everyone that he was with Severus.

In this way, the tsunami caused by the news that shocked the circle of friends was made public and continued to shake. From autumn to winter, and then Christmas, Harry, who had passed the Auror internship period, was finally free to give their home a good life. Decorate it so it looks like Christmas.

Snape opened his eyes amidst the sound of turning things over, he got up, got off the bed, silently came behind the little bastard who was sitting on the ground looking at a pile of old things, pushed his shoulder to let him move his butt, A soft cushion was tucked under his delicate ass.

"Just some old stuff," Snape said, in a nonchalant tone, adding more wood to the fireplace after waving his wand to show the room temperature, "wasting time on Christmas morning Here, is this your new fun?"

"I want to know what you've been through during the years I've been away." Harry turned his head and gave Snape a smile, his eyes curved behind the glasses, prompting Snape to take off the spectacles, and kissed those clear, deceiving green eyes.

"You can ask me." Snape hugged one of his super-energetic Potters who couldn't sit still and always had something to do for himself.

"I don't need to think—well," Harry just wanted to deny, but suddenly agreed again. He picked up a thick handwritten manuscript, and the paper was as good as new because it was well preserved.

"I thought before that you have such a deep understanding of potions and so much teaching experience, why don't you write a textbook yourself? But I found this."

That's right, this is a handwritten textbook, and it can be seen that it is already very complete.However, the owner who compiled this textbook didn't pay much attention to it, and mixed it with other old things and randomly discarded it in a corner without even planning to publish it.

"You're not satisfied with those maddeningly wrong textbooks, are you?" Harry looked at Snape excitedly, as if he had discovered that Snape had the same idea as him again, which had to make him Severus was so happy he wanted to pounce on him and kiss him.

It has to be said that no matter how many years have passed, Daniel is still the one who wants to speak out when he is happy, and who can't even learn to hide his emotions will always be so energetic.

Snape hooked his lips, hooked his neck, and got a sticky kiss on his cheek, but that was all.A little disappointed, he hugged Harry's shoulders and looked down at the handwritten manuscript stuffed into his arms.

He did have the idea of ​​publishing a textbook, and all this was for——

"This is a gift for your little girl," he said.

Originally, he thought that such a day would never come. With Daniel's disappearance and the day when the child was supposed to come to Hogwarts, but that person did not exist, he realized that he had been completely abandoned. I will never see that nasty Potter again in my life.

But now, with that crooked and fast-moving Potter in his arms, holding on to him wouldn't be the disillusionment of waking up.

"I've changed my mind. It's a good ability to find valuable things among a pile of old things." Snape praised Harry rarely.

Feeling flattered, Harry suddenly understood the meaning of Snape's words, "Are you going to publish it?"

"Why not?" Snape raised his eyebrows. "Is it so difficult for you to bear your sweetheart using textbooks that haven't been updated for decades and are full of mistakes and omissions?"

"But there are some places that I need to refine, and I can check it again." Snape said as he glanced at Harry's belly, which was round and round, and there were only a few days left before the due date.

"Don't you think that children nowadays also need new textbooks?" Harry couldn't help complaining.

"Tsk, the fatherly heart of the Savior, those noisy trolls are responsible for their parents, and I only need to be responsible for this one." Snape said indifferently.

So those Hogwarts students who want to enjoy Snape's painstaking efforts to compile loving textbooks will have to wait a long time.

Harry didn't know if he was jealous or if he should feel sorry for the children, but as Christmas passed for the two of them, on the night when the fireworks exploded on New Year's Eve, his stomach hurt without warning.

Even after experiencing war, death, and countless black magic criss-crossing in mid-air, Snape, who was as stable as Mount Tai in such a tense situation, was in a hurry for a while, holding the screaming Potter in the hallway of St. Mungo's Run all the way.

Then after the New Year’s Eve, in the early morning of January 1st, the crying sound fell on this New Year’s night, like a signal and also a dividing ridge, indicating that all the misfortunes and sorrows are left in the past years, And Severus Snape's life finally got back on track, completely becoming a father and a husband with family responsibilities.

"Emma, ​​Ruby, Alex...these are all good names." Two potions of Restoration and one Potion of Strength, greeted by the rising sun, Harry was able to sit up and think about their baby's name.

"Don't tell me, you haven't figured it out yet." Snape sat aside and peeled an apple for his partner blankly.

If it hadn't been for Harry waking him up to think about the name together, maybe Snape would have been in a faint for a while-who would have known that the bravest double agent would faint when facing his partner giving birth? !

"Ah, I have a good idea." Harry clapped his hands, then wrote all the prepared names on the slip of paper, and picked one out of them muttering.

He unfolded the chosen note, and Snape glanced at it patiently and curiously.

"Rachel, seems to be doing well." In Harry's mind, his little cutie with long black hair like seaweed, cheerful and lively and healthy, must be a Gryffindor.

"Oh." Snape saw what Harry was thinking at a glance.

But it was still a long time, and he had enough patience to teach Harry that he wanted to get everything he wanted, which required a considerable price.

The author has something to say:

Written in a hurry, but no matter what, it's over!

Happy New Year's Eve!