[HP]Love me one more time

Snape hugged Harry's thin body, his hands felt a little stiff, he carefully laid the boy in his arms flat on the couch, and unconsciously smoothed the black hair on Harry's forehead with his fingers... ...very gently.

He didn't know if Harry was looking at him beside him, Snape just looked at the boy on the sofa silently, and he didn't look away for a long time, his eyes were still so deep that no one could see the slightest extraneousness Emotions, "Harry..." He called out in a low voice, his tone full of indescribable complex meanings.

Snape had no way of determining when Harry would wake up, he thought about it, transformed the sofa into a comfortable and simple bed, covered Harry with a quilt, and went about his business.

Doing a job he was so familiar with that he wouldn't make a mistake even if he closed his eyes, Snape slowly calmed himself down from his somewhat confused thoughts, and occasionally he would unconsciously set his eyes on Harry.Maybe... he needs an oblivious one?

Snape actually didn't know how he should treat Harry. He was Lily's child, his student, and he was only 12 years old.But...he was also Harry, the one who had stood by his side through the war, a truly brave Gryffindor.

He was very afraid... Will he ruin this child?

Somewhat absent-minded, when he finished the work in hand, it was almost midnight, Snape returned to Harry's side again, his brows were deeply wrinkled, and his slender, pale fingertips slid across Harry's still tight Eyes closed, "Potter..." Why?

"Professor..." He whispered in his sleep, even in a coma, Harry was still curled up... That was an insecure posture, and it was also a habit developed at Aunt Petunia's house. The bigger bed, Harry, who was growing up, always curled up in that small old bed, thinking of his parents.

Every year on his birthday, he hides in a corner, blessing himself to the cake painted on the wall.He imagined what his parents looked like, and told himself—to be brave, because Harry believes that his parents must love him, he wants to live well, and one day he can have his own home...one day ...

Clenching and loosening his fingers, Harry frowned in sleepiness, feeling very uneasy.

Snape leaned his body down, watching Harry's eyelashes fluttering, as if he was about to wake up, he subconsciously wanted to raise his wand, but hesitated and still didn't say the familiar spell.

"Professor?" With a weak and stiff voice, Harry opened his eyes and whispered in a dazed voice to Snape who was staring at him in silence.

Seeing Harry's slightly evasive and panicked eyes, Snape narrowed his eyes, and slowly dragged his silky tone, "Potter..." His scrutinizing eyes made Harry look extra uneasy.

"I... what's wrong with me, I'm not at Professor Lockhart's place?" He stammered, his voice was low and dry.

"..." Snape raised his eyebrows, "You...don't remember?"

"What?" Harry rubbed his head, finally couldn't bear Snape's eyes that seemed to see through him, lowered his head, then seemed to feel that he was acting strangely, and finally forced himself to face Snape The black eyes were so empty that no emotion could be seen.

"Huh?" Snape frowned.

"I...I'm going back!" Harry panicked, he didn't care about his weak body, but reluctantly stood up, he even looked at Snape with some pleading, "I'm a little tired..."

"..." Snape moved his hand, but he still didn't stop Harry.Just as Harry was about to walk out of the potions office, he suddenly said, "Potter—"

"...Professor?" Harry stared blankly at a potion bottle flying towards him, and subconsciously caught it with his hands.

"...I don't want to hear that the savior will miss my Potions class tomorrow because of a little physical discomfort." Snape's tone was still cold, with a hint of sarcasm, "Understood?"

"Ah..." Harry lowered his head and quickly rushed out of the potions office.

The door closed automatically, and Harry left the confines of the cellar without a moment's pause.He climbed up those long stairs with messy steps and shortness of breath, and finally leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

"Oh, my God!" Harry was startled by a low exclamation, and he pressed his chest, only to realize that it was Hermione, "Why are you here?" Harry Lowering your voice, with some doubts, "Night tour?"

"..." Hermione gave him a blank look, "You forgot, Ron and Malfoy got into a fight during the day, and Ron asked you to teach Slytherin a lesson at night... I came out to find you." She lowered her voice She complained loudly, "I thought you would stop Ron, that impulsive idiot, but you haven't returned to the dormitory so late, where have you been?" She didn't know that Harry was not there until she met the Weasley twins. Went back after curfew, and Ron had already gone back.

"I'm sorry." Harry leaned against the wall a little weakly, and forced a smile.

"You..." Hermione was taken aback. Under the light of the fire, she saw Harry's face was as white as a piece of paper, without a trace of blood. "What's wrong with you?" She stretched out her hand to hold Harry profit.

"I..." Harry was silent and didn't speak.

Hermione sighed, and she looked at Harry seriously, "You can't just say nothing, Harry... I thought that even if we couldn't help you, we could at least listen to your troubles."

Some stern tone, but sincere words that make people feel warm, Harry's tense body and nerves slowly relaxed, he suddenly hugged Hermione, and put his forehead on her shoulder, "...I'm sorry ."make you worry.

Hermione froze, supporting Harry helplessly, feeling a little uncomfortable, but instead of pushing Harry away, she hugged him back, "What's wrong with you?" She lowered her tone.

"I'm fine..." Harry hugged her tightly before letting go, showing his usual bright smile, "Really, I was just in a bad mood just now."

He forgot that no matter what, he still has friends who are always caring about him, in fact, this...is very good.

"...Okay." Seeing that Harry seemed to be fine, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, then widened her eyes, "Oh, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"Huh?" Harry blinked blankly, and looked at Hermione puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"It looks weird..." Hermione took out a mirror, "Look."

Through the mirror, Harry saw that his eyes were slightly red, which looked a little strange under the light of the fire, "I think it's because I haven't had a good rest recently." He rubbed his eyes indifferently.

"...You really have something on your mind, right?" Hermione looked into his eyes, it seemed that there were really just some red threads, as if he lacked sleep, "Is there really nothing you want to tell us?"

"No." Harry smiled. "I think we should go back before Filch catches us."

"Okay." Hermione nodded in agreement, "It's really late, you..." After a pause, Hermione still didn't ask Harry why he came back so late, but gave him a considerate hug, " Good night, Harry."

"...Good night." Harry felt warm in his heart, but he really didn't know how to talk to Hermione and the others about some things, so he could only keep silent.

Back in the dormitory, Harry lay on the bed blankly, tossing and turning sleeplessly.

The scar on his forehead was aching again. Harry held the potion bottle Snape gave him, stared at the reddish liquid inside, and was stunned for a long time, his mind was full of Snape's gloomy and indifferent words. look -

"You... don't remember?" When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Snape's empty black eyes... What did he not remember?

After drinking that bottle of potion, the scar didn't hurt so much, and the tired Harry fell asleep quickly. He didn't go into the details of how he got from Lockhart's office to the cellar, and those weird dreams lasted all night. haunt him.

Really don't remember?So why not wonder about the fact that you are in the cellar?

Harry knew that he was evading and deceiving himself.

And what about Snape?

Even though he had doubts about Harry, in the end he just let Harry leave without taking any action...

Forget it, use it on a student, even Snape didn't think it was a good idea, or maybe... to Snape, it was Lily's child after all?He didn't want to, and couldn't, hurt that child.

"Harry..."

That night, Harry wasn't by Snape's side, he stood in little Harry's bedroom, silent and speechless.

With Snape's keenness, how could he not have noticed the strangeness in Harry, he let the child leave without making any move.

why?

Snape looked no different from usual, Harry stared at the black robed potions professor silently for a long time, then walked slowly through the wall, following little Harry all the time.

The kid might not have noticed, but Harry saw clearly from the sidelines, and for a moment little Harry looked wrong, but Harry didn't feel it himself, and neither did Hermione...

For this increasingly uncontrolled historical trend, Harry didn't know if it would get worse. He couldn't really stand by and do nothing as Snape said, even if he was just a ghost.

Looking at the sleeping child, Harry smiled slightly—this young and naive little Gryffindor made him feel a little strange, those simple courage and enthusiasm are what he lacks now, And such a child seems more likable, right?

Some things, once lost, can never be found again... such as time.

Thinking of this, Harry's pearly white translucent fingertips slid across little Harry's cheeks, and landed on the lightning-shaped scar. Obviously there was no way to touch it, but a strange feeling was conveyed.

The so-called... boy who survived?

Harry smiled slightly mockingly, his whole body trembling with laughter, and it didn't stop for a long time——

"Son, live well." Leaning down, Harry whispered in his ear, "For..."

Harry had been dreaming all night.

He didn't remember what he dreamed of, but... there was a faint voice, very sad, lingering in his ears all night long.

"Harry..."

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