Trouble with hp love at first sight

"I," Harry hesitated for a long time, he opened his mouth to spit out a word under the gaze of those black eyes that insisted on getting an answer, and then fell silent.

Snape uttered a soft question, which was simply urging for an answer.

Harry had no choice but to bite the bullet and continue to answer, his forehead was aching, maybe the dizzy effect brought on by the antipyretics was still continuing, "I heard it from others." He choked out this sentence, his face pale Turning red, he closed his mouth.

No matter how much he said, how wrong he was, he still knew this, and he also knew that he was full of doubts.

Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, Harry decided to push all of this to James. Anyway, Snape would definitely not go to James for verification—they were sworn enemies and had different positions.

Harry thought that the gaze fell on Snape's left arm, which was covered by the sleeve, but he was sure he had seen it yesterday - Snape had gone that way.

He wasn't sure when the old bastard had served the Order of the Phoenix, and if—he wasn't serving Dumbledore now, what would he do?At this moment, Harry's heart was at a loss and accompanied by a void with no place to rest.

"Would I have the honor of knowing the man you're talking about?" Snape asked.

He knows it!

"James Potter," Harry added immediately after his prepared answer, "I don't know him well, really not at all!"

Merlin!If you ask any more questions, he will definitely reveal his secrets!He doesn't know about James!So stop asking!

Snape wasn't surprised that Daniel would know James, after all, this face said everything, but—he was surprised by the young man's resistance to mentioning James, he thought they would have a good relationship .

Oh, of course, the stupid deer mentioned that he was contemptuous after all, from the perspective of the victor, all kinds of embellishments, Snape could completely imagine the scene where the stupid deer was full of passionate boasting, but Daniel didn't show Potter The same contempt and hostility which took him very much by surprise.

Plus he's still wearing summer shorts at Christmas, so is he on a tight budget?What would make a Potter's life miserable?

"Are you a Potter?" Snape turned to confirm another thing, to help him complete the whole hypothesis.

Harry nodded hesitantly, "Well."

It was too late to hide his appearance, so he was now a distant relative of the Potter family, and Snape would not go to James to verify it anyway-how did he know if there was such a distant relative of the Potter family?

He tightened the blanket around him, then moved his nose and sneezed suddenly.

Then he looked at Snape pitifully, and only hoped that he would shut up his inquisitive mouth. His current IQ is absolutely no match for this pervertedly clever young man!

"Is it?" Snape clutched at the word.

Why are you so hesitant about your own surname?And as he saw, Daniel was not doing well, he didn't even have a sweater, standing in front of St. Mungo's steps on a snowy day waiting for someone to come out and ask him if he knew the Potions Master—— He dared not even enter St. Mungo's door, perhaps for fear of being recognized.Assuming he was telling the truth, his relationship with the stupid deer wasn't good, it wasn't good enough to be so bad that he had to hide from Potter.

"That's right, my surname is Potter!" Harry changed his words, and he admitted ruthlessly, "My name is Daniel Potter!"

Snape studied Harry's face and knew he hadn't lied about his last name - and it wouldn't do any good to lie.

He knew what James Potter was doing with people he hated, and Daniel seemed soft and easily bullied.

Snape couldn't help remembering last night, he held that wrist, it was surprisingly slender, he so easily pressed Daniel on the bed, turned him over, and let him take it, the young man's resistance was too weak, He sobbed like a sick kitten.

Daniel cried all night, and at the end his eyes were red, and he fell asleep directly after being tossed.

The taste was unexpectedly perfect, and there is no better word to describe the wonderful process.

Snape's eyes lingered on the imperfect, typical Potter face, then looked down.

"You're looking for the Potions Master?" he asked again, eyeing Harry without letting him go for his pity.

Harry nodded, wrapped his hands in a blanket and curled up on the chair, "Could you pour me a cup of tea?"

Even though his fever subsided, his throat was still smoking!Sure enough, Snape was torturing him - he was treated so poorly!

Snape could only go into the kitchen to help this demanding and difficult Potter boil water, and as a traditional Englishman, his daily stock of tea in his home was the cheapest necessity to ensure basic survival.

Soon, he came back with a pot of hot tea, poured a cup and handed it to Harry.

"It doesn't look like you have any incurable diseases - so it's because of your parents?" Snape continued.

"I don't have parents, I mean they—" Harry took a deep breath, and then stopped, he thought for a moment and was honest, "I'm for my teacher, he's sick." He said vaguely go down.

"Looks like he's been kind to you." Snape stared at Harry.

"Yes, he's for me - he's been protecting me." Harry lowered his head, his fingers stroking the rim of his teacup, then looked up at Snape.

"I would rather be the one who suffers like that."

Snape pursed his lips unhappily, as if something that belonged to him had been stolen again, and he didn't even know who the thief was.

"So can you help me? I'll repay you!" Harry said eagerly, even tugging on Snape's cuff.

"But I'm not a master of potions." Snape said indifferently, and he looked at Harry again. "Does James Potter think that I will become a master of potions so soon? Tsk, I can't think of him How dare you look at me so highly."

Harry's hands were stiff, he smiled and met the scrutinizing eyes, he scratched his head to find an excuse, "I believe you will become a master of potions, that day will not be far away, you have this talent !"

Unfortunately, this guy is not a master of potions!He wouldn't make Snape angry, would he?

Harry glanced at Snape again. He had fought Snape for years. He didn't think the expression was angry, but it was almost the same.

Harry was grimacing, and now he felt that the dry spots between his buttocks made him feel particularly uncomfortable, and he was sweating last night - it was all Snape's fault!Why did he treat Snape so carefully?

With that in mind, Harry stared at the culprit of all this.

"What's the matter with you?" Snape frowned, thinking about his suspended research, now that he had figured out Daniel's purpose, and whether he had a bad relationship with that stupid deer still needed to be determined.

If they were planning to break into his home to get intel it was doomed, there was nothing in the house.

"I want to take a shower," whispered Harry, taking a sip of his hot tea.

Snape looked at Harry, and suddenly he also remembered that last night, it really needed to be cleaned up.

"I see." With a sullen face, he moved the research in his mind aside first, and he held out his hand towards Harry.

"Huh?" Harry looked at the hand in confusion.

"Come here." Snape said blankly.

Then he pulled Harry up, wrapped his arms around his waist like a blanket, and headed for the stairs with the big, warm thing in his arms.

Not just a shower - it's easy to do!