[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

"Shhhhhh!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, and then there was a chaotic noise, as if the teachers and students of the whole school were exclaiming loudly for something, the footsteps going up and down the stairs, screams, whistles, roars There was a sound, and Snape and Harry looked at each other in surprise.

"H-what happened?" Harry asked curiously, his hands still soaked in the acid juice from the Mortella's tentacles.

"I don't know." Snape pulled out his wand and walked towards the door.

Someone outside the door seemed to be running towards here, Snape pointed at the door with his wand, and pulled the door open.

"Professor!" Malfoy gasped while holding the door in panic, pointing at the sky indiscriminately, "Fireworks! Professor Umbridge—Potter? What is he doing here?" He saw Harry in the room.

"Potter is tutoring in Potions," Snape said quietly. "What fireworks?"

"Oh..." Malfoy nodded, with a knowing expression, he turned his face and said anxiously to Snape, "I don't know who it is...Professor Umbridge asked all the teachers to deal with- —”

Then a blue firework stick flew down the corridor, spelling out "Umbridge Pig" along the way.

Snape watched the firework stick drift away with a strange expression, and lazily retracted his wand.

"Okay, then I'll - go," he said, turning to Harry, "stay here."

Snape left first, Malfoy stayed behind.

"Ha! Tutorial - Potions?" He sneered at Harry triumphantly. "You're really terrible at it, aren't you?"

Harry ignored him.

Malfoy left soon after, and Harry stared boredly at the closed door.

The twins' pyrotechnics seem to have caused Umbridge a lot of trouble, and Snape has yet to return.

Harry surveyed Snape's office with interest.He used to feel very gloomy when he came in, but now his mentality may have changed. He also felt friendly when looking at this room, and traces of Snape's daily activities could be seen everywhere.

He picked up the quill on the table and played with it for a while, then walked to a glass jar containing a dead eel, bent down to observe the eel's eyes, a silver light flickered on the jar, Harry blinked, suddenly realizing what it was—

His heart was pounding, and he subconsciously glanced at the door.

It would be a long time before Snape came back, if he—

Harry couldn't wait to know more about Snape, he opened the cabinet door with a smirk, brought out the Pensieve and put it on the table, bent down and buried his face in the basin, and entered the cold silver memory.

When Snape came to the stairs, he saw fireworks flying everywhere.Umbridge ran around roaring, waving his wand, trying to silence the fireworks that cursed her, but in vain.Filch the janitor followed her, stooping.

Snape watched as Umbridge cast a Vanishing Charm on a red firework, but instead of disappearing, the firework multiplied and exploded into a new sentence, "Umbridge HAMA ".

"Don't use the Vanishing Charm on them, Filch!" Umbridge shouted to the doorman angrily, as if Filch had cast the spell.

"You're right! Professor Umbridge!" Filch bowed breathlessly, and Snape knew he was a Squib.

Snape saw many of his colleagues standing in the hallway, watching the fireworks go by indifferently, and no one wanted to help Umbridge - and neither did he.

After gloating at the excitement for a while, he was about to go back, and Harry was still—

Snape was startled suddenly, turned around and wanted to go back, but Umbridge saw him at this moment.

"Senior!" she ran over crying, "Senior! Look at these nasty students—help me get rid of them! Help me!"

Snape was in no mood to deal with her now, "Get out of the way."

"You can't go!" Umbridge held him firmly, "They're all bullying me—"

"let go!"

"Senior—"

"Go away!"

It took a while to get rid of Umbridge, and finally he roughly pushed Umbridge aside, ignoring her surprised, horrified expression - to hell with her damned Ministry of Magic!

Snape flew all the way back to the cellar, feeling inexplicably panicked.

The green-eyed boy has been pestering him, saying he likes him, but if he sees the past and knows the unbearable truth——

Will he still like him... definitely not...

Snape found himself greedy for the warmth that Harry brought him, especially the words Harry said with a serious face last time, which made him unconsciously start to look forward to, start to fantasize...and that hug...

Even if it's a dream... please make this dream longer...

I don't expect forever... just... just a little longer... leave later...

"Bang!" Snape slammed open the cellar door.

Harry Potter stood with his back to him at the desk on which stood the Pensieve, the thoughts in which swirled and shimmered coldly.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and stared at him with red eyes.

ended……

wake up.

Harry looked at Snape in front of him with tears in his eyes, trembling unconsciously.

He has been expressionless since he came in, and there is no emotion in his eyes.

"You... don't you have anything to say?"

Harry looked at him almost in despair, half of his heart wanted to pounce on him and bite him fiercely, because he told Voldemort that fatal prophecy, but the other half wanted to kneel down and beg him to forgive - for his father's cruelty to him humiliation.

"say what?"

Snape closed his eyes.It's a fact that he killed Harry's parents, it's a fact that he orphaned Harry from birth...

"You...you like my mother, don't you?"

Harry didn't mistake the eyes that Snape looked at his mother in those memories, tender and affectionate, exactly the same as the eyes that made him miss, even gentler and more loving.

"No...you love her."

That's why you always look at me like that, the tenderness and liking I thought were all self-indulgent...

Harry thought painfully of people saying his eyes were like his mother's, and he'd always been glad to hear that, and now he wished he'd never known... the embarrassing truth.

Snape opened his mouth, but no words came out.

explain!Tell me...you actually like me a little bit...

Not just the shadow of your mother...Harry Potter is standing in front of you...I...I am a real person too!

Harry felt like his heart was being torn apart.

"What right do you have to like her! What right do you have to love her!"

Harry growled like a wounded animal, shoving Snape hard, beating him frantically, his heart breaking into pieces, "You killed her! You killed my parents! "

Snape paled as he let him kick and kick, leaned back, and hit the table, a bowl fell down with a "smack", black liquid splashed on the floor.

Both Snape and Harry stared blankly at the bowl.

Just now, the atmosphere was so peaceful, and there was a vague sweetness in the air—why did everything change suddenly?

Harry looked at the bowl, tears streaming down his face.

A few minutes ago he had been delighted by Snape's occasional displays of concern.

A few minutes ago, he was still thinking about the bright future with Snape.

The bowl was broken, the concoction was spilled, and there was no going back.

"Severus Snape," Harry cried out, slurring his words, "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you—"

His tears were streaming again, and he turned and ran out of the cellar as fast as he could, without looking at Snape again.

Snape stood there blankly with one hand propped on the table, his eyes were dead silent, and his face was expressionless.

After a long time, he slowly squatted down and reached out to pick up the broken bowls on the ground one by one.

His movements were very light, as if he was afraid of shocking something.

Picking up and picking up, he lowered his head and started coughing, which slowly turned into a low whimper.

Severus Snape sat on the ground like a child, buried his face deeply in his knees, and hugged himself tightly with his hands as if afraid of the cold.

There was silence in the cellar.