Trouble with hp love at first sight

C.8

Harry took a deep breath.

"Maybe it would be better for you not to think of yourself as Daniel." His little girl's words echoed in his mind before he left.

"But I'm Daniel." Harry said to himself gloomily, "Will catering to Snape and deceiving ourselves improve our relationship?"

He thought about his little girl's words again, "You have been together for a long time. If you change without authorization, Dad will not adapt, and you will be so conflicted that you can't find a correct way to treat Dad. So why can't you just go back to the past Woolen cloth?"

Harry slumped, maybe his little girl was right and he should get back to his old self, maybe then Severus wouldn't think his mind was broken.

He figured it out a bit, and then pulled himself together and took the therapist's suggested recipe left by Alexis and went to the kitchen—at least this kitchen was familiar to him.

So sure enough, he just needs to get Severus done - it shouldn't be too difficult.

"Why are you still here?" Snape noticed the aroma wafting from the kitchen when he went downstairs. He didn't find Alexis upstairs, and his little girl wasn't downstairs either.

He stared impassively at the Potter hurrying towards him in his ridiculous pink floral apron.

"So you decided to stay here and not leave—just to satisfy your little bit of guilt?"

"No." Harry wiped his hands on the apron. He looked at Snape, and found that his face had finally turned a little bloody after the rest.

"Alexis is back in the U.S. She was in a hurry to ask for leave, and she has to go back to make up classes, and the final exam is coming soon. So I stayed—someone has to take care of you. I will take you to St. Mungo's for an inspection tomorrow."

"I don't need your care." Snape snorted and sneered at Potter who couldn't even take care of himself.

"If you really want to do something to repay me, then please leave, I don't need you here." He said again that he didn't need it.

He wasn't used to being so straightforward, but against Gryffindor, he could only hit a straight ball, making Potter, who used to pretend to be confused, understand that his delusions shouldn't exist at all.

So get out of here!Snape looked at the face that was so familiar that every time he saw it, it made his heart ache so numb. He was so disgusted that he had to look at this face and protect him.

Fortunately, finally, his protection can end.

everything is over.

Daniel didn't come back, but he survived.

This meant that it was time for him to forget about the cruel man who abandoned him mercilessly.

"Professor, aren't you hungry?" Harry asked suddenly. He took off the apron on his body, revealing the shirt and casual jeans he was wearing. On top of that, he turned around and saw the round butt wrapped in the skinny jeans.

"I cooked. Alexis told me something before leaving. If you are interested, you can listen to me while eating." He went to the dining table to open a chair for Snapela.

Snape had to force himself to look away - he was staring at the famous lightning scar on Harry's forehead instead - which would remind him that the boy was not Daniel, despite their resemblance.

Even the clothes reminded him of the Muggle coffee shop he went to in search of Daniel, the charming boy he saw wearing a dark green apron, and under the apron was Potter's outfit now Almost, the narrow waist drawn by the belt and the ass that attracted him to touch.

The sunlight hit his face through the glass window, and the soft contours of his face seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light. At that time, he wanted to pull his Potter out of the Muggle territory-but he didn't, he just Sitting there admiring his Daniel's busy happiness, and waiting until the coffee was changed to the third cup and cold, and finally he waited until his Daniel finished all the chores and walked towards him, putting his hand in his hand.

It was his only person, at least for that moment.

Snape sat down, facing the mixed vegetable soup Harry had made, the freshly baked bread brushed with garlic sauce, and a pan-fried fish steak. Potter also poured him a cup of lemon black tea thoughtfully.

"Tell me what she told you."

Harry was relieved to see Snape pick up the spoon and start to drink the soup, and he scratched his hair to push back the irritable and messy hair.

"She told me about Daniel."

Snape put down the spoon, he picked up the glass, put it back before it was in his mouth.

He laughed at himself, "I knew it."

"So I'm so similar to Daniel?" Harry suddenly had a very bold idea, his fingers were trembling for this idea, and the hairs on his whole body were trembling with excitement.

He couldn't help raising his head and staring at Snape closely, not wanting to miss any frame of micro-expression of the old bastard with the strictest expression management.

"If I cover up the scar on my forehead..."

"Potter!" Snape snapped, interrupting Harry, his expression more severe than ever.

It was his honor to have touched his back scales - the back scales of one of Slytherin's most venomous and most dormant snakes, and Harry wanted to toast his genius.

"Looks like we're really alike." Harry smiled, reminding him, "Professor, you're going to be cold if you don't drink soup—maybe you want me to tell Alexis about your skipping meals, poor The little girl is busy making up lessons and worrying about her father's appetite."

Snape glared at the Potter who dared to threaten him, and he picked up the spoon - damn it, Potter's words really hit his soft spot.

He could only lower his head and continue eating these foods, even if they tasted more than just edible.

Harry was disappointed that Snape hadn't tasted his craft, but he thought it had been 16 years and Severus could still remember what he looked like - thanks to him being 11 years old, since he entered Hogwarts. Isn't it reminded of Snape Daniel's departure every day from now on?

This is really - "Professor," Harry said suddenly, noticing that Snape's hand had stopped.

"Isn't your lack of upbringing a reason to force others to cater to you, or is it because you think your savior halo is so useful?" Snape glanced coldly at the boy who made noise at every turn, and took a piece of warm bread into his noisy mouth.

"Then keep your idle mouth busy."

Harry took the bread out of his mouth. He looked down at the bread in his hands with a smile, and then carefully stuffed it into his mouth again, chewing it carefully, as if it was a top-notch delicacy.

He remembered that day when Severus invited him to eat Muggle French food, he didn't feel it at the time, because he was in the most brilliant moment of the fireworks, but now thinking about it, every second was extremely brilliant - it was his treasure.

And now, even though his Severus didn't recognize him, he was still happy.

Being with his lover, even if he is denied, ridiculed, and blamed-the joy is still irrepressible, just breathing the same air, he is extremely happy.

Snape dealt with the meal hastily, holding the teacup in his hand, he was finally willing to give Harry a hand, "You can say it."

"I've been meaning to ask—did you see Daniel through my eyes, or through this face?" Harry took a deep breath, although the question seemed meaningless to him.

He was Daniel, so whoever Severus was looking at was him.

But now Severus doesn't know - so that means, he can act like he doesn't know it either.Then he could get to Severus through Daniel.

He is mean and cunning!Gryffindor should add a hundred points!Harry seemed to wag his thick, fluffy fox tail behind him excitedly.

"Since you know everything, then you shouldn't have this question." Snape sneered, "That's right." He was full of pleasure, hatred for Daniel, and relief that he could finally let go.

He looked deeply at that face, and that pair of pure emerald green eyes that seemed to be the purest gemstones, "The blood inheritance of the Potter family is really amazing." It was this face that always reminded him of being played with. past.

A Potter who ruined his school days, a Potter who played with his heart.Sure enough, he was born to be hostile to Potter.

"If you find it difficult to let go, just think of me as Daniel." Harry watched Snape, his scalp tightening with excitement at his audacity, and he licked his parched lips.

"You don't have to repudiate this behavior - just take it from me - or that Potter owes you."