The Mortal

He knocked twice on the door of the portrait, the black cat in the portrait flicked its tail twice, and the door opened.

It's an empty room.

"As far as I know, this area on the second floor should be reserved for the Aurors," Snape said from the doorway.

"Actually, there is no hard and fast rule." Harry gestured to invite in, "The black cat won't open the door when there are people inside. Everyone comes here for practice or to settle any private matters."

Snape stopped warily. "Private matter?"

"Relax." Harry sighed. "I just...you need a change of clothes. And I don't think you'd like to be pointed at by a wand in public."

"Correction, under no circumstances would I want to be pointed at with a wand." Snape stared at him with folded arms, a gesture of obvious refusal to cooperate.

Harry drew his wand. Snape's gaze sharpened immediately.

"You can't just blatantly walk across half of London in wizard robes." He tried to convince Snape - it was a big job. "Even if it's the Confusion Curse and the Invisibility Curse, everything is fine. I, myself, need to cast a spell on you. Of course, I recommend Transfiguration, and I promise that I will never do unnecessary things."

"I seriously doubt it."

"Do you think I'm naive enough to change you into a floral dress with red background and gold dots?"

Snape sneered. "can not you do it?"

Harry looked offended, and he was.He took two steps, a trace of anxiety leaked out and was suppressed.

"Listen, I've done anti-apparition processing there, there is no flyway, and the level of prosperity is by no means suitable for forgetting. And I'm suggesting to you the most convenient method-change into suitable clothes, we Way to go back." Harry took a step forward, "So please give your roommate a little goddamn trust, and know that I can ignore your opinion completely, but I don't."

Snape's body stiffened even more. "Trust?" he repeated in a sharp soft tone. "Holding up a wand to demand trust from a defenseless man... Potter-ah, our famous savior is omnipotent."

"You can give your life for me, but you don't want me to cast a transfiguration spell?"

"If you want to understand it that way."

Oh shit.

He should have known that it wouldn't be so easy, getting along with Snape was like a forging process with sparks flying around, you had to master the angle and grind patiently.Be patient, Harry, he said to himself, haven't you gotten used to it after arguing for seven years?This is the guy who protects you, he's an asshole but he protects you, and you're going to be together for quite some time, do you want to live in the arctic circle every day?

He didn't want to lose his temper, he was fine, although being in this room for too long was distraught.

Harry took a deep breath.And then he thought - as he'd done a lot this year, put the other side of what the hell was going on, and figured out a line, the one that made sense.

Snape was in a bad mood, yes, and bad enough, don't ask him how he could tell.He lost his magic powers and had to live with nasty people, and now that little bastard (why does he call himself a bastard, fuck) has to put a magic wand on him to transfigure him with unknown results, so his bad temper is It's completely understandable, it's better to say that this level of non-cooperation is considered mild.

"So." Harry said, "I know, we have a lot of problems. Let's discuss it, take it little by little, temporarily put aside the part about the past, and settle the present one first."

Snape looked at him appraisingly, with a hint of doubt - as if wondering that things hadn't taken a turn for the worse.He pursed his lips together, waiting to see what the boy wanted to do.

"Whether you like it or not, you're going to be living in Muggle society for a while, me and I." Harry said fairly evenly, "I think we have to have at least some basic trust between us, otherwise I can't promise to make What's the matter, you know how annoying I can be." This sentence made Snape sneer, but at least the atmosphere was less tense. "From today - right now, I'm going to cast a spell on you next. I never mean to humiliate you. If I do something wrong, you have the right to take my wand. Deal?"

Snape was silent for a while.Just when Harry thought he had failed, he finally responded.

"Remember what you said, Potter."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he was a little confused about the strange feeling that suddenly rushed through his body, maybe because he found the right (even if it was right, please) way to communicate with Snape for the first time, anyway, his boredom disappeared a lot , which feels pretty good.

Things went much smoother after that, and although Snape could clearly read a long list of threats across his face as he chanted, the black shirt that transformed once successfully proved his credibility.

"It turns out that I'm not as despicable as you think." Harry softly defended himself, and then he opened the door, "Come on, let's take a taxi and fill our stomachs."

Life goes on.

TBC

*Dozens of people are called brawls.Even for a small number of wizards, the war must involve three or four figures of combatants.It is set here that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​only a high-end combat force to assist Dumbledore and the Savior in dealing with the core strength of the Dark Lord, and Auror is similar to an army.

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Harry: Let's register (marry) with the Ministry of Magic first.

Then they started the life of chicken (xiang) flying (ai) dog (xiang) jumping (sha). [don't believe

【two】

Snape had always thought there was no necessary connection between wizards and idiots.But when this point of view is placed on Gryffindor, it will not be so reliable, and if the scope is reduced to the savior alone, he intends to withdraw this conclusion altogether.

They spent about 10 minutes in the Taxi, during which time they crossed the Thames River, passed the central square, crossed the crowded commercial street, and then stopped before seeing any signs that could be described as remote or quiet. up.

The level of prosperity is by no means suitable for forgetting it all. Snape thought about the previous conversation, and for the first time in his life hated Potter's rare accurate description.

The address is 109 Bethel Street.They were standing by the side of the street where people come and go, and there were almost everything in the small shops on the street that they passed by 1 minute ago. In a state of desperate regret, Snape watched as the savior took out the key and successfully opened the door with the sign number 109, and before he could organize any kind of explicit and direct expletive, he heard "Oh Harry you Back." female voice, and at the same time caught in sight... an elderly woman with a face covered in cucumber slices and wearing a royal blue dress.

His language art refuses to add more elaborate rhetoric to this, thank you.

"Mrs. Anderson, this is Severus Snape, as mentioned earlier, my roommate." Harry pretended not to notice the stiffness of the person beside him.He pursed his lips and turned his head to explain, "Our landlord. She lives on the first floor."

"Call me Mary, both of you. Welcome," she said. "So it's him?"

She winked mysteriously at Harry.

"I think so...?"

"Glad you figured it out honey, I thought you were going to keep the upstairs room empty." She caught the sliced ​​cucumber that fell from her chin and smiled like some old headmaster with a white beard, "Oh, don't Worry, if you can sleep in one room, of course, I don’t mind at all. Just remember to control your emotions next time you lose your temper, long-term separation is not beneficial.”

and many more.

Dumbfounded, Harry struggled with the core systems of his brain. "not me……"

"Don't be shy, boy. I understand." She walked with the graceful steps of a French woman and turned her back. "Enjoy the night."

It might be too late to run back to Hogwarts to borrow a Time-Turner.

"Do you believe me when I say I don't know anything?" Harry asked turning around while standing on the two steps he had just passed.

Snape shot him a terrifying look.

"I'm not interested in spending the night on the stairs. Now, Potter, if you're lucky enough to have the function of your leg alive, please learn to use it properly."

Pushing open the tan wooden door to the second floor, Harry was a little thankful that he wasn't a big fan of the house's colors, and that his free time allowed him to keep the interior tidy.

Maybe it was because he felt extra safe on his own turf, and in a blink of an eye he forgot about the episode that almost scared him into cardiac arrest just now.He stood in front of the refrigerator to pick out what he needed for dinner, and the sound of footsteps behind him came from far to near.

"So you're finished." He didn't look back, and picked a piece of beef from the lower floor. "Aren't you a bit disappointed not to find the red sofa and gold rug?"

Snape stopped by the kitchen and watched as he found carrots and potatoes again. "Yeah. It makes me miserable not to have so many opportunities to experiment with corrosive potions," he said slowly.

"That's really embarrassing. My fault." Harry rolled his eyes between washing the dishes.Then he said as if he suddenly remembered something, "Actually, Mrs. Anderson is a very...friendly person, really, she just cares too much about me sometimes-" He