The Mortal

After a pause, "My personal life. She said that if she had grandchildren, they would probably be my age."

"And then. Please finish it all at once, Potter."

"You know how expensive it is to rent such a house in the city center, Mrs. Anderson almost gave me half the price." Harry took out the cutting board and set it up.

He heard a deep sigh behind him.

"When I say 'finish', I mean please express the purpose of speaking in one go, but I think such a shallow theory is probably not qualified to be stuffed into the head of the savior." Snape stared at him with messy hair The back of your head was tilted, "So please continue to praise your grandma. By the way, are you bragging about your charm enough to charm another old man after Albus, or do you really think this kind of luck is common?"

It took Harry a moment to understand the latter paragraph.He easily sliced ​​the carrot into evenly-thick slices, wondering if Snape was reminding him that no one was nice to you for no reason.

As for how this skill was developed, it is probably due to the peaceful life here this year. He had a lot of time to indulge in the activity of throwing himself into the Pensieve, and gradually got used to the usual potions professor The degree of trickery - but if it is in the case of facing the person directly, the effect may be somewhat reduced.

"Oh, it's because I happened to meet Mrs. Anderson's nephew bringing a whole travel bag full of banknotes and begging her to hide them for a while." Harry's tone rose a lot, "He partnered with others to rob the cash van."

Snape was silent for a rare moment. "So you helped?" he asked.

"Of course, I called MI5 directly to deal with it, and successfully sent the guy to prison-somewhere like Azkaban, without the dementors. Mrs. Anderson made me a roast chicken for it Come celebrate."

And Snape began to wonder whether he should waste his time explaining that prison was the lingua franca.

The corners of Harry's mouth curled up involuntarily.And when he turned around and saw the oddly subtle expression on Snape's face, his smile couldn't help but turned into a laugh, even the menacing glance the latter couldn't stop him from giving him.

"So what I'm saying is," he said before Snape could get angry, "she's a really nice person, you wouldn't do something to a 63-year-old lady, would you?"

"...what do you think I'd do to a 63-year-old Muggle?" Snape said grimly, as if to crush the words into mud.

"No, nothing." Harry turned back again, grimacing at an angle he couldn't see. "Just to make sure I don't wake up one day and have to find a new house."

It certainly didn't occur to him that Snape would cause a little trouble on purpose to express his displeasure with the residence, nor that he used his unique language skills to get Mrs. Anderson to throw them out of the house - he wouldn't say it anyway. .

Snape didn't respond again.The next few minutes were filled with silence, the atmosphere cooling down, and Harry knew from the purr of the kettle that their short chat was over.It wasn't a friendly social meeting, he'd known that from the start, but a conversation like this... something lighthearted, whatever Snape hadn't broken it up for whatever reason, couldn't hide the unresolved issues between them. thing.

Too long and not long enough. Looking at the mist coming out of the spout, Harry thought, ever since he moved Snape back from the woods, he'd always wondered what he was going to do when Snape woke up.The first month he thought of countless ways to apologize, three months later he prayed for Snape to wake up when more and more people left, and the seventh month he worked up courage after a failed Auror mission Plunging into the Pensieve to recall past teachings he had missed.A year has passed, and the person on the hospital bed is still lifeless, only the shallow ups and downs of his chest prove the fact that he is alive.And by the end of the second year, he had been able to calmly accept the fact that he might never wake up.

He has countless things to say and countless questions to ask.He should have rushed through the damn door the first moment Snape came to life, like he'd barged into the Potions classroom years ago, and then the man would have beaten him to death with harsh words but who the fuck care.

But when that time really came, he just rubbed the creases of the parchment, silently thinking about how hot the purple-black blood he sucked out back then and looking at me in despair.

you owe me.You fucking owe me this time.

He stood in the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of them, his face as calm as water, and the turbulent complex emotions were severely suppressed.

Fuck you Severus Snape.

"I'm assuming that either you're stupid enough not to know that Household Charms exist," Snape said after observing for a while, "or you really think the Ministry of Magic will know you used a Stirring Charm and bring you to court."

Harry's right hand was still stirring the egg mixture steadily. "I'm just used to it," he said. "I don't live by magic."

"Not by magic," Snape repeated, his voice sinking visibly. "Is this... some new form of entertainment?"

The anger he mentions is leaked in the sentence.It's almost as ridiculous as the Dark Lord being a philanthropist, like something precious you've lost and thrown away like someone else's trash.He raised his wand a few times trying to cast a simple shield of armor but he couldn't, he had to leave Hogwarts to live here, and Potter said lightly that he didn't live by magic.

"I don't think there's anything strange about that." Harry focused on the bowl in his hand. "I have the right to choose my own life."

There was silence behind him.

But he knew it wouldn't last long, the energy accumulated in their two bodies was so obvious that as long as they were in the same space, some kind of unstoppable chain reaction would happen all the time-they needed to do something to vent it out.must.

Then Snape said something that annoyed him immensely.

"Evasion is not laudable behavior under any circumstances."

With a crisp sound, Harry dropped the bowl heavily on the hard marble countertop.

"I don't need compliments," he said slowly, standing still.

"So that's your reason." Snape's tone was uneventful, "Leave the wizarding world - where you should be. Mix among Muggles, pretend to be an ordinary person with nothing to worry about, and enjoy your new life with peace of mind."

How can he say that?

Harry gripped the edge of the counter, as if leaning his entire weight there.He remembered those days - huh, was Snape talking about enjoyment?He broke down when he smashed a man's head with a stone, tossed and turned in the middle of the night until dawn and then continued to pack; he watched a village that was regarded as a stronghold of dark wizards disappear, corpses huddled in rows under the shadow of dead trees, The sun is as warm as ever.There are many, many things that he can't handle for a while, they are like demons from hell eating his soul, and he didn't step out of the house in the first three months of moving here, and the experienced psychiatrist didn't start A damn word came out of his mouth.

Yes, how much he enjoys this kind of life.

"Didn't your little girlfriend stay? Oh yes, now you are a...hero, and you can easily get what you want. So there can't be enough for you, how does it feel to come to the new world to open up your great achievements?"

"Stop." The voice was almost inaudible.

"So many people have tried their best, even given their lives, to protect you. And you've left everything behind." Snape saw him finally turn around. "Are you trying to forget about that? Looks like I'm right, you're a weak brat. You should show your dog godfather what you're doing, he's been outdone - congratulations - Blake just changed A college, and you just gave up being a wizard."

"I'm fucking telling you to stop." Fuck, Harry thought, goodbye, he'll never have enough self-control around Snape. "Where am I supposed to be? The place where I've been asked to save the world since I was born? Haven't I done enough? What more do you want from me? Be there as a shining mascot accepting worship to show me great use?"

He thought about the compliments and the lies - he was a hero, he was the next Dark Lord - who was he?There was never a lack of crowds around the Savior, and he felt a terrible loneliness.

He approached Snape step by step.

"Avoid. How funny, of all-of all you are the least qualified to say that." Harry stopped just ten centimeters in front of him, the fire in his eyes so obvious. "I have accomplished my mission. And you," he said, "didn't you think of that word when you thought of me as my father or mother?"

One hit.

They were really good enemies, he had time to think when he saw the instant change in Snape's eyes, they could always find each other's most painful weaknesses.He knew he was so mean at the moment, but wasn't Snape?What the hell is the difference between the two of them?

"Be careful, Potter." Snape whispered in his ear, his tone more than winter