[HP] Illusion

When Harry came back to his senses, he realized that he and Snape were standing in a very familiar place.

The sun is shining outside the house, through the balcony and clear windows on the second floor, illuminating the open multifunctional hall, the fine dust is flying under the light, and the books on the bookshelves on the wall are not neatly arranged The ancient books and manuscripts under key protection bring out a simple and elegant atmosphere, and the air reveals a kind of gentle tranquility.

This was his and Snape's home.

The next moment, he was placed on the large and soft fabric sofa, and even Snape, who was wrapped around his neck by him, was pulled down.

Snape adjusted his posture so that he would not put all his weight on the man below him.

"Why...how are we here?" Maybe it was because of Snape's presence, although the sadness didn't dissipate completely, it allowed him to focus all his attention on this person, "We just now is not at……"

--How is this going?

Harry didn't dare to think about what happened just now, it would cause him some kind of invisible pressure, it seemed that as long as he looked back, the feeling of suffocation would be overwhelming on his chest just like the previous period.

Harry was trembling unconsciously, aware of this, Snape helped him up a little.

"Don't be afraid..."

Snape's deep, violin-like voice suddenly reached his ears. Harry stared blankly at his own reflection in Snape's deep, pitch-black eyes, and suddenly kissed the close one hungrily. The lips that were close at hand were not so much kisses as nibbling, biting, entanglement and teasing of lips and tongue, fusion of panting and breathing, he even inhaled a trace of salty taste.

The breathing of the two of them was not so smooth. Harry slumped on the sofa, but those emerald green eyes were fixed on Snape, not willing to move away for a second.

"I said, no one will separate us, except yourself."

Harry was stunned, his expression looked quite blank, "You said that just now, but..." He hadn't found him before.

No, that's not the case.He always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, but that suffocating feeling was like a shackle that shackled him fiercely. Whenever he wanted to concentrate, this feeling would be infinitely magnified, making him Retracted to a relatively safe zone.At some point, he finally felt a burst of external force that could relax him, and he kept grabbing this invisible force...

Harry suddenly realized that it wasn't that he couldn't find Snape, but that he hadn't tried to find Snape at all.

"I've been standing behind you before, and I called your name to make you turn around," Snape wasn't complaining, but telling the truth, at first he couldn't calm down because of that feeling, but This person in his arms was the reason why he had to calm down.

Harry was stunned, and then said in a voice as low as a gnat, "I didn't hear it."

Snape's hands rubbed the boy's soft ears. The feeling of skin-to-skin contact made Harry feel a kind of closeness to the bone, and he even took the initiative to send himself to the man.

Harry lowered his eyes and murmured something. Snape didn't need to listen, but he knew that this man had been thinking: I didn't want to leave you...

Snape lifted Harry's chin and said sharply, "Do you know where this is?"

"Our home." It had been like this since a long time ago, when Snape was a ten-year-old pudgy.

Unable to complain about Harry's brain activity, Snape continued to take the initiative in his own hands: "I'm glad you still remember."

Harry looked at Snape inexplicably, "Then?"

"In the future...we will live here too, or you want to buy another house in Godric's Hollow."

"...I have no objection to this." Anyway, they are not short of money.

But... what does this have to do with the previous matter?

"You bought a house here. I have known you since I was ten...no, three years old. In my life, you are an unreal person, even if you die and rebirth, and then Restoring memory, no matter how incredible it is, will not be wiped out in an instant."

Harry looked at Snape silently, even breathing carefully.

"During this period of time, I also feel the pressure you felt," Snape's hand gently stroked Harry's cheek, "I said before, I finally figured out what made you stay With such side effects...

"Even though Helena told you that you are already a person of this world, you never believed it. You may not even be aware of this.

"The tragic ending of that world made you constantly complain about your own incompetence. You were immersed in such emotions without knowing it. You never told anyone about your feelings. You faced life as if nothing had happened, but such haze But it starts to corrode your life and make you terminally ill.

"Later when you came to this world, you found that you couldn't change everything. You were consuming your body. In the end, you would rather die here, because in this way, you don't need to face all the pain..."

"It's not like that—" Harry said angrily, grabbing Snape's collar suddenly.

"Indeed, you on Halloween are just not afraid of death." Snape took Harry's hand instead, and he took Harry's hand off his collar without much effort. He held the boy's hand tightly, hoping to give him the greatest strength. He knew that only he could make this man relax.

"You never feel that this world is real, even if we kill Voldemort, kill Peter, and win the final victory...you never feel that this world is real.

"You don't believe that we have really won. You regard this world as your mission. You regard killing Voldemort as your goal. You try your best to complete it. You hope that you will not leave any regrets, but You never believed that this world existed."

Harry's breathing seemed to be still, and warm liquid gushed out of its eye sockets.

Snape's voice became lower and hoarse: "When everything is done, you can't find your goal. Everything here can make you happy and gratified, but you subconsciously think it's not true. Here are some How beautiful it is, how happy it is here, will only make your subconscious more painful...

"You couldn't feel happy in your previous life, which made you unable to use the Patronus. In your previous life, you couldn't stand up because of your physical weakness. You still couldn't fit in between Weasley and Granger. Even your godfather, Black, No matter how well they treat you, you always treat them carefully... because you think this is not a real world, and you have sealed all of these things yourself."

Harry felt his throat go dry, and his mouth moved, but no sound came out.

"This world has accepted you, but you have not integrated in."

"I……"

"Listen to me." Snape's eyes were red and his voice was choked up. "This is the shackles you have put on yourself in your previous life. You can't get out of this predicament, which makes you feel this way."

"You feel you need me because..." Snape kissed the back of Harry's hand softly, soothingly, like a gentle spring breeze, "I am bound to your soul, and only I can Let you feel that this world is real. I am very glad that I made such a decision at the beginning, I want to tie you by my side forever, and never disappear suddenly..." At the beginning, it was just a very naive The idea has now once again become their life-saving straw.

Harry closed his eyes and murmured, "I'm sick—"

"You are indeed sick," they have said countless times, but until now, they have never really taken it seriously, "and now we finally know the reason for your illness."

"...Can I get better?" Various tragic images flashed through Harry's mind, and suddenly he froze on the image of Snape dying bloody in the Shrieking Shack. Then, a strong, healthy, The real Snape drove the terrible picture out of his mind.

"Trust me," Snape kissed Harry's lips, "but first, you have to trust the world."

"I……"

"Everything here is real, the people here, the things here, your memories of 15 years in this world have not disappeared, try to call them out, instead of pressing the memories of your previous life, down to the bottom..."

Harry didn't open his eyes.

Does he really... not believe the world is real?

He tried to face up to the most straightforward feelings in his heart—this was perhaps the first time he had done so after the war.

Harry carefully went over Snape's words with the memory here, and then he had to admit that Snape was right.

Just like what Snape said, everything here is so beautiful now, it's so unbelievable here, and even his resurrection doesn't seem like everything that could happen in reality.Before he went back to 20 years ago, he hoped to change the world, but history returned to the established track again and again.The final result made him even more desperate, because all his efforts were in vain...

"You and I..." Snape kissed Harry's cheek, lingering down to his neck, "We live and die together, I am the only reality you feel in this world, then start with me, you have to Begin to believe that the world is real."

It's easy to say, but it may be harder than you think.

In fact, Snape wished that Harry was the only one in the world, but he couldn't be so selfish.

He was desperate to keep Harry, not to let him live in a world he thought he had made up, but to keep this man alive with him.

Harry stared blankly at Snape. He looked at Snape's mouth and said, "I believe you can do it."

The author has something to say: ...Finally wrote this stalk, it is not unfinished (⊙_⊙)

Thank you Xiaomeng Wuying Xiaoruan for the grenade, and thank you Xiaomengwu Lazy for the responsibility of the mine