The Mortal

To the face, Snape didn't bother to comment on such an idiot's behavior; later Harry expanded his territory to the carpet, and he could always find something to entertain himself, from gossip magazines to crossword puzzles, and cross chess pieces were often laid He sat on the floor, and more and more often he went about his own entertainment leaning cross-legged next to Snape, oblivious to the fact that sometimes Snape would stare at his back where there should be a wound.

One day Harry fell asleep because he was too tired or too relieved (maybe both), he was still sitting and standing on the furry carpet, but his upper body was already leaning over Snape's lap next to him. Snape couldn't see his face and could only tell what was going on from his shallow breathing and how well he knew the boy.

The book in his hand has not been turned for a long time.

He knew Harry Potter better than Harry himself.He knew what this boy needed, what he had to bear, what he longed for and what he lost, he didn't want to admit it but he always knew.

But when you understand a person completely, when you understand him to the point of what can make and break him, when that moment comes, you must also know that the connection between you and him is so strong and deep.

This moment has already arrived.it comes.

"I'm done," Harry said after collecting the dregs of nettle roots. "Please tell me that today's portion is over."

He leaned against the edge of the table, wanting to take the opportunity to run back to the room and sleep with his head covered, but that can only exist in fantasy, in reality he still spontaneously stays here waiting for instructions-damn, why is he so obedient.Because Snape was helping you, another voice explained, and dare you say that you didn't enjoy it one iota.

"There's more trouble waiting for you. But if it's just today - I think you can rest for a while," Snape said.

Harry's breath, hanging in mid-air, relaxed.

Snape put down his pen, he straightened the parchment, and stood up, clutching the thin stack, at the same time Harry felt his heart beat faster for no apparent reason, and it wasn't because Snape was walking straight towards him - it wasn't… perhaps.

"You need to understand these things as soon as possible." Snape pushed him the paper, speaking a little faster than usual. "Then come to me again."

Harry took it, and felt a headache just by glancing at the densely packed familiar fonts on it.

"Don't tell me what it is yet." He said immediately, putting the paper aside. "At least let me enjoy a few minutes of freedom."

Snape let out a slight sneer, and began to divide the abused nettle into several equal portions.He was standing right next to Harry, their arms almost touching, but he didn't make a sound to tell the boy to go away. Harry turned his head to look at him. There was no difficulty in any potion ingredients in his hands, and he could achieve the effect he wanted with a few simple and neat strokes - and more, Harry thought ecstatically, these hands caressed in the The effect brought on him is more intuitive. It can make his blood boil and his breath short without complicated preparations, which is faster and more effective than any potion.

"The injury on my back is better, its color has faded a lot." Harry suddenly mentioned.Snape had thrown him a small box of ointments a while ago, saying only that it might help.He'd forgotten about it at first, but it's been over a year anyway, and he didn't expect Snape to care. "How did you do it? The healers at St. Mungo's said I had to fix the curse myself."

"Indeed." Snape replied without looking up. "This proves that you have begun to fight against the weak curse that any adult wizard can handle. My medicine only speeds up the process. If you want to fully heal, you should go to your doctor to remove some unnecessary psychological shadow."

Harry stayed where he was and thought for a while, "So that's when your consolation took effect."

"I never comforted you." Snape immediately stopped what he was doing and glared at him. "Your overinterpretations are always excruciating and baseless-"

The rest of the words disappeared between their lips. Harry couldn't resist the urge to kiss him any longer, he saw Snape's pupils change in surprise, heard a barely detectable sigh a moment later, and then he knew his risk was worth it and let those damned Hesitation and worry be damned - suddenly the curtain has been ripped off on what has been neglected, so hot and eager, it fills the void in these pretended calm days in an instant.

Snape pulled him closer, one hand tightening around his waist, the other caressing the back of his neck. Harry couldn't believe how long he'd taken it - two weeks was a damn long time - and the fact that Snape's tongue was probing in his mouth, and then devolving into deep possession, made Harry's knees go weak, Every bone in his body was weakening, and this feeling was so good, so good that he wished to be one with this warm body, and then all his longing turned into unbearable moans in the intertwined breathing .Not to be outdone, he kissed back, his hands unconsciously thrusting into Snape's hair, eager to die of thirst - what he wanted was here - Harry didn't know why he was suddenly moved, this place was so safe and suitable to stay , suitable for permanent stay.

For a long time, I have always felt that I was in a cold place.He wanted to say that to Snape.The wind and snow, the endless ice field, the endless night.But it's warm right now, unbelievably warm to have you here.

You make me think of home.

Harry closed his eyes to hide the ambiguous glint in his eyes.He gave up the attack and accepted it completely. In his ears, the frequency of periosteum vibrations drove his heartbeat, and all worries and rationality collapsed.Sometimes he doesn't really understand why he is here, and throws out those high-sounding excuses to leave the place he has fought and saved since he was 11 years old, as if he can only find it by leaving.But what is he looking for?It was as if there was an irreparable hole in his heart where the cold wind was blowing all the time, and it could only be slightly covered when he curled up, as he used to do when he was young, curled up in the corner of the closet, only that tiny square inch had some comfort and safety .

But now it's different, now it's different.

What are you looking for?you.He feared him, misunderstood him, slandered him, offended him, hated him; he also regretted him, felt guilty for him, was shocked by him, moved by him, and understood by him.Now he loves him.

I found you, he repeated silently in his heart, I found you.

Harry didn't give Snape a chance to leave when the kiss was over.He wrapped his arms around the man's shoulders, and buried his face on the side of his neck. There was pale skin in front of his eyes, without scars - but there were, he clearly remembered the blood hole and the purple-black blood that had opened here.He tightened his arms, and his breathing caused a slight shudder against the throbbing pulse.

"We should have done this earlier," Harry mumbled, a little nasally - the hand caressing his waist probably stopped because of it. "And do it a few more times. A lot of times," he stressed.

Snape met him with a deep silence.That way Harry didn't care much about the answer, and he leaned reassuringly against him, thinking that this might be the best few minutes, no matter how much annoying training lay ahead.

"It's the key theory of Legilimency." A low voice rang in his ear after a while.

"what?"

Harry looked up and realized that Snape was staring at him, in a rather complex way, with heat and rare hesitation that hadn't completely subsided yet.Then Snape's eyes fell on the countertop, and Harry followed it, saw the parchments covered in handwriting, and suddenly understood what Snape was trying to convey to him.

"I'll teach you Legilimency later," Snape said. "I think you need to be prepared."

"Legiliency is an advanced magic that can be cast with only a small amount of magic power under certain circumstances. As long as you find a suitable gap, you can drill into the brain of the opponent under the guidance of a little magic power. But the specific situation is It means that that person opens up to you or even invites you without any defense, and usually everyone will subconsciously refuse to fight back. At this time, a confrontation of magic power is needed to create an opportunity for invasion. If someone can completely wrap himself without leaving any gaps brain...then call it Occlumency."

Imagine someone walking through your mind without hindrance.

Imagine that your entire life so far has been exposed, with no escape from every minute.He may dig out your most secret pain and most want to forget the shame, and your secrets are always in danger of being made public.

He has experienced this feeling.Back then he was reluctant but had to learn Occlumency with Snape, he'd been irritated and hacked and then at one point his hatred for Snape had peaked and he got away with hacking back - that really didn't bring anything Even if there was a trace of pleasure in revenge, he even didn't want to recall how he did it at that time, and thought that he would never have any contact with it in his life.

But what he had seen and heard in Muggle society in the past two years made him unable to build up his confidence.I am afraid that he will never learn so many complicated methods, nor understand why human beings can be so complicated, and the best way to confirm the end of the conspiracy is of course Legilimency.