[HP]Two Snape

Snape unceremoniously asked Karkaroff why he was impersonating him - though he didn't know where Karkaroff got his hair, or Snape's.

But that's not important. What's important is that the purpose of this idiot's doing this is to test his position——damn it, what did he forget that night?

Using Remembrance, Snape knew that what happened that day had nothing to do with Karkaroff, so he gave him a warning and let him go.

Thinking back again, what happened around that day, is there anything unusual...?

etc!Draco, he would go to the Muggle world... Isn't that unusual enough given the disdain Malfoys have for Muggles?

It is said that he went with that brat Potter?

Snape decided to ask his roommate.

"I said..." Snape was shocked by what he saw! "You..." As, uh, how should I put it, it seems weird anyway, well, this is what Snape is feeling at the moment - anyone who sees himself 20 years ago with his students Dancing - there will be such a complex and delicate mood.

"Why should I dance..." Snape murmured in disbelief.

"What do you want to say?" Snape hid his embarrassment, oh, his medicine still has an hour left... Really, why bother him!

"Potter..." Snape hesitated, and at the moment his brain was... well, he couldn't take it. "What happened the day you took Draco to the Muggle world?"

! ! !Harry felt a chill behind his back, and he said haha, "What happened... I just went out to play for a while, what's the matter!"

damn it!How could he have forgotten about Draco?

"It's nothing." Snape looked at Harry suspiciously, "It's just a little strange, why did you go to the Muggle world."

"I, we... well, can't use magic, but the Muggle world just... doesn't need magic." Harry tried to calm down, trying to answer Snape's question at a normal speed.

"Really?" Snape was even more suspicious, he subconsciously wanted to use Legilimency, but was blocked by Snape.

"What are you doing?" Snape was a little annoyed, who allowed him to do this.

"It's curfew, Potter, you should go back." Snape gave the eviction order bluntly.

"...Okay." Harry replied anxiously, just about to leave, he ran back quickly, hugged Snape, who was now about the same height as him, and quickly pecked Snape's lips guiltily, "I like it." You, Sev."

"..." Snape was stunned, but his expression was still very calm, "Oh, I see."

"Then... good night." Harry hurried away, for some reason, he had an ominous premonition.

The door to the potions office closed.

Snape pulled a chair and sat down in front of Snape, "I thought I'd talk to you about Draco and Potter's day trip in the Muggle world."

"What?" Snape frowned, "Why don't I know."

"Strangely, I have no recollection of that either. If Draco hadn't informed me where he was going the day before." Snape said seriously, "maybe our situation is similar...to cut to the chase, I think I Lost the memory of a night."

"You mean, the Oblivion Curse?" Lockhart's exaggerated smile appeared in Snape's mind.

"Maybe," Snape speculated, "someone didn't want us to be reminded of that night."

"Then who do you think will know what happened that night?" Snape followed his train of thought.

"Lucius and Narcissa were going to a dinner that day..." Snape recalled.

"Harry from..." Snape also tried to recall from the night before.

etc!Someone must know!

"Blake!"

"Blake!"

Snape and Snape spoke in unison.

Snape reluctantly went to Gryffindor Tower - the lion's den was not to find Harry, but to the stupid dog!

Snape wondered.

"Why are you here?" Sirius was cleaning up the stinky socks he had replaced - but failed, he tore the socks, damn it, this was his last replacement pair of socks!

Seeing his old enemy at this moment made him very upset.

"You think I want to come?" Snape's tone was bad, and suddenly, he had a plan, "I'm not for you, I just don't want anything to happen to Dumbledore's golden boy."

"What? What's wrong with Harry?" Sirius asked nervously.

"I thought you knew... just like you always claimed to be a competent godfather, Harry and Draco went to the Muggle world-don't you know what they went to do?!" Snape asked rhetorically tone of voice. "Look what Potter has done!"

"Hey! Speak clearly!" Sirius complained, "Didn't it mean that Harry was too drunk and you picked him up? He's still a child, so can't you be more tolerant to him? Damn it, don't you blame me And forgot to settle the score with you - you fucking let Harry sleep on the floor! Luckily the kid didn't catch a cold... oh, you crafty, vicious snot, you must be trying to keep Harry from Quidditch with a cold! That's how Slytherin wins! So cunning!"

What?He picked up a drunk Harry?Snape felt a white haze in his head, and sporadic images emerged, but they were quickly scattered again, and he couldn't even grasp them.

"I didn't let him sleep on the floor." Snape retorted subconsciously, no matter what, he couldn't do that to Harry.

"Who would believe you!" Sirius looked at Snape with disgust, "By the way, take your pajamas away, it's really an eyesore for your clothes to appear in Harry's wardrobe!"

pajamas?His missing pajamas?

Snape frowned, as if he had deduced something... The memories in his brain seemed to be locked in a box, but now they seemed to be attracted by a magnet, and they were scrambling to get out!

Snape stopped arguing with Sirius and took back his missing pajamas.

Pajamas, what size?

Harry, have you had too much to drink?

The next day, I was dizzy...

Myself, amnesia? !

Snape raised his wand uncertainly, pointed it at his head, and desperately thought about what happened at that time... His head hurts... But it was all worth it. Consciously pulling memory seems to be the best way to cure the Forgetting Curse .

After a while, Snape sat on the sofa profusely with sweat, smiling wryly.He seemed to understand that guy's feelings - oh, but of course that doesn't mean he won't punish this guy... Really, stupid Gryffindor.

Snape shook the pajamas in his hands, folded them in half, and folded them.

If anyone was there, he would be surprised to find that the most terrifying professor in the legends, the old bat of Slytherin, could smile so softly.

Christmas ball.

Harry Potter brought a breaking news to Hogwarts, or the entire wizarding world-Harry Potter likes boys!And he even took this strange--Rita Skeeter could not even find out the slightest bit about the child's life--boy, as a partner, to dance the opening dance for the ball!

The two cooperate very well!

Like the same sex is not a big deal in the magic world - this means that people will not be discriminated against, but in the end, the combination of golden boy and jade girl is more acceptable to the public.

Sirius felt even more thunderstruck, oh no, the Harry in his fantasy brought a soft and cute girl, and the two of them shyly and shyly admitted their relationship in front of him—asked for his blessing—and then he would soon hug him Going to grandson (teaching grandson?) - well, his mentality shouldn't be so vicissitudes, but!

The point is why his Harry fell in love with a boy who was not soft at all!

Why on earth is this!The picture he imagined of his godson being greeted by a gentle and pleasant girl - shattered.

Sirius didn't dislike Harry's sexual orientation, after all, he had a relationship with Remus—it's just that it was different from his original idea, he had a psychological gap, and what made him even more depressed was that the boy Harry liked, he Hadn't heard anything about the - God, he didn't even know the boy's name!

It can't be blamed on Sirius for not recognizing it. In fact, Snape, who had specially used the glory potion, trimmed his hair, and changed into a formal slim wizard robe and gown, was far from his original gloomy and scruffy boy image.

To the surprise of the public, the lover brought out publicly by the savior disappeared after that night.

It's like a certain fairy tale. After twelve o'clock, the heroine ran away and disappeared...

Snape felt a chill.

Later things look like this:

After the smirking Harry finished the opening dance with the young version of Snape, Snape took Harry's hand and left.

Snape led Harry to the carriage parked in the courtyard, and after he got Harry inside, he slammed the carriage door shut.

"What, what's the matter?" Harry couldn't help thinking of what he had seen, what those seniors and sisters did in these closed carriages, and his face turned red all of a sudden.

"I think...you should explain this." Snape took out his neatly folded pajamas from his arms.

"This..." Harry looked at Snape in bewilderment.

"Huh?" Snape snorted.

"You dare to use forgetfulness on the professor...you are quite courageous." Snape said in a grim tone, "Tell me, how many points should I deduct from Gryffindor?"

"...can you not buckle it?" Harry smiled flatteringly.

"Give me a reason, convince me, and I won't buckle it." Snape raised his eyebrows.

"..." Harry looked away from Snape in embarrassment, took a deep breath, as if he had made some terrible decision, pulled Snape's collar with all his might, and kissed him viciously.

He asked vaguely: "Is this reason okay?"

Snape turned against the guest and deepened the kiss, until the two of them were about to miss each other, and then restrained and embarrassed to push each other away, both of them gasped for breath.

The temperature inside the carriage was clearly higher than the temperature outside, and soon the windows were covered with water mist, covering the entire transparent glass with whiteness.

All of a sudden, it seemed that the space here was isolated, and they were left with only each other.

The tight and small space gives people a special sense of security.

"Can you, Professor Snape." Harry looked at Snape provocatively.

"Well, it's not specific enough. For this reason, I think I should teach you how to embellish your reason with more convincing cases, Potter." Snape said seriously.

"Then you teach me, Professor." Harry offered to wrap his arms around Snape's neck.

"My pleasure." Gentleman Snape smiled, then bent down...

When the two separated again, it was unknown how long had passed.

It seemed to be quiet outside too.

"Should we go back?" Harry was a little worried, "Go back too late, and points will be deducted if caught..."

Snape sneered, "I don't know, you still care about deducting points for night tours?"

"Hey! Don't act like I don't have a sense of collective honor! I'm a Gryffindor!"

Snape curled his lips in disdain, "Wait a little longer." He changed to a more comfortable position and lay down, and also pulled Harry down.

"Wait until the effect of the medicine wears off - you were brought out by the professor, no night excursions, no points deducted, is that okay, Mr. Potter?"

"I still like it when you call me Harry..." Harry muttered as he lay down.

"Maybe we should talk about it, why, you used to forget about me...I didn't treat you badly that night, do you know how many times you got drunk and went crazy!"

"I..." Harry turned his head awkwardly, "I thought you hated me."

"Speaking of which..." Snape narrowed his eyes dangerously, "At the beginning, I was almost successful in resisting the influence of that curse, but you dared to walk away by yourself—"

"What spell?" Harry wondered.

"That damned curse that made me hate you—" Snape looked at Harry viciously, "yes, it was that night, what did you ask me..." Do I love you?" I feel something is wrong...I mean, I don't know why I can't help but want to get close to you even though I hate you...No, that's not what I mean...I mean..."

Harry looked at the man in front of him who was angry and wanted to explain, but suddenly his mouth was clumsy. He laughed. He knew what he was going to say. There seemed to be some warm liquid in his eye sockets that wrapped his eyeballs. He blinked vigorously. He blinked—nothing should stop him from taking a good look at the guy's anxious expression for him—he wanted to watch, and wanted to keep this scene in front of him forever.

"I know." Harry stopped Snape, raised his hand to wipe off the warm liquid that blocked his vision just now, "You just want to say..."

"I mean, even that disgusting, boring, goddamned spell - I was - well, once - I was in love with you by then, Harry." Snape insisted. The words must be spoken by himself.

"Well, you mean, if I hadn't left in such a hurry, we would have been the couple to break that spell?" Harry sniffed, laughing through his tears.

"Of course. You impatient Gryffindor!" Snape mocked.

"Blame me?" Harry complained.

"Of course." Snape took it for granted.

"Then do I still have to kneel down and beg you to forgive me, Professor?" Harry rolled his eyes, really wondering who was tortured and tortured in those ten years.

"That's not necessary." Snape turned away Harry's face, and the two looked at each other. "Say it again, ask me again, Harry." There was a hint of pleading in Snape's eyes.

He needed that sentence before they could get back to where they were.

"Which word?" Harry didn't understand.

"You know, you must know." Snape didn't tell him, but emphasized over and over that Harry knew.

When the effect of the medicine expired, Snape's body elongated and returned to its original age and appearance.

Harry stared into Snape's eyes, he had looked at these eyes so closely before, he had looked at these eyes and asked——

"Do you love me, Sev?"

"Yes."

This time, not toolate.

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