The Mortal

Called.I am fully responsible for you, at most someone will bother me, not you... Here we are. "

Snape didn't have time to comment on the above remarks before he saw the committee sign on the door.Whether it's because Potter agrees with him or because he's caught his implicit question for the first time, he always feels that there's something... different between them.

The door is already open.

After Harry greeted the receptionist at the door, he walked directly to another room inside, and Snape remained silent.He watched the young man's every move from half a step behind, trying to find any trace that could prove something - since Potter dared to put on a show in front of him.

They saw acquaintances.

It was no surprise that Hermione Granger was on the committee. Snape had witnessed the entire friendly meeting between the two lions and scoffed at it - as if they hadn't seen each other in ages.By the time they mercifully end their torturous conversation and get back to normal flow, it's already five minutes later.

After all, all Snape needed to do was sign off.He glanced at the nonsense documents, and the other two people's nonsensical exchanges drilled into his ears - it's great to meet you Harry, the last time I tried that dessert shop you mentioned was really too good Thumbs up.Well, it’s fine if you like it, next time I will introduce a few more good stores to you.

Maybe he overestimated Potter, Snape thought.

Finally, a sharp signature befitting the writer himself landed at the end of the parchment.

"You'd better finish before the last of my patience runs out, Potter," he said as he tossed the file to the savior who was sharing his daily life with the girl.

"That's it." Harry whispered back, before signing his name next to it.Immediately, a thin line of fire appeared above the parchment, which symbolized the establishment of the basic magic contract.

He froze for a moment.

As an Auror, he'd signed many of these papers, and that thin, faint flame had meant many, many things, and most of the time during that year it usually meant...death.Sign the death notice for the sacrificed colleague, and the orange-red light is fleeting.

The first year after Voldemort's death was a slow slog of dull pain and madness.

He will never forget.

"Harry." Hermione grabbed his involuntary hand and slowly pulled out the document. "Hey honey, look at me."

Her voice was so soft, so soft that Snape stopped the sentence that rushed to his throat.

Harry looked up.

"We should go back, Hermione," he said with a smile. "I still have dinner to prepare."

Then Snape understood in an instant what had happened, that in the short two years he'd been unconscious, something (or someone, whatever it was) had done it. Harry Potter did what was successful - changed him.The boy could now control his emotions without the half-assed Occlumency, switching without clumsiness.

This is good.If Potter had been able to do this a few years ago, he would have even given ten points to Gryffindor for avoiding the torture of teaching.

But now, his feelings about it were anything but pleasant.

After saying goodbye, Snape walked out the door first.Just as he was about to continue walking, he heard a vague sound from Harry behind him.

Snape turned his head to see the young savior stopped at the door without looking back.He looked over her shoulder to see Granger inside, her expression more serious than ever.

"You know what that means better than I do." She said something Snape couldn't understand. "Are you really ready?"

Harry knew what she was asking.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had suppressed all his emotions, leaving only the determination as if he was going to the battlefield.

"Always." He replied.

His first reaction was to say no.What made him change his mind was not Principal McGonagall's earnest plea in the letter, nor was it some kind of guilt belonging to the protege.

Accepting Snape is not just as simple as having an extra cohabitant next door, the meaning behind this can probably be talked about for three days and three nights.But he doesn't want to talk about it with others. This is his own business, and he will handle it well.

Like the Auror life he's dealt with and the white pills in the plastic bottle.

"The formal process of becoming an Auror is three years of training after graduation and then passing the tests. We haven't had a passer in years, Harry."

"Now is a special time. I can give you a chance to join temporarily. But only for a year, or whenever I ask you to quit. The reason? You don't want to know."

"We are allowed to kill the enemy by any means, bypassing the usual channels of judgment. The only thing you need to do here is fight, even if it means stepping on the corpse of your companion."

"Kill him... Harry. Use stones from the ground."

In the confrontation with Voldemort, he lost his friends, relatives, mentor, and even his own life. However, it is ridiculous that he lost the pretense of war in the year after Voldemort's death, and suddenly realized that the pain he once thought was unbearable was not for him. Mom is just an appetizer.

He has been facing the core at the forefront of both sides, but he doesn't know that the nightmare brought by the Dark Lord is not just a stage for a dozen people.There were many, many more behind them, hundreds and thousands, and the death of the Dark Lord drove them mad and desperate.

It was the most chaotic year in Auror history.There are no constraints, no laws, only a crumbling moral yardstick hanging precariously on the edge of human nature.

The reporter who interviewed him asked him to talk about his victory speech for defeating the Dark Lord, and he smiled shyly under the flashing light, thinking of the blood spattered on his face when chasing Death Eaters the night before.The people of the Leaky Cauldron rejoice day and night, and you firmly believe that peace has come.He passed by smiling faces in silence and silently recited the names of comrades who died in the previous ambush.

Ron wouldn't know, Hermione wouldn't know, and everyone who yearned for peace in the sun wouldn't know what the Aurors in the dark had to face.Even Principal McGonagall doesn't know that all they receive is a string of data on a paper sheet - 7 people killed in action this month, 4 seriously injured, 9 enemies captured, 13 enemies killed - ah, this is Auror gone.

They never saw it, were there, experienced it.The tense nerves during the pursuit, the desperate screams in the trap, the green light from behind, the enemy's counterattack before dying, the tears being dried by the cold wind in the middle of the night, the boundary between justice and evil is blurred, and the balance between weakness and violence is difficult .

They've never experienced the moment when the penitent woman stabs you in the ribs with a dagger, when the old hostage laughs in Cruciatus, when the battle loses its magical support at the last moment.

It was as if the world was falling apart in the light of the fire.

He threw away the broken wand, stepped over dying companions, lifted stones from the grass, and approached dying enemies.

A dull sound.

Harry Potter, served in the Auror Division from 1998 to 1999. He has excellent combat ability, completed 104 missions and killed 57 enemies.

Look, that's how it goes, a stupid kid trying to heal his wounded rage with a fight only to plunge into something even more dire, flee in embarrassment and deal with it all in a whole new environment, doctor Prescribed a bunch of SSRIs (commonly used to treat PTSD) and poured it with potion, who knows if there will be some wonderful chemical reaction. Anyway, he survived this, and then one day he put a whole bag full of white pills. Bottle clean up and start living like a human.

Then he got a letter from Hogwarts one sunny morning.

To be honest, the biggest reason he wanted to reject Snape's arrival was definitely not because the two of them used to hate each other that bad thing, and it had nothing to do with the grudges of the previous generation.If you only look at how he has protected himself for so many years, he should even raise his hands in favor of helping.

But Snape...he represented too much.

Harry had been hearing about Snape's past from the Death Eaters, obviously, they'd definitely been through something similar... and that meant the man would understand something that was dark - ridiculous?Of all the rest, it was Snape, and only Snape, who could stand for the good and at the same time have experienced the evil, understood what he had been through.

Snape would remind him of all that he was running away from.

Hermione asked, are you ready to accept this?

There is never a ready day on the battlefield, dear ones.I always accept the battle coming.

"Your luggage will be delivered to me by the elves at Hogwarts...our residence. But Spinner's End has never been touched. Do you need anything?" Harry asked as they went downstairs.

"Do not."

"Okay, let's go back directly. But we need to do some preparations first."

Harry stopped on the second floor, motioned for Snape to follow, and turned into a deserted corridor.He walked to a door with paintings