[HP]Two Snape

The corridors of Hogwarts are never bright enough.

Snape's walking speed in front didn't slow down because of his injury, but he didn't deliberately speed up either. In the dim light, the corners of Snape's mouth rose imperceptibly.

Harry trotted to chase Snape, only felt that under the dim light, Snape's figure seemed so far away, yet so close in a trance, it seemed that he might not be able to achieve what he wanted if he chased him for a lifetime, and it seemed that as long as he stepped forward and accelerated a few step can catch up.

Snape didn't leave fast at all, Harry soon stood behind Snape without knowing what to say.

As he wished, the silent man stopped.

"I..." Harry opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Snape just stood there quietly, neither speaking nor moving.

Harry had expected Snape to play a long satirical concerto when he was speechless, but to his surprise, Snape said nothing and did nothing.

Harry suddenly didn't know what to do, this...is not their normal way of getting along!I'm really not used to it...

Judging from Snape's height, Harry wrung his fingers and looked bewildered, it was... impossible to get angry with him.

The lights in the corridors of Hogwarts at night were soft, and Harry's eyes frantically dodged left and right. Under the soft light, Harry's thick eyelashes trembled slightly like a small brush, which wiped away the resentment in Snape's heart.

Oh doubt?Misunderstand?

Well, how many times has he been suspected by this mindless troll?

But this time... the opportunity came to him, and he couldn't push it away with his own hands.

Harry wondered desperately what he should say at this moment.

oh!Apologize first?Or...or should I say something else to ease the atmosphere?Will he be angry?Oh, I must have broken his heart... The headmaster said so!What to do? What to do? What to do……

Harry's restless little paws reached out to his head unconsciously.

"Come here." Snape interrupted a troll that was torturing his head.

"Huh?" Harry recovered and looked up.

"..." Snape pursed his lips, his face serious.

"...Oh! Oh! I, I, I'm coming." Harry hastily stepped forward, looking at Snape apprehensively and flatteringly.

Snape glanced resignedly, and held out his left arm. "help."

"Oh." Harry stretched out his hands blankly to half embrace Snape's outstretched left arm.

Only through a thin layer of wizard robes, the left arm could clearly feel the temperature of the boy's body.Snape was torn between whether he should stay in this position and stumble back to the cellar, or...

After struggling for a while, Snape decided to give up the current posture, just kidding, there are still stairs ahead, this body/position... Ah bah, how do you go down the stairs with this posture?

Snape withdrew his hand expressionlessly.

Harry looked up in a panic, uh, wasn't he being too abrupt?Was the pose just now too intimate?Oh, I must be a child who is considered rude!I must have been disgusted!He already knew that Snape didn't like him... He was too impulsive just now, oh, how could he be so thoughtless...

Snape wrapped his left arm around Harry's shoulders, leaned half his body up, his hair brushed briefly against Harry's ears...

It was the first time Snape hated the Dursleys so much!If they took good care of Harry and let the kid grow a little taller, he would be able to hook the kid very naturally...

not now!In this awkward position, Snape almost had to bend down to cooperate with Harry supporting him.

Snape shook his head in frustration, "Let's go."

Harry was a little embarrassed by the heat around his shoulder, and tried hard not to get so close to Snape's body.

But of course Snape would not grant his wish.

The first step in chasing a wife is to let him get used to his closeness and warmth.

Snape pretended to gasp, Harry only heard Snape's suppressed cry of pain, and immediately put his hands on Snape's waist in a panic, hoping to lend some strength to Snape, No more straining with that injured foot.

purpose achieved.

The corners of Snape's lips curled up in a satisfied arc.

Unfortunately, at Harry's height, he couldn't see it.

When going down the stairs, because the height difference between the two of them was too...too tactful, Harry went down the first step, and Snape went down the next step.

While going down the stairs, Harry unconsciously put one arm around Snape's waist and supported him with the other?Or press?Or grab Snape's hand on his shoulder.

Snape decided that tomorrow the house-elf would give the three-headed dog a treat.

The stairs in Hogwarts are rare today, without running wildly, but even so, with Harry's current strength as a first-year student, helping an adult wizard with half of his body weight on him down the stairs is still a challenge. Very laborious.

Snape's left hand was still in Harry's left hand, and Harry was still half-embraced in Snape's arms. Snape felt the heartbeat, breathing, and the rise and fall of the body in his arms, and suddenly He felt that after returning to this time and space for so long, he felt so truly for the first time that his Harry had returned to him.

Harry, Harry, his Harry.

Snape's hands around Harry's shoulders tightened involuntarily.

Harry raised his head in confusion, but met Snape's black eyes, those eyes seemed to be a boundless black ocean, seemingly calm without any waves, but who knew the turbulent emotions hidden deep in the calm , when someone sets off that silent wave, it will be a huge wave.

Harry trembled, he didn't know why he had such a feeling, as if he was deeply immersed in that deep black sea, suffocated, but extremely willing.

There was a trace of sigh in that expression, a trace of satisfaction. Others seemed to be expressionless, but Harry just felt that Snape was looking at him now, not simply looking at a "he", at least he was not looking at a "him". The "he" of Hogwarts first-year students.

"Professor?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Shouldn't you be called "Sev"?

In Snape's trance, in the past, or in the future, the face of the young lover with trust and attachment coincided with the face of the 11-year-old boy.

"Sev?"

In his impatience again and again, the young lover always had a hint of tolerance, a hint of trust, and an absolutely unmistakable love, just like this tone, calling his name, this nickname.

No, at that time... He didn't want to admit it at all. The word "lover" came from the humbleness he felt guilty about later, it was his uneasy wish, and it was his longing for that person in his dream late at night.

You haven't remembered our past, so I can't tell you my guilt and anxiety.

Snape said flatly, "Let's go."

Harry turned his head away and supported Snape to continue walking.

He didn't know why, seeing Snape like that just now, he felt a tremor that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.

What is he longing for?

I don't know, I don't know, he is still looking for the answer, dreaming back late at night, those things that he left out and discarded.

He will definitely get it back.

The two returned to the cellar silently all the way.

Snape's deep voice sounded not far above Harry's ears, and Harry's sensitive ears felt a little hot. Is this telling him the password to enter the office?

Harry thought wildly, but still carefully helped Snape to the sofa.

Oh, the sofa... is the new Parisian one that Lucius sent after the last peace talks.

The cellar doesn't have the cold feeling it had when Harry arrived at the beginning of the semester. Snape made the office very warm. This is his habit. It was a habit in the past, or in the future, after Harry left, but no matter how warm it was. Despite the environment, he still couldn't hide the fact that Harry had left.

It's just that Snape used to look for traces of Harry during those desperate days, even if he pretended that Harry was still by his side.

So, year after year, the warm fireplace became a habit of the youngest Slytherin head in history who was not at all Slytherin.

Now, in the cellar office, there is no third person.

As Snape's current cohabitant, Snape was very interested in going to the Forbidden Forest to look for ingredients for potions. After all, when Draco came to the cellar, Snape also walked away with dignity.

(Snape: Do you want me to watch my godson get molested by another me!!)

Harry found a small stool, moved it to Snape's potion rack, and climbed up, "Professor, what potion should I take?"

"Blood tonic, healing potion." Snape didn't say which bottles it was, but Harry himself took it from two shelves that were three floors apart with a very familiar feeling.

The moment it was taken off, Harry's face appeared confused. Snape saw it, but he didn't say anything. He didn't know the situation about this matter yet, so Harry could only do everything by himself.

With two bottles of medicine in his pocket, Harry hopped up to Snape with one leg hooked on the stool.

Sitting on the ottoman, Harry handed Snape two bottles of medicine.

"Clean the wound," Snape said.

"Ah?" Harry wondered, didn't wizards only need to drink medicine to be cured if they were injured?

However, Snape had an expression on his face that he was your savior and you should hurry up and take care of him, so Harry had no choice but to obey.

"Gauze is flying! Alcohol cotton is flying!" Harry stood up and tried to summon it, but unexpectedly... Snape actually had this Muggle item in his office.

Harry sat down again, carefully picked up Snape's injured foot, took off his shoe, and placed it on his lap.

Three-headed dog, I can only say that as a guard dog... very competent!The teeth are also very sharp.

Snape's black trousers were torn into long strips by the sharp teeth of the three-headed dog, and the black strips were soaked with blood and stuck to the wound.

The slightly dried blood made the process of tearing the cloth strips off the wound very unbearable, Snape gasped, Harry stopped his hands in fright, looked up, and saw Snape looking at him with the same expression as usual. He said, "Go ahead."

It's just that the cold sweat on his forehead made Harry relax his movements even more.

This awkward man...

Harry brought alcohol swabs to disinfect the wound, Harry looked up, "Maybe...it might hurt a little, bear with it."

"Do you think I'm going to cry and call Mommy like a Gryffindor? Don't dawdle." Snape frowned, well, it did hurt.

"Cut... Gryffindor won't cry and call mom..." Harry muttered, but suddenly, his hands froze.

Why are you crying and calling your mother?Harry smiled bitterly. When he knew the word mother, he also knew that when he cried, there would be no mother.

After only a few seconds of pause, Harry threw away the blood-stained alcohol swab and reached for the gauze.

The outstretched hand was held by a big hand.

"Huh?" Harry looked up.

"Harry." I'll be with you, always with you.

There was distress and guilt that Harry couldn't understand in Snape's eyes.

Harry waited for Snape's next words, but in the end, Snape opened his mouth, but still couldn't speak.

"...a little pain, take it easy."

"Hmph, aren't you afraid of pain?" Harry lowered his head, some inexplicable emotions spread in his heart, was he expecting what this person would say?

Why does he have such inexplicable expectations?

Still, it feels good, warm, and...sweet?

Harry tied a somewhat exaggerated bow on the bandaged wound on Snape's leg, in exchange for which Snape curled his lips in disgust.

Under the quiet light, the warm cellar.

Oh, Harry remembered that he should have apologized for doubting Snape before, but now, it seems...it doesn't matter.

Harry grinned and stretched out his hands to straighten the bow. Snape's expression was helpless and pampered.

The best apology for doubt is trust?

That way, it's fine.

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