Trouble with hp love at first sight

"No--no!" cried Harry, throwing the hand away and stepping back, staring at Snape with restored, tempered emerald eyes, indescribably bright as Flames flickered in his eyes.

"I don't like killing people. If I can, I don't want to use jinxes or even black magic at all." Harry said with a roar, as if all the suppressed pain during the nearly year-long escape had been vented. come out.

He looked at Snape, "I know it's wrong to fight violence with violence," he licked his dry lips, not only his lips, his throat and vocal cords were hurting, his heart seemed to be tearing , and Snape's behavior completely opened the crack, "But I can't think of any other way, and neither the Order of the Phoenix nor the Aurors have a better way--in the face of the bloody death brought by the Death Eaters Violence, in the face of the three unforgivable curses, there is no other way than to use the same means to resist. The only way is to make your own spells cast faster, and the use of black magic is unavoidable. You can't always use the disarming spell to fight the enemy."

Though Voldemort did die with a simple disarming spell.

"Killing is wrong, no one likes to kill. But I have to because I'm stopping the slaughter, I'm stopping these villains from killing a good person for no reason - just because of that person's blood or his words To suffer like this - it's not right, Severus, no matter how much a person pisses you off, it's not right to kill!" Harry yelled at Snape.

He knew he couldn't wake Snape up, but he wanted Snape to know his determination to fight the Death Eaters.

"I know you're different from them, you're not that bad." He looked into those silent black eyes, his voice became hoarse because he was tearing his vocal cords too much.

"You are a powerful person, Daniel." Snape looked at Harry, "but the opposite is your innocence, which really pleases me," he sneered. If you are not strong yourself, then the only thing waiting for you is to be eaten alive." He looked at this innocent and lovely young man with strange eyes.

He was not weak, and he was able to turn the tide when the Order of the Phoenix was almost overwhelmed. He even almost hit Bellatrix. What kind of person is he? ——Snape found that when he learned more about Daniel, he became more curious, and this unprecedented feeling made him extremely novel.

He has never been curious about a person, whether it is the only friend he once had, or everyone he has come into contact with.

Only Daniel, he is so special.

"No—" Harry closed his eyes, and he couldn't count how many times he had said "no".

He knew that Snape's life was not good. Ever since he entered Hogwarts, the gang of robbers had been looking for trouble for him, and he was so embarrassed and entered such an ambitious college.

He naturally tends to take a path that is contrary to correct values.

He only hated himself for coming too late, if he could meet him earlier, if he could stretch out a hand to him - his strength alone is too small to save others, but a snot He can still help out.

"Can't we go back to the days of brewing potions all day long? To deal with orders from St. Mungo's or Knockturn Alley, you can continue your potion research, maybe one day you will be able to get the title of Potion Master ——At that time, you don't have to go to the battlefield to kill yourself, and you can get everything you want. No one can eat a potions master alive." Harry looked at Snape quietly.He won't let anyone accuse Snape, he wants to protect his hero!

He couldn't have imagined that there would be a day when he would love potions so much that he would use them as a last resort.

He looked at Snape expectantly, then took a step closer to him, and they were so close, he tentatively reached out to touch the back of that hand.

He took his hand.

"You want to be by my side?" Snape looked into the green eyes like a vast lake.

"Yes, let's make the potion together." Harry smiled, not seeing Snape reach out and touch his cheek.

They looked at each other, only seeing each other.

So a kiss happened naturally.

The days were back to the beginning, when Snape took many orders, even those large and simple potions were handed over to Harry to prepare alone, and he couldn't make it every day.

When he finished stirring with difficulty, he could throw away the stirring rod, turn down the flame and let the potion cook slowly until it was finished. He shook his head, stretched his limbs, and sat down on the single bed with exhaustion. He would unbutton the top of his shirt, take a breath after unfastening.

Such a carefree appearance could easily attract the attention of another person in the room - even Snape was still brewing the potion to a critical period.

Harry's own presence already distracted Snape's attention.

And at this time, as long as Snape's business is not at the most critical time, he will stop what he is doing and walk over - oh, he should bring a bottle of energy potion along the way.

But most of the time, what he brought was just the bottle of lubricant. He had brewed many lubricating ointments with different effects, and none of them was the most common potion without additional effects that Harry hoped for. After many times, Harry I just feel like he's getting weirder.

He also seemed to be used to such days, being able to let go of his shame and spread his legs, tolerating himself being manipulated into crying in front of Snape, and even all kinds of strange overly ashamed reactions.

His body also started to look weird.

Even—he couldn't even refuse Snape's exaggerated request, when that hand touched his hair and pressed his head into his crotch.

He knew he shouldn't, but he opened his mouth anyway.

He was as well behaved as a domesticated animal, and Snape was the one holding his collar.

Spring blossoms.

Harry looked out the window dreamily. There was a cluster of golden wildflowers blooming by the river, which looked like a relative of the cosmos.

It's already March, and Snape hasn't been summoned for the whole month, it's just like a dream.

"If only it was like this every day," Harry murmured.

"What are you mumbling about?" Snape came over, still holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand.

They completed a lot of orders this month, which made them suddenly rich, and Snape became generous. He bought Harry so many clothes that he could fit them in the closet, and even secretly read the mail-order magazines. In the column of brooms, the performance of the most popular brooms is compared - he himself is not keen on flying, and the flying talent of the Potter family is well known.

He felt that he cared too much for Daniel, but he didn't want to control the excess. .

"Any orders today?" Harry walked towards Snape.

At this moment, the fireplace suddenly lit up, and Harry immediately took out the Invisibility Cloak from his pocket and put it on.

"My friend, are you free now?" A low-pitched man's voice came from the fireplace, and the tone was elongated as if singing.

The tone of this speech is inexplicably uncomfortable.Harry, who was hiding under the Invisibility Cloak, frowned, and he just stood there motionless.

Snape looked at Harry and saw that he had disappeared - he thought of the Invisibility Cloak that Daniel had.

And James Potter also has such a special invisibility cloak, which is completely different from the shoddy ones on the market. Maybe the old Potter got two pieces, one for James and the other for Daniel. .

"Would like to hear more about it." Snape turned expressionlessly to the fireplace.

I saw the flames in the fireplace bursting up, and then a pale blond man with long hair came out of the fireplace. He was wearing a low-key robe made of gray peacock feathers and held a cane in his hand.

He patted the non-existent ash on his body.

"Severus, your fireplace is so clean. It seems that you often go to St. Mungo's to take orders—tsk tsk, St. Mungo's is very busy these days." No, he casually said that he had a pretty good relationship with Snape, and he actually knew how this lonely pharmacist survived.

"But now you don't have to waste your talents on those boring repetitive orders." Lucius smiled business-like, facing his friend.

"A new mission?" Snape asked softly. There was no joy or anger on his face, but there was enthusiasm bursting out of his black eyes, as if interested.

"Of course - the task ordered by the Dark Lord himself. He is looking for suitable candidates. I think this is tailor-made for you." Lucius raised his cane and tapped Snape's wrist.

"So many pharmacists are staring at this task, but the first thing I thought of was you, my friend." The corner of his mouth curled up.

Of course, Malfoy will not do useless things. He is investing again, investing in a little-known pharmacist, betting on his talent. Once Snape becomes a master of potions, he will make a lot of money, even if Snape Pu's talent is overrated, and he is sure to make money.

Harry's hands were shaking, but he slowed his breathing and stood there like a statue.

Occlumency was working fast, and he knew what he saw.

It was Big Malfoy who was pulling Snape into the dark cave, and he should not have agreed to defend Big Malfoy in court if he had known - damn it, he was too soft-hearted!