Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.56

Until he was about to die, he still hadn't waited for that hateful Potter.

That messy-haired youth will never appear again.

His Daniel had already completely abandoned him 16 years ago.Even his limp little girl will never meet again in this life.

"Snape!" Accompanied by the loud yell was the face that was gradually coming towards him, he panted, his black hair was indescribably messy, as if blown by a strong wind, and his wet eyes His emerald green eyes, under the ridiculously round lenses, are as bright as the blazing warm sun.

It has to be said that Harry Potter really looks like his uncle, they have the same face, only the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead allows him to distinguish the two.

but--

"Come here..." Snape exhaled that last breath, as if a hole had been broken, blood was everywhere in his throat and mouth, and it seemed to block his windpipe continuously.

"Look... look at me." Snape looked into those close eyes, and the worried face on his face.

Forget about that scar!Just as he waited until that heartless Potter, cheating himself a little at the last moment.

This way there will be no regrets.

He looked at the face that he was thinking about, and he could feel that his spirit was declining rapidly, and his life was losing especially quickly.

"You have your mother's eyes." After uttering the last sentence, he was relieved.

Have to be relieved.He couldn't tell Potter's brat that he loved another Potter, and meanly looking through his face, his eyes, he saw the one who had deserted him.

He didn't want anyone to know his tragic past. He was deceived by a Potter, his heart was dug out, and he was completely abandoned.His life was so miserable that he became a Potter toy.

So the hidden hatred in his heart brewed an evil thought, staring at this little Potter who was so similar in front of him.

Almost—every time it was always a little bit close, he would reach out to him and point him at him.But he clearly understood that the little Potter boy was innocent, and he was not the one who had cheated him.

So, this is about the end.

Let the world forget him and bury everything about his past.

Maybe one day——Daniel will appear in front of his grave when he has a whim, offer him a bouquet of flowers, say something to him, or tell him that he regrets that his teacher abandoned him, and he will go to the grave again. I can turn back.

No—I still wish him happiness, even if he is with the teacher he misses.

He should be jealous, as a loser.

Suddenly relaxed, as if the power had been pulled out, Snape closed his eyes and lowered his head.

"Snape! Snape!" Harry hugged the fainted man, shaking his body vigorously.

But he got no answer, as if the man would never wake up again.

"No - no, you'll wake up, Snape - I owe you so much," Harry cried, hot tears falling from his eyes.

There is nothing left to lose, even the man who has silently protected him until now—no, he must save him, and exhaust all means.

Harry raised his wand and muttered all the healing spells he knew, stopping the bleeding.

Until Hermione came to take over his actions, "Let's go, the Death Eaters are about to attack Hogwarts. I'm here, and I've sent a message to the treatment team."

"Are you sure you can save him?" Harry stood up, but he didn't leave, but stared at his friend hoping for a promise.

"Trust me, Harry." Hermione looked straight into her friend's eyes, "We will overcome everything."

After a long time, Harry quickly turned his head and ran towards the final battlefield.

It was as if after a long period of stagnation, a sudden beam of light shone into his mind, causing those brain cells that had not been functioning for a long time to start functioning.

His hands began to tremble, followed by rolling under his eyelids - he could clearly feel the movement of a pair of hands on his body, the touch was extremely familiar, as if the same pair of hands had been placed on him many years ago chest.

Could it be that cruel Potter is still back?

Snape opened his eyes, ignoring everything but the hand on his chest and the ring on his ring finger.

Merlin's dream magic!Changmeng didn't wake up until he had an illusion.

"Daniel." His voice was so hoarse that it seemed to be channeled through the wind, and it was inaudible.

But Harry heard it anyway, and he blinked and met those eyes.

Snape noticed the scar on the forehead of this young man who looked exactly like Daniel, "Potter." He gritted his teeth angrily, with a gloomy expression.But his pale face softened his gloominess somewhat.

"Professor, you're awake!" Harry yelled, the corners of his mouth curled up, "I'm going to call the therapist!" He said, throwing the wet towel in his hand into the basin beside him, "Don't move around! "

As he spoke, he rushed out in a hurry, looking extraordinarily reckless.

Snape pursed his lips.The noisy Potter made him touch reality, and he took a deep breath.

Survived.

He actually has to face this cruel world, with a noisy Potter who likes to go his own way and make a lot of troubles for him to wipe his ass.

Snape looked around the ward boredly, and then met the house-elf who was rocking the crib while carefully watching him with bulbous eyes.

The baby in the crib didn't want to sleep at all. Potter's loud voice made her poke her head out curiously. She grabbed the railing beside the bed and stood up, using her wet emerald green almond-shaped Big eyes met Snape's.

Little Alexis grinned and held out her hand to Snape, "Dad."

"Alexis." Snape opened his mouth.

Perhaps in the eyes of the group of single people without children, the children all look the same, but as a father, he can naturally recognize their little girl at a glance.

He blinked hard, and found that it was not an illusion, and potion or other magic was ruled out, and his body was as tired as after a long illness.

So why did he see the daughter in his memory as soon as he opened his eyes, but in the past so many years, she still looks like this, she hasn't grown up at all.Had Potter cast some spell on her?

Snape's mind was blank, and the lack of energy he had woken up for the first time was revealed at this time. He had a headache when he tried to think hard. House elf in a crib.

"Give her to me," Snape ordered coldly.The voice was still hoarse and weak as if squeezed out of a broken pipe.

"No—Mr. Potter asked me to take good care of the little master, and Dobby will do it." Dobby, who had only one nerve in his head, immediately rejected the order.

Even against Snape's cold death ray, it still didn't flinch.

"Dobby is a good elf who works hard, and the little master wants to play without going to sleep—then," Dobby puffed up his chest, and he looked at the little girl who was full of energy and did not feel sleepy, "Dobby will give the little master Let's set off fireworks." It jumped up happily, as if it had found something to excite it.

House elves really like to take care of little wizards by nature. To be precise, they like to play with little wizards. They are equally happy while playing, and they are double happy when they are facing such cute little wizards.

Snape endured the noise from the house-elf, but when he watched the little girl concentrating on watching the elf's firework magic, the way her eyes widened and she danced, she looked so cute, better than Hogwarts. A million times better than the rowdy trolls in .

The corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and then he thought of the hand with the ring and the owner of the hand—the damn Potter kid.

Snape sensed his marriage magic silently, perhaps in response to the suspicion in his heart, now his marriage magic is stronger and stronger than ever before, it is no longer what it has been for more than ten years, if it seems to be absent, it seems that a little force will be detected. disconnect.

Sure enough, that stupid Potter didn't tamper with their marriage contract - the Daniel he knew didn't spend his energy on studying marriage contract magic. , and so confused that it was frightening that he was afraid that he would be abducted by someone.

Perhaps he could look forward to—"Daniel." Snape called to his mate in his mind.

For more than ten years, there has been no response, and even their partner's magic has not been touched.

Sure enough—damn it!Snape's face was gloomy, he was grinding his back teeth secretly, and chanting another name viciously, "Harry Potter!"

Harry, who was consulting a therapist, suddenly got a shock, and he stopped talking as if he was stuck.

"Snape?" Harry asked, confused.

Strange, obviously he heard Snape calling him, but it couldn't be this far - did he come running?

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter!" the therapist called Harry, and it was only after raising the volume for the second time that he regained his senses.

"It's not too late. Let's go see Mr. Snape first. Since he is awake, it means that the toxin has been almost eliminated. Next, we need to give him a full body check." The therapist said gently.

"Okay." Harry nodded.

It just so happened that he also wanted to confirm - obviously he heard Snape's voice just now.

He got a response.

Snape completely relaxed. He put the pillow on his back and leaned on it like this, staring lazily at the little girl playing with the house-elf, seeing her being hugged out of the bed noisily and stepping on the ground , Walk around and feel energetically.

His heart moved, so he read the little girl's name and waved to her.

Like a puppy, Potter's sweetheart ran over deftly, wobbled and threw herself into his arms, with a dazzling and brilliant smile.

"Heartless." Snape pointed his finger at her little nose expressionlessly.

He patted the little girl on the back and waited for Potter to arrive.

So it turned out that the name was wrong, so his call has never been answered.

How can a non-existent person with a fabricated name respond to him?

That's great, Harry Potter, enough to give Gryffindor a million points!There is no sense of punishment for clearing the college points at once, and one hundred points should be deducted every day in installments.