Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Cyril lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his eyes: "In the future... no matter which one of us dies first, the person who will stay with us in the end can only be the other party."

Snape's hand, which was about to reach out to pick up the cup in front of him, shuddered convulsively at what the boy said, then flinched back.

Cyril found himself addicted to the sight of Severus' Adam's apple——Severus's face was always expressionless, and only the sharp Adam's apple on his pale skin followed the man's psychology fluctuate and make corresponding physiological responses.

Just like now, he couldn't help but want to stare at the Adam's apple sliding up and down on the opposite side of the wizard, as if the rhythm of the Adam's apple sliding was a signal, and he could see some hidden message.

"Syril, you just came of age this year, and I'm already 31 years old. Thinking back... when I was a young adult, I never thought about being with anyone for the rest of my life..."

Cyril half-raised his face, trying to say something, but Snape waved his hand and stopped him.

"Before I met you, the only thing I thought I would spend my whole life doing was atonement."

Cyril closed his mouth that was about to open to say something just now, sat down, and began to listen carefully.

"Before you entered school, I never met a person who could naturally occupy my eyes. Until now that you have graduated, I suddenly found that I have become used to you appearing in my field of vision at any time. When you leave Before Hogwarts, I insisted on submitting a teaching assistant application to Headmaster Dumbledore.

Even though... I know you'll be back—to the medical wing.But... that was a terrible feeling that you were going to get away from me.

Thinking back to when I was a student... There was a period of time, maybe it started in the fourth grade... At that time, the classmates around me were all in love, men and women, right and wrong, and disturbing.

But even then... I never felt a strong desire to do anything..."

Snape paused, and then said: "I know the person I'm about to mention, you may be a little concerned, but I still want to make it clear to you.

I feel that if I want to express some ideas, I must first let you understand...It's better than your guesses that have always ended without a problem..."

When the wizard said this, he waved to Cyril: "Come sit beside me, okay?"

This call was completely different from Severus' usual tone of voice, and it seemed to carry a little imperceptible vulnerability and request.

Cyril stood up obediently, threw the pumpkin pillow back on the sofa, and sat down next to the wizard.

Severus took the white fox boy's hand actively, and pressed his thumb on the back of the boy's thin hand.It's like caressing a rare treasure, soft, slow, and full of affection.

"Lily...is the only friend I ever made without any utilitarianism. So it is so special to me...you have seen the living environment I grew up in. At that time, I hardly ever met a friend who She is a more dazzling person, good-looking, good-natured, she is... a complete opposite of me, she has all the things I long for but don't have.

People are always attracted to what they don't have, and I am no exception. "

Snape shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I cherish our hard-won friendship carefully, and feel a deep inferiority complex on the one hand, and a strong sense of anxiety on the other. Now that I think about it...we are really, completely, out of character! Even friends...sooner or later ...our differences will get us there."

Cyril stared closely at the hand she was holding from the side, swallowing a small mouthful of saliva nervously.

He had a gut feeling that Severus was going to say something serious to him today.

"So...think about it carefully, ask yourself...Actually, at that time, I never thought about developing a more intimate relationship with Lily, even if I put such an intimate relationship in the future, I I have never thought about it. I have been content with our friendship, and even my own friendship with her has made the interpersonal relationship between the two of us in the college feel like walking on thin ice.

At that time, my feeling towards her was very hazy, greenness was greater than sweetness, appreciation was greater than affection. "

Cyril felt that Snape was pinching his hand so painfully, but the pain in his hand also brought a kind of magical pleasure, as if, he needed to be hurt like this, and hurt with the man beside him.

"As for Lily's falling in love and getting married...compared with the two things themselves, what I actually don't accept is that she chose...Potter in the end. I know that I am not the right choice, no matter my personality or other aspects Well, I didn't expect anything. It's like, she's like a beautiful sun or a teenage dream, and she could have been shining instead of being monopolized by someone, especially someone like Potter. "

"You know what happened after that. I made a mistake and killed her. I always thought that one life pays for one life. Although I may have more than one burden on my body...until I met you .”

When Snape said this, he paused for a moment, turned his head, and looked at the little troll beside him tenderly.

The little troll didn't look at him, but lowered his head halfway, not knowing what he was thinking, but the smaller hand held by him tightly held his own instead. From Snape's perspective, it could I saw the white fox boy's half-hanging long eyelashes, a small upturned nose, and slightly pursed pink lips.

In fact, the little monster has grown up a lot, and the baby fat on his cheeks has almost all faded away, and there are edges and corners.

But still too beautiful.

The picture of Cyril's head hanging halfway seems to be frozen in time.Until many, many years later.Snape still remembered the throbbing in the deepest part of his heart at that moment.

It feels like the first touch of spring light falling from the clouds, the willow branches are green, and the breeze is blowing, refreshing; it is also like the first star shining in the dark night, quiet and deep, the night is soft and beautiful, and the traveler returns home.

Who said that life is only like meeting for the first time, since he met Cyril, he seems to see a brand new lover every day, and the love every day is deeper than the day before.

Cyril's mind was in a mess, and every sentence of Severus was automatically repeated many times in his mind, but he felt as if he had lost the ability to understand, and his brain's reaction was extremely slow.

He could only instinctively squeeze the big hand in his hand tightly, as if if he let go, the owner of the hand would disappear.

"Syril, thank you for appearing at the age of 25 when I was most at a loss. I also thank myself for making a blessing potion in the year you were born and connecting us."

Snape spoke clearly and slowly.Like a Christian praying, every word is full of pious and restrained feelings.

"Because of you, I want to live. I strongly... want to live."

Cyril swallowed, and wanted to say something, but felt that he couldn't say anything. Suddenly, the intense emotion in his heart washed every cell in his body. He felt his hair swell, his nose was a little sore, and the corners of his eyes were a little bit astringent.

By the time the boy reacted, he had already flung himself into the arms of the black-haired and black-eyed wizard beside him.

Snape Lou hugged him, stroking the boy's back with his hand, without expressing too much.

"But I want to say sorry to you..."

Through the warlock's chest, Cyril heard such voices.

The heart that was beating violently just now seemed to be frozen in a flash, and it was completely cold in a second.

In an instant, Cyril felt that he could jump up and say something in this position.However, Snape was so strong that he held him in his arms without giving him any room to resist.

"Shh-!"

The wizard seemed to be comforting a wounded animal, stroking the hair on the back of Cyril's head again and again.Cyril was stuffed in Snape's arms, and let out a low growl like a small animal.

"Listen to me, please..."

"I want to apologize to you for my indecision."

Cyril was like a doll whose power had been removed, and suddenly lost all movement.

The boy felt as if all his strength had been exhausted—and at last he let it go.

Leaning his whole body on the tall wizard, his two arms loosely climbed up the wizard's arms, and finally wrapped around the wizard's neck.

This action put Cyril's face directly on Snape's shoulder, and the distance between their heads was less than 10 centimeters.

"Syril, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you bear all this alone, I shouldn't have been dodging, I shouldn't just enjoy your feelings but dare not take that step."

A tear slipped quietly from the corner of the boy's closed eye.

Snape lowered his voice, and continued in an almost whispering state: "You are so good, I always think, you deserve better."

"But sometimes I can't help but ask myself, what is better for you, these days... I think a lot...

In this world, besides your family, is there anyone who knows your preferences better than me?

Is there anyone who understands your thoughts better than I do?

Is there anyone who can spot you better than me?

Most importantly... what I can do, can anyone else do it?

Excluding those irresistible factors of the destiny partner, ask yourself, I think, no matter who you entrust to, it is better for me to rest assured.

I am confident that I, Severus Snape, am the one in this world who understands you best, loves you the most, and loves you the most.Past, present, Future. "

Cyril buried his face in Snape's shoulder without moving, as if under a petrification spell.

"Syril, if you are in this world, you must find someone to accompany you. I think that only I can be the one who is qualified to be your partner."

When Snape said this, he stopped talking.

He turned his face slightly, and pressed a cherished kiss on the top of the boy's head.

"So I think... I'm always giving others a chance... Cyril, this time, I want to give myself a chance.

Would you like me to be in your life as a true companion?

I will give you a year, in this year, let us truly accompany each other.

Of course...you can rest assured that I won't do anything out of line or force you to do anything you don't want to do.

Meanwhile, boy, you only have one year to choose...

This year...you can leave me at any time and escape from all this...but if it's your birthday next year, you still don't leave...

Then you never want to leave me..."

Cyril remained motionless, his gray-green eyes opened suddenly, with bloodshot eyes at the corners, staring unblinkingly at the wizard who was speaking close at hand.

The two hands tightly clenched each other on the back of the wizard's neck, leaving a blue and white mark.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intend to show such a selfish and domineering side, but I think this is my biggest concession. At that time, whether you will meet your destiny partner or not, I will not let you go."

Snape forcibly lifted the boy's face with his fingers. Cyril's gray-green eyes were already flushed, and he looked more like a bunny than a fox.

The wizard forced himself to say in an almost cruel tone: "Even if you want to die to force you to leave, I will only let you die with me... Cyril, even if you die, you can only die In my hand."

After finishing his sentence, the warlock wiped the boy's eyes with his thumb in pity, and when they met, Snape said to Cyril, "Say——yes."

"it is good."

Cyril's voice was trembling, and he could hardly hear it, and a word broke his voice.

As if remembering something, the boy let go of his numb hands, touched his neck, and pulled out a string from it, with a small purse hanging on it.

Snape recognized the purse, it had been hanging around the drunk fox's neck when he brought the drunk fox home for Cyril's birthday.

"It's my mate's thing, my mom said, if you say you want to be with me, open it up and you can destroy it..."

Snape directly interrupted the boy's intermittent explanation with motion.

Pressing a finger on the soft lips, the wizard murmured: "If you are 18 years old and still stay by my side, let's open it together."

Cyril pinched the purse around his neck with tangled eyes, as if he didn't want to compromise.

"Hey, be obedient. Just treat it as...let me win once..."

In the next second, Cyril felt his eyes go dark, and a gentle touch covered his left eyelid, then his right eyelid, slowly... the thin lips all the way down, the bridge of the nose, the tip of the nose... finally landed on the lips.

The white fox boy opened his eyes and looked at the black eyes that were so close at hand. The distance was too close, and his eyes were out of focus. Looking at them made people feel weak.

The wizard stretched out a big hand and clasped the back of the boy's head. Their foreheads touched and their noses touched. A low, hoarse laugh filled the space between them.

Cyril heard his professor whisper: "Trust me, actually... I won't let go at all, and in the future...you don't want to regret it."

The salty liquid flowed into the throat along the corners of the slightly opened mouth, and a taste mixed with mint and medicinal fragrance permeated from the lips.