The Mortal

Bite his already red-stained neck. Harry couldn't utter the full syllables of the plea, his body swayed with each violent thrust, and Snape brutally hit the exact spot that drove him crazy every time, and he heard the cries feebly slipped out of his mouth.

Then Harry struggled violently as he felt the man's upper teeth bruise his collarbone.he thought, he thought-

Snape let go of his wrist. Harry caressed the side of his face eagerly, he pushed his tongue into the man's mouth, then was pushed back, his head was pressed down heavily into the bed, he kissed and sucked hard, feeling the heartbeats of the two chests coincide Together, and the heat Snape radiated on him.The cascade of pleasure nearly overwhelmed him, but he couldn't - Harry rubbed up too, wanting more of his cock rubbing between their bellies, while Snape relentlessly fucked his ass again and again, that Make him successful in doing nothing but clamping the intruding object.

He didn't know how long this had been, or would be. Harry's legs were trembling when he was pushed into the bed again, he was on his knees, his limp waist was bent into an arc that he had never tried before, Snape was on his back pushing forward and kissing the back of his ear, and Harry was I feel like I'm dying over and over again.He wanted to dodge forward, but also wanted to be stuffed deeper backward, he wanted to beg him to be lighter, but also wanted him to push harder.

In the ups and downs, Harry clung to what was left of his sanity.He can't lose the last grip, he needs... he needs to make sure it's real - of course it's real, the cold feel of the sheets under him, the burning body behind him, the heavy gasping around his ears, the constant movement in and out of his body desire.

"You're here," he uttered broken sentences as he cried. "you are here."

It's like drowning in the deep sea.The water was pressed from all directions, forcing it into his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, blood vessels and flesh, he was trapped and unable to struggle - he was not afraid of sinking into a deeper and farther place, but he was afraid that there was a fragile but strong door separating him. Outside the cupboard door, there are crowds and stars, absurd accusations and love and hate that have nothing to do with him, and there are only quiet cobwebs and endless darkness inside.

He wondered in a daze what he could keep, why the people around him kept leaving, and he was always worried about losing, no matter how hard he held on, it was useless. Harry thought he had grown up to be indifferent, able to accept that people are mortal and leaving is always the norm, he thought he had nothing to fear, he was not afraid of the dark, nightmares, wounds, parting, death, the noise of people and the emptiness Alone, all the things he'd ever been afraid of and realized the pointlessness of being afraid.But the reality insists on telling him that this is not the case, and it has never been the case.

Then Harry vaguely heard the echo, the vibration of Snape's chest against his back.He said I was here, he said let go Harry, trust me, leave it all to me.

Harry disintegrated at the sound.He began to let go, let go of doubts about everything that was uncertain, let go of his control over himself and everything around him, he might be crying, his vision became blurred, Snape reached out and turned his face to kiss the corner of his eyes softly and firmly .

He is healing.He shattered beneath Snape, then healed.

I believe in you, Harry said I believe in you, and he let the man lead him to a total loss of control.He was willing to give all the control to Snape because he said he was here, so well, it's all yours.He spread his legs wide open to meet him, and when Snape came inside of him, Harry felt a fluttering throbbing in his abdomen, and the warm liquid poured into him, and he came out sobbing too, trembling and calling the man's. Names, over and over again.

Maybe sex is lust without reason, who knows. All Harry remembered was that he didn't want to stop, and that he climbed onto Snape and kissed, thick-smelling fluid oozing from where they had fucked.Then they did it again, Harry rode the man's body and swallowed the slippery cock, his waist was pinched and he fell even harder, he seemed to hear Snape calling his name, they were far and close, they bit each other and entangled each other, Sweat kept dripping.

Exhausted, they huddled together and fell asleep. Snape wanted to take him to the bathroom but Harry hugged him hard and curled up in the futon, so they lay on the small bed and gradually breathed evenly, Harry might fall asleep or pass out for a while, and then wake up suddenly in the middle of the night , he clutched his arm in a daze and tentatively called Severus, the man who probably hadn't really slept deeply responded in a low voice, Harry leaned over to kiss him, and licked lightly and cherishingly, he pressed against the spot on Snape's neck Talking to the smooth skin that once had a hideous wound, he wasn't sure what he said, maybe it was sorry, maybe it was I love you more than anything.

Harry whispered intermittently in a sleepy voice. He told Snape that he had met his aunt's family after they moved away. He felt envious of Dudley who had grown up a lot. He also wanted to have a family that belonged only to him.He said he felt Mrs. Anderson was like family to him, after Sirius, after Albus, and then she left too.

Will you too? Harry asked at last.

Snape replied no.

Harry closed his eyes in relief.He knew that he would have to face many not-so-good things when he woke up again. He had to accept the pain that had been sorted into his life, but it didn't matter. There were rainbows in the rain on a sunny day, and the beauty of the stars was like a fairy tale when they fell. Forget, bad things don't need to be covered up.

He also knew that Snape would be here, by his side, and he had nothing to fear, because you loved me and I believed in you.

TBC

【Thirteen】End

The funeral was a few days before Christmas.

There was no one else in the Robards family, but many wizards visited that day, most of them Aurors, and they already knew the basic truth, and felt both guilt and admiration for their dead boss - the Minister asked Harry about it The latter did not think long before deciding to hide a small part of the truth, such as the fact that Robards did carry out a mission to try to destroy him - even if there was a reason for it, whether it is from a private or official standpoint, it is not to be considered It is a wise choice to expose all the content of the whole incident: not to mention how much negative evaluation the Ministry of Magic will bring to the Ministry of Magic after two years of infiltration without anyone noticing, even the renewed upsurge of support for the savior needs to be treated with caution.

This way of handling can maintain the stability of the British magic world to the greatest extent, and it is better for it to suffer less and more shocks in a short period of time.As for the lack of love and sympathy, it is exactly what Harry wishes for, and the hope of not being blindly pursued has been perfectly defeated, so at least don't be labeled as pitiful, and the next day there will be several reports on the tragic experience of the savior in the newspaper To earn eyeballs - and a lot of emotional ladies' tears, honestly, just consoling Molly took all the good words in his brain and almost going back to Snape for help (although the consequences may be more dire), and in the end he still Apple pie and Ron's marriage got her done.

So some things might as well just be buried, along with the two coffins, one big and one small. Harry watched the dirt fall little by little, the cold wind blowing through the valley, and the surroundings were silent.

He doesn't know if it's right or wrong.In the past, Harry always wanted to find out everything, and was dissatisfied with all the lies and whitewashing, and didn't understand why there were always so many things that needed to be covered up, but now it was his turn to do so.He knew that maybe a long time later, the thrilling events of the year would just become a boring paragraph in a book, how the truth would gradually be completely forgotten, and then in each generation, many young people clamoring for unearthing secrets and those who ruthlessly buried history would appear again and again. Those in power are repeating the cycle of struggle, they may fail, they may succeed partially, and if they survive, they will finally realize the irony that not everyone can remain sane and strong, and not everyone A sane person never changes, and the world can never afford to know the whole truth.

"This is something that will never be avoided." Ed told him when talking about this topic, "The information of the Ministry of Military Intelligence is unexplorable to anyone below, and we will never fully understand the intentions of the above. , and not even the prime minister can have everything in his hands. If people get the whole truth? Then the whole society will be in a mess."

It takes a lot to admit this.

Harry didn't bother to count how many funerals he'd attended.The father and daughter on the tombstone smiled at him. The magic photo will not remember the pain, nor will they remember their death, but the living will not.War always takes away many people, some he knows, some he doesn't know, and those comrades and even enemies who also sacrifice their lives have their own family members who need to bear the pain-there are always some people who are innocent, but this is the price, whether they win or not Unavoidable.

But he no longer wondered what the war was about - many people in that melee were not really instigated, they just wanted revenge, against Voldemort, against the Death Eaters, against himself who failed to protect his family and friends in the past