The Mortal

the second time. ' Snape urged him impatiently.

"……Oh."

Harry was undressing almost in a daze, and the topic he wanted to talk about was temporarily ruthlessly abandoned.Even though his mind knew the facts clearly had nothing to do with his wandering thoughts, he just couldn't help it - damn it, couldn't think anymore - and what brought him back was a sudden tingling pain in his back.

"You have to make it clear from the beginning to the end." Snape frowned and carefully inspected the nearly three-inch long wound, fingers pressed lightly on the edge, and the warm breath hit the boy's smooth back, causing a shiver - but He thought it was the pain. "Including whatever Miss Granger knows and doesn't know," he said emphatically.

Harry let out a deep breath, there was no escape, he thought.Then he just sat down on the rug so Snape wouldn't have to stand up to work on his new subject.

"The thing about Corim Town," he said slowly, pausing for a moment to collect his words, but Snape didn't bother him. "The girl I mentioned, Teresa, she was with the dark wizard. When I picked her up to leave, she stabbed me in the back."

He felt his fingers stop near the wound.

"I later learned about her situation. Her parents died early, and then she followed his uncle all the time - that's my mission goal, because she was born with a talent for cursing - yes, she is a wizard." Harry leaned back At one point, Snape's calf was touched by his side. "Maybe due to age, she can't control much of this ability, so my injury is not a big problem, it is not poisonous, it does not bleed, it just won't heal." He said it lightly, what he didn't say was The girl was taught to be naive and almost cruel - in this position, as long as he was a little slower to react, the dagger would have pierced his heart.

gentlemen.She pointed in the direction of the town in the distance, where thick smoke began to billow.You shouldn't believe me.

Harry didn't know how to react. Teresa didn't seem to intend to attack further, she just stood two steps away from him, with a kind of guard and daze that shouldn't belong to a child - it seemed that she just wanted to be able to get out of his arms.

Uncle taught me this.She continued, you are an adult, you shouldn't be so irrational.Although I didn't like Muggles - and wizards, they always looked at me with nasty eyes.But I think it's time for you to rush back and save those who are more valuable than me.

There is no need to distinguish value in saving lives - Harry has been hesitating for a long time whether he is upholding some kind of justice, or exuding excess kindness because the target is a nine-year-old child - because this Keeping him from rushing back to town right away (there's an Auror in town, but he doesn't think that's an excuse, Fiendfyre isn't something a random wizard can stop), the line of charred corpses seemed to be silently questioning .

"A curse is actually a countermeasure of magical strength." Snape said, looking at the opening. "You are one of the most powerful wizards in Britain today. I don't believe that it took you more than a year to solve such a simple and ordinary curse." He looked at the black head next to his legs that seemed to be always messed up, "Unless, you don't want to."

Harry's body tensed up—his shoulders were visibly tightened, the shoulder blades were clearly outlined with bones, and the attached muscles squirmed—

A hand rested on his shoulder, and the warm body temperature passed quietly.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, suddenly all the shackles fell off without a sound, and there was a dull sound in his body.He relaxed again, leaning his weight on the man's legs behind him, looking up at the ceiling.

"I guess I'm just...not done yet," he confessed softly. "It's a constant reminder that I can't trust anyone, and I can't get around that. Sometimes I think it's because of my bad judgment that so many innocent Muggles have died, and I don't even know I can, still Dare to believe anything."

Snape hadn't withdrawn the hand from his shoulder.

"But if I do it all over again, I still don't know whether I should choose to let that evil dark wizard take Teresa away to save the town's residents. This is not something I can measure." Harry blinked his sour eyes , took a risky glance at the silent man, and then he stopped-

There wasn't any accusation or ridicule, Snape just stared at him calmly, without any position, as if caught in some emotion or not. Harry had never looked at him from this angle, the protruding Adam's apple on his pale neck, the jawline was well defined, and he looked a little hard - but that was fine, he had nothing to do with the description soft, he No need.

"Perhaps it's you, Harry," he heard Snape say in a deep voice, "and it's just you that makes it impossible to measure which side is more correct - because your nature doesn't take any advantage of narrow prejudices." influence, and that's where your morality lies."

This is where your morality lies.

For a split second, Harry wasn't sure what he heard, what he understood.His brain froze at this point, in those black eyes, and it felt as if sea water was slowly flowing over the instep of his feet and over his chest cavity.Then tears rolled down his face, and he didn't know why, just looked at Snape, and his heart softened, so soft, falling from the rootless midair.

He has no control over his body, his mind, the voice he makes - almost unconsciously he says -

"I want to kiss you."

So soft, so longing.

TBC

*GawainRobards: Really Chief Auror, I didn't make up that name.

*Fiendfire: It's the black magic that you all know.The official feature is → there is only a small piece when it is first issued, and it will gradually become larger.

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Reference: The Moral Logic Behind Murder

【Seven】

Harry admitted that he missed that kiss all day.

Now he was sitting astride Snape's lap, his upper body still bare, his hands resting lightly on the sides of his face, their breathing clearly audible.He wanted to get close to him almost obsessively, but hesitated because of some kind of threat hidden in the shadows, so they looked at each other in the cramped gap, and their eyes hit sparks and ripples.

"I want to kiss you," he said again.

Confusion is more of the gravitational force that drags him closer infinitely.With weaker and weaker restraint, he realized - or suddenly realized that he had never been so urgent, and he had never been touched so deeply to the core. The turmoil of the soul for a moment overwhelmed the peak that any emotion could bring. Snape had read him, taken him apart and put him back together, so smoothly, thousands of times - hadn't he?Had he not done so before?

Didn't they - the two of them, ever do this to each other?

"Don't do anything stupid, Potter," Snape said.

"You know I'm good at challenging authority." Too close, he thought vaguely. "And you can push me away, or whatever."

And he kissed it immediately, eager as if he had escaped the cage that held him - but at first it was just a soft touch, and Snape didn't respond, didn't say no explicitly, he just stood there unfathomably still. Harry tested his lips with the tip of his tongue, did anything, he thought, he thought he would never put himself in such a dangerous and uncontrollable situation, surrender the initiative to be slaughtered - but it was Snape, though He will use sharp and mean words to erect edges and corners. Although he is not handsome or gentle, he can bring a sense of security that no one can match-this started a long time ago, when he wandered around the corner of the ward several times , when he put that vial of memory by his bedside without invading, when he cobbled together reasons he didn't need to take Snape into his private space where he hid countless secrets.

Harry started to kiss him more fervently and deeply, and Snape responded insignificantly - his lips parted just a little - and if he didn't want to, no one could force him to this point, not even the Savior.

Different from the impulsive sensory overload last night, at this moment Harry clearly felt the undercurrent of their intertwined lips and teeth, like the resonance induced in the soul - those fragments of blood and fire kept flashing back, hoarseness and silent growth, The rotation interweaves into a heavy and steady anchor that falls firmly to the bottom of the sea.

Then Snape started kissing him back, pulling the boy closer as he took the initiative. Harry felt the unprecedented heat hit through the fabric of his clothes, and suddenly hit his cool body exposed to the air, and then the wildfire ignited everything - compared to the sexual troubles that suddenly deviated from the track, the desire for this man himself at this moment It has already overwhelmed all, so the others are no longer important.He was so hard that it hurt, and he pressed his whole body against Snape's body, and the equally hard erection on his lower abdomen told him that this was not a one-sided battle, that both of them had already been dragged off, unable to deal with such a scorching body. The flames turned a blind eye.

And just as he reached out to try to break through Snape's shirt line, the temperature on his lips suddenly