hp daffodils that never die

It wasn't until Harry fled to Sirius' house that he realized that he hadn't brought anything in his haste. He knocked on the door, but no one answered.

He wanted to go back to fetch things, but his reason stopped him because he didn't know if Severus was still in his house.

He didn't know how to face him, after all, Harry never thought that Severus had such a "passionate" side, so he could only run away.

Harry glanced at Sirius' home, it was pitch black.Maybe Sirius and Remus went out for a ride or a date, taking Kreacher with them?Oh, poor me, I can only spend the night in front of his house.

He sat in front of Sirius' door, glanced at his watch, it was 08:30.

Maybe they'll be back soon, Harry thought optimistically.

5 minutes, 10 minutes, half an hour, the red wine accompanied by the bright starry sky became the best sleeping pill, and Harry fell asleep leaning against the railing.

"Hey, Harry, wake up, why are you falling asleep here?"

After some time, Harry was awakened by a familiar voice, it seemed to be Sirius, he's back?

He had a vague feeling that he was being lifted up, and after a while, he was placed on something soft, maybe a bed?

With wetness on his face, he struggled to open his eyes, and vaguely saw Remus wiping his cheeks carefully.He thought he saw the slight worry in Remus' eyes.

Harry was about to say something, but was attracted by Sirius' voice.

"Remus, I drove that bastard away, don't worry, I won't let him hurt Harry again."

The cloth towel on his face was taken away with Remus' movements, but the gentle man became a little serious at this moment: "Well, you did a good job, Sirius."

What bastard, why would he hurt me?

Harry felt that he couldn't fit so much information in his chaotic head.He wanted to ask, but he was too tired to make a sound, so he fell asleep again.

Through the red curtain, Harry's hands were vaguely seen clutching the sheet, and the crumpled sheet didn't seem to ease the effects of his nightmare.

Harry began to struggle slightly, with a feeling of helplessness.

"Don't leave me!" Harry sat up abruptly.

He hadn't dreamed about the accident in a long time, not since Draco had been with him.

Harry looked at the environment he was in, probably Sirius and the others saw him when they came back and brought him in.

After a hasty wash, he went downstairs, seeing Remus and Sirius getting along harmoniously in the living room, he couldn't help feeling a warm current in his heart, and swept away the tension and exhaustion brought about by the hangover nightmare.

Harry pulled out a smile. Until now, some people still lamented that he quit the showbiz because of his imperfection, which made the showbiz lose a talented actor, but Harry felt that it was worth it.

Being famous at a young age brought him not only fame, but also arrogance.

The early death of his parents cast a shadow of inferiority on him, and the sudden pursuit made him proud.

Rebellious, aloof, similar to Draco.

During that time, Sirius was really worried about his own education.

"Master Harry, it's time to eat. I'm sorry that I was sick yesterday and went to bed early, shutting you out."

"Oh, it's okay Kerry, your body is important."

Kerry's hoarse voice interrupted Harry's memory, and also attracted the attention of the two in the living room.

"Ah, Harry is awake, eat quickly."

Harry sat in his seat, eating quickly.

Seeing Harry's unhappy expression, Sirius felt a little distressed.

He put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth, and couldn't help asking

"Harry, what happened to you yesterday?"

With a "squeak" the fork made a sharp noise on the plate.This caused Remus, who was already attracted by Sirius' words, to become a little dignified.

"It's okay, I'm okay, I just drank too much yesterday and came out to sober up, but when I went out, I only remembered to bring myself."

Harry's cheeks turned red, he avoided Sirius' concerned eyes, put the last bite of steak into his mouth, wiped it hastily, and went upstairs.

"Remus, Harry must be hiding something from us, no, I have to ask him." Sirius couldn't sit still, he wanted to follow up and ask him clearly.

But as soon as he got up, Remus grabbed his hand.

"Don't go, Sirius."

Sirius wanted to shake off Remus's hand, but was firmly restrained by the mild man.

"But!"

"Harry is fine." Remus chuckled, "He just had a little secret." Just like Sirius and himself back then.

Harry threw himself on the bed, sorting out his troubled thoughts from yesterday.

He touched his lips lightly, thinking of yesterday's kiss with Severus, his face slowly flushed, like an apple.

Didn't expect Severus to have such a tough side.

Blush spread to the ears and neck, and Harry, who became more and more ashamed as he thought about it, lifted the cup and buried himself in it.

The stuffy atmosphere in the quilt made his heart beat faster.

Harry once again recalled Sirius' enlightenment to himself, maybe he really should start over?

He looked at the pattern in the quilt, but what appeared in front of his eyes was the picture of getting along with Severus.

Across the bar, Severus was drinking coffee in the exclusive seat; facing the balcony, Severus was resting on the recliner; Severus was standing at the door, walking out with him.

Severus Severus Severus.

Harry felt like his brain was about to fill up with the name.

The joy is beyond words.

Harry stood up abruptly, freeing himself from the stuffy blanket.

Maybe I should go back and talk to Severus later?

When Harry got out of bed, he glanced over the bedside table inadvertently, and a touch of white came into view.

Lilies in a vase.

Harry frowned slightly, and the elegant lily somewhat diluted the fiery passion in his heart.

Lily yesterday.

The author has something to say: modify the harmonized vocabulary