The Mortal

But Harry thought it was fine.

There were no special changes worth noting. To outsiders, Harry was still traveling between MI5 and home. The people behind the scenes seemed to temporarily think that they had no ability worth threatening.There were two Aurors guarding the door, and when Harry went out, they separated and took charge of one side, and the two being followed completely regarded them as air-they were really no different from air, and they had to pay attention to numbness at all times. Melon ignores the timeliness of the spell.

Harry didn't go back to the Ministry of Magic.He seems to have completely forgotten about the previous frame-up and concentrated on doing the work of the committee. Although some people in MI5 are still indifferent to him, he doesn't need to please anyone, he has a lot of things to do.Even so, he still spends some time between running and worrying about whether some fools will come to retaliate after hearing about the situation of the double agent, worrying that there are still loopholes in the protective net he wove with his own hands that will be cracked.

"You mustn't go out," he repeated every morning, before he put on his shoes and stood at the door to leave. "And don't let anyone in, and don't go near the window."

He didn't know that the anxiety and pleading on his face were too obvious, as if the short separation really made him miserable. Snape sometimes teased him with one corner of his mouth, sometimes he just waved his hand impatiently, but he never locked himself in the workshop with the charming cauldron when the young man was about to go out.

As for the matter about the Director of Auror, Harry finally wrote a letter to him, and the reply he got was not satisfactory. Hard work and warmth. Harry put the letter down, sat on the swivel chair and spun around, the sense of restraint entangled by the unknown made him not as calm as he appeared.

Recently he started flashing some memories.Some belonged to the episodes of confronting Voldemort when he was a student, and some were the nightmares of the past two years, which still didn't make him too flustered, he had had worse times.He woke up in the middle of the night, looked at the light outside the window for a while, and then went back to sleep; or stared at the retreating houses outside the car window on the road, and suddenly there was a picture of Dumbledore falling from a height in front of him, he blinked, and London started again In the rainy weather, there were tiny drops of water on the glass. Ed told him about the complicated interpersonal relationship between the governments while turning the steering wheel. He changed his posture and leaned on his chin to listen.

Investigation does not happen overnight, and most of the rapid progress in TV dramas only appears in the script.But it wasn't just the oppressive feeling brought by the incident that was increasing day by day, but also his growing restlessness towards Snape.

After that day, Snape acted as if nothing happened, which made Harry extremely frustrated, and in the frustration, he began to think about liking Snape - to get rid of the hormonal misleading caused by youthfulness, get rid of the nostalgia for his elders and Dependence, just for Snape as an individual, it's probably the weirdest relationship he's ever had - but fuck it's weird, he still wants to kiss him, think they can rip each other off in a big soft bed Clothes are integrated in the most intimate gesture.

"I didn't even know you were dating someone." Ed handed him a sandwich.

"What?" Harry asked, recovering.

"Come on, bro. I'm married, and I know what that look in your eyes just now means." Ed teased him, "Seize the opportunity and don't let her run away. I was too stupid back then, and I finally got through the ups and downs. After chasing it back. People always understand what is important after losing it.”

I've lost him almost forever, a voice whispered in Harry's mind, nothing is as remote as death to lose.

He tried to remember exactly when he had started to feel differently about Snape, only to find that there wasn't much good between them, or that in retrospect there were always more bad things.He hadn't felt what love was in his childhood, and he certainly wouldn't have noticed it immediately when it came, and Snape had been trying to sneer at him as much as he could, and he was arguing and fighting with him in the midst of it, and he Sure he'd felt definite hatred for Snape, sure he'd felt exactly the same way, they'd tortured each other to this point, but they'd paid attention to each other to this point, and then something grew and sprouted out of it.

Harry thought he could understand why Snape had pushed him any further that day.He was glad that he was calm enough not to ask questions on the spot, he still needs to confirm how deep this sudden outburst of emotion is, maybe Snape needs it too, or maybe what Snape needs more is Harry's own confirmation of himself, he is always the one The one who can see through everything first.

"I will," he replied to Ed. "There's enough ups and downs, I'm trying not to be that chump."

Later in the day, some progress was made on one of the Conservative MPs they were investigating, so they decided to move the field hours until midnight - Harry didn't really forget the tail behind him, he would rather believe that information would be leaked out of the way I don't want to wait until I find out the inner ghost and regret it later.And the reason he was willing to believe Ed also depended on a bit of Veritaserum he had begged from the potions master at home, when Snape quietly handed it into his hand, saying I hope this is the only and last time you use it .

Harry took it, smiling wryly at him at the same time.Give it some more time, he thought, all dark memories will never die one day, he is still trying to bury the imprints on him, it's not that easy, and those will eventually be left on him Leave traces, just like Snape grew into what he is today, everything in the past has made us who we are now, and there is nothing for each of us to hide, nothing to pretend.

His fingertips lingered on Snape's, before finally pulling away in the urge to take a step forward.

These days Harry often leaves the room through the window in the middle of the night wearing an invisibility cloak.He had never told Snape that there was enough help in the usual conversations and discussions, and Snape was under no obligation to bother paying for every specific action he took.Besides, he didn't want Snape to worry too much - if he really did.

But what he was trying to avoid happened.

Harry forgot to use the Silencing Charm, one of his most proficient wandless spells, but he forgot anyway.But you also can't expect a guy who's bleeding from a gunshot wound to be able to figure everything out in the second half of a sleep-deprived night.He climbed into the room through the window, and thanked himself for not aiming at an overly high floor in the choice of residence, and then fell down on the floor panting.

After waiting for the dizziness caused by the dizziness to pass, he opened the drawer at the head of the bed to look for some medicines that might be useful. Omnipotent, especially since he is not very sober now - the glass bottle that was accidentally dropped made a loud bang.

Many factors caused him not to notice the slight footsteps.

"Potter?" came the muffled bass through the door.

Startled, Harry turned off the desk lamp hastily. "What?" he asked as calmly as possible.

"I heard voices. What happened?"

"Nothing. Really."

He tried to stand up and go back to bed while he was trying to come up with some reason.Sadly, he tripped over the jacket he had piled on the ground in the darkness that he hadn't adapted to, and then fell back to the original place. The sudden pain caused him to let out a heavy cry of pain.He hadn't known trauma could hurt this much, he missed the hospital wing, and Hermione's pain-relieving spells and he had no talent for them without a wand.

Suddenly, the ceiling light in the room came on.Then an angry voice drilled into his ear and it was getting closer-

"What the hell did you do." Snape was in front of him almost in the blink of an eye, the fire in his eyes so obvious.

"I..." Harry forgot the pain and the blood on his body for a moment, and looked up at him stupidly, "You..."

Snape crouched down and reached out to touch his left shoulder, where it was stained red, glaring against the white shirt. Harry subconsciously dodged backwards, only to gasp softly as a result.

"Uh, me," he stammered as he watched Snape's stern profile and began to incoherently speak. "It was an accident... please don't be angry with me."

Does this boy really know what he's talking about?

Snape swallowed the curse back, not going to answer the nonsense.He gently pulled the clothes near the wound, and stopped when he heard another hiss, and some fabrics stuck to the wound.This is not a big injury, at least it is no more threatening to wizards than Shenfeng Wuying, but the current situation is that no one can effectively cast the spell.

"You've got to get the bullet out," Snape said. "Try the Levitation Charm. I'll get something."

Harry watched him hurry out, then looked down trying to see the cause of his pain, but he couldn't do it from this angle.He had difficulty moving his left arm, and it was not known which nerve the bullet had hit.floating mantra