HP Spirit Grass

"Get up! Get up! Get up!"

Harry was woken up to the bang bang bang on the door and Aunt Petunia screaming.He woke up with a start. Aunt Petunia?Harry drew back the curtains and put his glasses on from the bedside table.While thinking, he got dressed.

"Come on!" Aunt Petunia screamed again.

After getting dressed and laying down with his back to the door, Harry muttered, "Oh, Merlin, the magic of time and space."

After the last war, Harry the Savior Potter became the captain of the Aurors. As the capture missions went on again and again, all the fleeing Death Eaters were caught.He thought he would have a good rest, but was told that Ron and Hermione's wedding would be in a few days.

"Hey, brother, of course you are the best man, don't try to escape." Ron said excitedly, putting Harry on his arms.Originally, as soon as the war ended, Ron and Hermione seemed to have finished their wedding, but there were too many things in the Ministry of Magic, and Hermione didn't want to take a vacation right after she took office, so she delayed until this time.Ron finally waited until this moment.

"Of course, of course I'm the best man." Harry shrugged. "We're best friends, aren't we?"

"So, you must help me prepare for the wedding, and if it doesn't go well, Hermione..." Ron begged with a bitter face, "I know you're tired, but... oh, please."

"Of course, no problem." Harry licked his dry lips and said, "If you don't mind, I think... yes, today is Professor Snape's death day, and I just finished dealing with the last thing, Haven't had time to go..."

Ron interrupted Harry, "Harry," he stammered, "yes, I don't mind at all. Then I'll... go back first." Although after the war, it turned out that Snape was completely Phoenix Club, but he still can't do it to worship on the anniversary of Snape's death.He grabbed a handful of Floo powder, "The Burrow." He disappeared into the empty old Black house.

Harry collapsed on the sofa, unable to even close his eyes, staring straight at the ceiling until Hermione arrived.

"Oh, Harry." Hermione met his expressionless eyes worriedly.

Harry blinked, regained his senses, got up and hugged Hermione: "Hermione."

Hermione looked like she was about to cry, "Long time no see, Harry." Although they both work in the Ministry of Magic, Hermione handles affairs in the office every day, and Harry, you are running around every day. Harry's sporadic news can only be learned through word of mouth and the reports of the "Daily Prophet".They're all too busy, aren't they?But if you are not busy, you may have to face more. The wounds of the war may not be repaired for a long time.Hearing from Ron that George could no longer cast the Patronus Charm after Fred left.To avoid Molly's grief, George was rarely seen at home.The magic joke shop in Diagon Alley still brought a lot of laughter to people, but George, who opened the shop, lost his happiness forever.And Tonks, Teddy, Harry... these people left behind by the war.

"I'm sorry, Hermione," Harry said, seeing Hermione's expression.

"No, Harry, you don't need to feel sorry for anyone." Hermione suddenly raised her head and said, "The weather is fine today. I mean, do you mind if I accompany you to see Professor Snape?"

Harry gave Hermione a surprised look, "Thank you, Hermione."

Harry originally wanted to bury Snape next to Lily on his own initiative. When he was about to do so, Lucius Malfoy learned of his intentions and stopped him. Harry said angrily: "That's him." The only friend isn't it!"

Lucius laughed contemptuously: "So the savior never took Malfoy seriously. Let Severus be buried among a group of Gryffindors..." He snorted coldly.

Harry looked at Lucius with a complicated look, and agreed to Lucius' suggestion to bury Snape in Malfoy Manor.

He wrote Draco a letter, telling the dragon that Hermione would be visiting Malfoy Manor.After the war, Harry did not deal with Malfoy less, figured out their aristocratic style and Slytherin's art of speaking, and got along with Draco more and more harmoniously.Soon after waiting for Draco's reply, Harry and Hermione apparated to the entrance of Malfoy Manor, and Draco was already waiting at the gate to welcome his guests, or perhaps, the godfather's guests.

Knowing that Snape didn't like any flowers, Harry bought a bouquet of lilies to put on Snape's grave.Perhaps, Harry thought, buying a bouquet of potions-making flowers would be more to the Potions Master's liking.Whatever, he couldn't be sarcasm at himself anymore, and Harry lowered his eyes sadly.Harry heard Professor Snape's voice countless nights, heard him say "Lookatme", heard him say "Always", when Snape questioned Dumbledore-"What about my soul" , woke up from the dream.Harry sneered from the bottom of his heart, but the greasy old bat's soul suppressed his sneer with the feeling of suffocation welling up in his heart.

He seemed to understand Snape's feelings after being rescued by James. It was not a good feeling to be protected by someone he hated. At the same time, he felt that he couldn't understand this kind of emotion, so he just stopped there?

Harry stood quietly in front of the tomb for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, Hermione was no longer there, and she was called back by unexpected events.

Harry accepts Draco's invitation for afternoon tea at Malfoy Manor.He observed the exhaustion in Draco's expression, and realized that Draco was not having a good time either.How long has it been since Harry had such a leisurely time drinking afternoon tea with his friends, and I'm afraid Draco did too.

"How have you been lately?" Harry said.

It was rare for Draco to say without a sting, "You know."

The two were silent for a long time, and Harry suddenly said, "You will go to Hermione and Ron's wedding in a few days."

"No, I don't think I'm very popular."

Harry thought for a moment, then said, "Fine. But if it's your wedding we'll all be there."

"Look at our pompous savior, I haven't even said I'm going to invite you and your brash Weasley friend to my wedding."

Harry smiled, "But you would, wouldn't you?"

Draco pursed his lips and snorted coldly.

Although Draco said so, Harry still believed that he would come to the wedding.Sure enough, when the wedding started, Harry saw the head of the little platinum nobleman standing out in the crowd at a glance.Harry sent Ron to Hermione's side, stepped back from the stage, and looked at his happy friends, Harry couldn't help but smile.

"Hey Harry, long time no see."

It's Ginny.

After the war, Harry broke up with Ginny. Ginny didn't say anything, but only expressed understanding, for which Harry was very grateful.Harry smiled and said, "Ginny, long time no see."

"Thank you for coming to help these few days." Ginny held up the wine glass and clinked it with Harry.

"this is nothing."

"You seem to be in better spirits. Seeing you depressed before... and Molly are very worried about you."

"Oh, yes." Harry heard Ginny's caring words, and scratched the back of his head embarrassingly. "I'm very happy to see Ron and Hermione happy."

When Ginny saw Harry's small movements, a gloomy look flashed across his face.She smiled, "You will too, one day."

"Thank you." Harry lost his mind for a moment, but soon realized his gaffe, and said, "I hope you will too, Ginny." Harry looked at Ginny sincerely.He had thought he would give Ginny all this, only that after Snape's death he seemed to sink into the abyss of self-loathing.He already knew that he couldn't bring Ginny anything, what he expected, and what Ginny expected.

Ginny hugged Harry, and quickly let go, holding a wine glass to entertain other guests.

Harry stared blankly at the direction Ginny was leaving. "Hey, Harry, you don't look well." Luna's sudden appearance startled Harry, but it made Harry feel better suddenly.

"Hey, Luna."

"Harry, I heard the last Death Eater was captured a few days ago."

"Yes, it means I can finally rest."

"Congratulations." Luna didn't seem to be talking about the holiday, she continued, "The farthest Death Eater escaped to Plos, right?"

Harry said in surprise, "Oh, yes, but how do you know?"

"You know, my father, he's been trying to deal with the elves lately. But the elves aren't very friendly, and he doesn't speak Elvish. There's a plant, I think, on Mount Kolgas in Plos, and nobody knows what it's called " Luna paused, "Perhaps, it's not bad to be called elf grass. No one knows where it is, not even the elves. That grass, my father heard that the elf princess of Pross needs it."

"You mean, your father met me in Pros?"

"Yes, but I don't think you noticed him. He was on the tree at the time. Sometimes what we ignore is just what we can see when we look up." Luna laughed and said, "I think you also need it."

Harry wondered, "But why do I need it?"

"I think you need the help of the elves. The magic of elves is always magical, isn't it, but they don't help wizards for no reason." Luna saw Harry's confused face, and the smart Ravenclaw gave another hint, She sighed "magical space-time magic" and walked towards Rolf.Rolf had been left alone by her for too long.

Harry suddenly realized, and then thought in frustration, but Mr. Lovegood didn't find it, did he?

But Harry set off for Kilgarth Mountain on the first day of what was finally, a rare, vacation all to himself.Harry didn't know the name of the mountain he was on when he was chasing the Death Eaters. He recalled the route and came to the foot of the mountain.Only then did he remember that Luna had never said what the fairy grass looked like.Harry studied every grass on the mountain aimlessly, which one it was, and Harry thought angrily that if he studied herbal medicine well, he might be able to identify the types that were not elf grass, and save some time.He searched all the way from the foot of the mountain to the place where the Death Eaters were caught, and thought of Mr. Lovegood that Luna said was in the tree at that time. When Harry looked up, he suddenly thought of Luna's words, "Sometimes we ignore It's just the one you can look up and see by accident." Harry climbed up the tree in the form of a white cat in the form of an Animagus, and he watched as he walked up the branches.On a branch close to the crown of the tree, Harry found a withered yellow leaf. He turned into a human form and carefully climbed towards that distinctive leaf. Who would have thought that Elven Grass would be so inconspicuous.

Harry realized that maybe Mr. Lovegood had already found the elfgrass at that time, but he suddenly encountered himself who was catching the Death Eaters.Harry silently thanked Mr. Lovegood and Luna in his heart.

When he picked the elfgrass, the branch couldn't bear his weight and snapped, and Harry quickly cast several dozen Levitation Charms on himself.If Snape had been there, the sarcasm would have blurted out: "Our savior, whose mind is full of achnatherum, only knows how to cast levitation spells on himself, but he can't cast spells on elf grass, tsk, a head like a troll."

Harry was holding the elf grass, yes, he was pretty sure it was elf grass, but he didn't know how to find the elves.It was getting dark, maybe he should go back to London and ask Luna first.He was considering whether to go back to Grimmauld Place first or to go directly to Luna, when suddenly an elf appeared in front of Harry, and Harry took a few steps back in fright. The elf was talking, and Harry thought it was probably expressing apology.He gave the elf grass to the elves.The elf said a few more words, this time presumably to express his thanks.It dawned on him how he would let the elf know his request if he couldn't communicate with it.Harry watched the elf in front of him stretch out his hand to him, and subconsciously held it in order to show friendship. The elf continued to say something, and a strange magic circle appeared at Harry's feet, and Harry's consciousness gradually disappeared.

"Oh, yes, the magic of time and space."

Harry waved his hand, and time appeared in front of his eyes.

August 1993, 8.Yesterday was his 1th birthday.

Oh, it was the year Sirius escaped from Azkaban.Maybe the elf thought he wanted to go back to this time, yes, even if he went back to when his parents were still there, he couldn't do anything, couldn't he, Harry thought, don't be too greedy, Harry.

"Get up!" Aunt Petunia ran up from the stairs and patted on the door of Harry's bedroom. "Aunt Marge is coming today."

Harry flung the door open and asked, "Aunt Marge?"

"Yes, Maggie's staying here for a week," said Aunt Petunia, "and if she asks where you go to school, you say it's St. Bruce Safe Center for Delinquents. It doesn't matter to you, does it? "Aunt Petunia explained and went downstairs to dress Dudley.

Harry couldn't believe it, he had to blow up his aunt again, didn't he?It was nice, though, to know that there would be no punishment, and at least this time Harry didn't have to wait until the last day to hold Aunt Marge accountable for her blunt words.Aunt Marge began to comment on Harry as soon as she came in, and Harry held back his resentment, at least until night, for fear that Sirius would risk visiting him during the day.

In the evening, when Harry prepared dinner for Aunt Marge, he deliberately replaced the wine on the table with brandy, and put it within Aunt Marge's reach.

"Boy, go to bed!" Uncle Vernon chased him up the stairs roughly.

"I haven't finished eating yet," Harry said vaguely.

Harry wanted to dawdle in front of Aunt Marge, and Aunt Marge liked having him under her nose, talking about Harry's various problems.Sure enough, she watched Harry still dawdling in the kitchen, and she brought the conversation to Harry. At this time, she had drunk a lot of wine, her face turned red and purple, and she stared at Harry with her small bloodshot eyes. Li, insulting words popped out without restraint.Harry blew up Aunt Marge angrily, and slammed out the door with his packed luggage before Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia stopped him.

Even though Harry knew what was going to happen, he still couldn't control his emotions. He dragged his suitcase and carried Hedwig's cage for several blocks, panting from exhaustion.He leaned against the wall and looked around, and it wasn't long before he spotted Sirius in a dark alley.He wanted to take the risk of meeting his godfather, and he was afraid that the Ministry of Magic would be around, after all the last time he'd met Fudge in front of the Leaky Cauldron as soon as he got off the Knights Bus.Harry didn't want to call the Knight Bus so early this time. He opened the suitcase and took out the food inside and put it on the side of the road. After crossing several streets, he carefully looked back for a long time, wanting to see the Has Sirius followed suit.

"I suppose our honorable savior didn't escape out of the house just to play his temper and wait for his dear Muggle relatives to come and play a game of chasing me." Snape said viciously, "Mr. Potter."

Harry turned around and bumped into Professor Snape.Oh, Merlin, he didn't want to meet Snape under these circumstances.No doubt he didn't want to add to Snape's distaste for him.

"Professor Snape..." Harry said wryly.

Snape said dryly, "Catch it."

"Huh? Catch what?" Harry muttered blankly.

"Suppose you..."

Before Snape could continue sputtering his venom, Harry quickly grabbed Snape's outstretched arm and interrupted him: "There, sir."

Harry felt the air in his internal organs being squeezed out, and when he landed, he couldn't help retching against the corner of the wall.

Snape stood where he was and looked at Harry coldly, and when he finished vomiting, Harry saw Snape's thin lips move slightly, as if he was about to say something, Harry said quickly, "Please forgive me, sir, This is my first Apparation." Apparently the body wasn't used to Apparating.

Snape shook his robes and said dryly, "Follow me."

Harry followed Snape into the house in Spider's End in surprise.Can anyone tell him why he is here.Given the choice, he'd prefer to live in the Leaky Cauldron, not Snape's house.

"Put down your trollish look," Snape said. "As you can see, the trouble you caused has also caused me trouble. During the month before school started, Dumbledore let you live Here I am."

Damn Potter, damn Dumbledore, damn Ministry of Magic.Snape cursed inwardly what had caused all this.

"Mr. Potter, please don't bother me if there is nothing to endanger your life." Snape went straight into his potions room, intending to stay there for a century.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.At least, magic can be used here, which is also an advantage, isn't it.Harry comforted himself.He didn't eat much for dinner, he secretly packed his dinner and brought it to Sirius.He went into the kitchen to see what there was to eat.Harry was surprised to see that there was only one egg in the refrigerator. Did Snape usually live on potions?Harry tiptoed to go out.

"Mr. Potter!" Snape yelled angrily when he saw him tiptoeing around, "Has your brain been stepped on by Muggles!"

Harry was taken aback for a moment, well, he forgot that the door was probably bewitched by Snape.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I just wanted to go out and get something to eat."

"I don't want a cheap and insincere apology from the Savior." Snape gave him a disgusted look.

Harry hung his head in frustration.He already knew how to get along with Draco, but he didn't know how to get along with Snape.Contradicting Snape, obviously, he had done too much of this before, and after Snape's death, Harry found complicatedly that he couldn't do it.If you lower your posture and admit your mistake, it is obvious that the other party does not accept it.Should he be hungry and wait for Snape to find out and send him some food, and it was more obvious that Snape wouldn't.He knew very well in his heart that Snape was just angry, so many people wanted to protect him, oh yes, Snape only cared about Lily's life for him, and he unconsciously sent himself to the "dangerous" In front of Sirius.But he couldn't explain to Snape that Sirius wouldn't hurt himself, he was safe.

Harry dryly apologized again, and went back into the house without looking up.

"Wait here." Snape said this almost through gritted teeth, before disappearing into Spider's End.When he came back, he brought Harry a steaming meal and a bag of ingredients in his hand.

Harry smiled, "Thank you, Professor Snape."

Snape snorted coldly, "You'd better stay away from my kitchen, I don't want my kitchen to explode."

Harry called after Snape, "Sir, of course I don't, I can cook. I won't give you anything for free."

"Very well, Mr. Potter. But you can't enter my kitchen." Snape approached Harry with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Harry swallowed his food and said, "Well, I promise I won't come into your kitchen if you don't want to."

"Fine." Snape gave Harry a smirk, and headed towards the potions room again.

"Professor," Harry called to him, "have you had dinner yet?"

A strange expression appeared on Snape's face, he paused, and said flatly, "Potter, put away your Gryffindor enthusiasm." He turned and went into the potions room.

Harry shrugged indifferently, and he regained his happy mood, even seeing the thesis homework left over from the summer vacation did not affect his good mood at all.

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Professor Snape pushed it all his life.