The Mortal

Someone who was mortally wounded - not that he didn't suffer to the same degree.

Snape was stumped by his actions.He even wondered if Potter was crying - the idea was nonsense, stupid, but it just popped out.

After a few seconds, or tens of seconds, Harry suddenly lifted his face from his hands, took a deep breath, and couldn't find enough evidence on his face to prove anything.

"Can I...do you want to take it back?" he asked.

"you mean-"

"Memory," Harry said quickly. "At that time, you gave it to me."

After all, they touched on this awkward topic on the first day of their meeting, even though both of them had tried their best to ignore it a few minutes ago.

"Yes." There was stiffness in every part of Snape's body. "You need to give it back to me."

And Harry seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and he wasn't surprised at all. He just said briefly "wait a moment." After that, he got up and walked towards his bedroom. Snape watched his back disappear through the door, and before he had time to think about it, he reappeared quickly, holding a small bottle in the young man's hand, with a silvery substance floating in it.

Harry walked up to Snape and put the things in his hands.Then he seemed to be fixed in place by something, and he didn't leave or sit down.

"No. Don't," Snape said dryly, "don't say it. It's something we'll never discuss."

Harry, who had been hesitating a second earlier, was suddenly amused by the resisted reaction - it was really inappropriate, especially since Snape was still glaring at him in a way that was far from friendly - but, well, that was how he was broken up The sense of loss of ownership of those memories.

It's not that he went in often to find comfort, in fact he really only saw it once, the role of Snape's memories probably lies in a certain sense of presence, just being there, he will feel less lonely.

But Snape didn't have to know that.

"I know. I didn't mean to say that." He's not stupid enough to ask what's in his memory at a time like this (or at any time). "I just want to apologize to you again. I am really sorry for some of the previous words. You must know that I have absolutely no intention of accusing you." He said sincerely. "It was really, really selfish of me to say that, and I swear that wasn't what I really thought."

Snape moved uncomfortably to remind him that he'd better finish as soon as possible.

"I... you're not the only one who's messed up. There are things I haven't quite dealt with, and it's been an absolute disaster, and you've seen it." He smiled self-deprecatingly, before adding, "I'm not trying to comfort How about you, I have no position to judge what happened to you. I just want to say, it may not be easy, but you ... you."

He stopped.

Snape shifted his gaze to his face - where it had been frozen on the coffee table before. "Me?" he asked softly, as if he had a premonition, mixed with a rather bizarre faint expectation - without him being aware of it himself.

"You..." Harry stared at him. "You may think I'm crazy, but it's true, whenever I'm stuck...I think of you. Then I get up. No matter what the situation is, you'll do better I'm so much better - if there's anything in this world to believe in, it's you. That's what I think..."

He silently recalled those times when he wandered in the Pensieve several times. As a bystander of his own life, many things suddenly became clear. -and Snape was always right, hidden under layer upon layer of mist.But based on the recognition of another memory, he was told that those right things that he could hardly perceive also came from some irreparable wrongs - Snape also came down with the same heavy burden on his back.

And saying those words might look like insanity, Harry thought.But when he saw the blank expression on Snape's face, he didn't think it mattered.

He is not afraid of sleep.The most terrifying stage has long passed, like the flowing water flying down the mountain and river, after crossing the violent waterfall, it ushers in a gentle winding.And after such a long, tortuous day, he should have felt exhausted, and fell asleep after settling down on the soft bed.

Harry buried his head in the lightly scented quilt.

On the edge of the half-asleep boundary, he saw some scattered images, and fragments of words - presumably from books he had read recently.He couldn't think clearly about the little boy in the story, but at the last moment before falling into a deep sleep, a sentence finally emerged neatly and straightly.

When I know my enemy well enough to beat him, at the same instant, I fall in love with him. *

(When I understand my enemy well enough to defeathim, then in that moment, I also love him.-A. E Wiggin)

He didn't know why he thought of Snape at that moment.They are not enemies and do not need to fight.

He really didn't understand how he would think of this sentence.

TBC

* "Ender's Game" by OrsonScottCard. Published in 1985, there is no problem with the time background.By the way, it is a very good book.

【three】

It's a bit like racism in Muggle society.

There doesn't seem to be much difference between whites and blacks, natives and outsiders, and wizards and Muggles.Perhaps because of mutual isolation, the wizarding community has no opportunity to directly enslave and persecute Muggles from the social level, but wizards’ contempt for Muggles can be said to be deeply rooted-this is absolute crushing on the level of power and spiritual understanding, no matter how extreme it is The superiority of the Dark Lord or the egalitarian dude - the difference is only a matter of degree.

Therefore, for a wizard of orthodox Slyslin background, who has followed the Dark Lord, and whose deepest understanding of Muggles comes from a never-too-happy childhood, who has a firm will and excellent talent, let him accept Muggles. The melon thing was... harder than a fucking fight with Voldemort.

Harry felt like his dear PTSD was going to be tortured back.

Things started with the sentence "We should go shopping."The look in Snape's eyes at that time could probably be translated as thanking you for bringing great humor to my dull life with your wonderful intellect, Potter.

"I was thinking that you might need to replenish some daily necessities, I only prepared the basic ones." Harry said with a headache. "Forgive me for reminding you, you may have permanently... I said temporarily, maybe temporarily, you have to say goodbye to magic for a while, and you can only follow the Muggle method during this period."

"I don't think there are any Muggle items to replenish." Snape refused bluntly.

"No, of course you have." Harry said, looking at his familiar attire. "First of all, you'll need clothes. I'm guessing you have wizard robes in your luggage? My Transfiguration lasts up to three days at a time - you're welcome, I'm doing okay with that course - but I think you'd mind wearing I will cast the spell."

"I'm going to disappoint you, Potter," Snape pointed out sarcastically, "I don't have as many social activities as you, and I don't need to bother with how to dress up as a Christmas tree."

Harry glanced down at his red and green striped T-shirt.

Well, thinking about it, getting Snape to go shopping seemed a bit overwhelming. Harry reassured himself that even if Snape was just running through the city streets for some need, he couldn't imagine what it was supposed to be like - where Moses parted the sea (yes, don't be surprised he read The Bible, with so much free time) as spectacular?

This funny picture did not bring him a funny feeling. Snape seemed stuck in the cracks, unsuitable for the wizarding world and unable to fit in with Muggles - think of the so-called Squib situation - even though his powers, even minus the magic, were above average wizards.But the reality was like this, Snape had maintained an image that had been extremely successful, and he was a downright unpopular character, and it would never be wise to put him back in the wizarding world at a time like this.

Soon a sense of sympathy from nowhere came over me.But Harry knew that he had never been so powerless as Snape, that even in the worst of times he could blow himself apart, that his brothers and friends were willing to open their arms for him, and that Snape's brilliant indifference kept everything - including all malice and goodwill.

He was probably the only one who could and would do anything about it.Take your time, he reminded himself.

But just when Harry was about to give up shopping, he suddenly thought of something. "How do you live when school is out for the summer?" he asked curiously. "I mean, if you live in Spinner's End, obviously you can't conjure food out of thin air. So you can cook?"

Once thinking of this, Harry couldn't help it