hp daffodils that never die

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When Severus arrived at Lily's house, he found that the cheerful and optimistic beautiful girl in his memory had already put on her make-up for crying.

He wanted to comfort the haggard woman, but he couldn't do it.

He has never complained about his stupidity like this.

Lily, who had cried enough, wiped her tears, sat up straight, and kept stirring the tear-stained tissue with her fingers.

Her eyes hardened after a long while, and she crouched in front of Severus, looking straight at him.

"Severus, marry me."

Lily's words were like a bomb, blowing Severus's thoughts away.

marry?

After he decided to keep his distance from Harry, he never dreamed of such words again, even though he and Harry walked into the church in the dream.

Lily looked anxiously at Severus' blank expression.

"Fake marriage, please Severus, I want James to stop thinking about me."

"The object of his marriage should be a well-matched noble lady, not a person like me who is worried about making a living."

Seeing the similar color in Lily's eyes, Severus obediently agreed.

Maybe he could imagine his and Harry's wedding.

Severus' story was bloody, but also brutal.

He's a standard ugly duckling.

His father was an alcoholic and often beat him and his mother severely.

The mother would only hold him and cry when he was beaten.

Finally one day, his mother was beaten to death by his father, and his father was also arrested, leaving him to be adopted by the parents of Lily, who was a classmate.

A well-educated upper-class person, Lily's parents placed great expectations on him, and he also naturally made his mark in chemistry.

The kind adoptive parents, the lovely younger sister, the academically successful and promising self, everything is a standard fairy tale.

But one day, Lily's family suddenly disappeared, leaving a house empty and silent.

Severus, who graduated from college, looked for a job again and again, year after year, without hearing from him.

Maybe they disliked me belatedly and wanted to abandon me.

Severus gave up.

Severus and Lily returned to the place where they had grown up, Cokeworth Town.

Visited the Evans couple who died here because of business failure.

Sitting in the dusty living room, Severus listened to Lily's story with James.

Severus felt some sympathy when he heard it, and he smiled wryly.

James from a wealthy family and Lily who is in debt.

The youthful and beautiful Harry and the aging self.

How similar.

"Severus?" Lily looked at Severus who was lost in thought and said unconsciously.

"What's wrong?" Severus looked up at Lily.

Lily smiled, although it wasn't obvious, but Severus caught it.

"Are you thinking about that kid?"

"……Um"

"You like him, right? It's okay. We will divorce secretly after we get married. You can go after him and explain clearly to him." It turned out that as early as the day of sending flowers, Lily saw through the window of Severus's possessions in the house. thought.

"No, he deserves...better." Severus said with some difficulty

"...Are you sure, Sev?"

"I'm sure, and, aren't you doing the same thing as me?"

Severus hadn't been home for a few days, and whenever Harry passed by his door, he would look inside.

But when Harry woke up at noon today, he heard voices coming from Severus' house.

Very noisy, like rummaging through things.

Harry instantly became vigilant, Severus was an unconventional person, he had never rummaged through things so loudly and anxiously, it seemed that he was probably a thief.

Harry walked lightly to Severus' door, took out the spare key that Severus had left with him, opened the closed door, followed the scattered items on the ground, and walked to Severus' door study.

Sure enough, a middle-aged man with a wretched face was stuffing the all-in-one computer that Severus had placed on the table into his own huge suitcase.

Harry approached him slowly from behind, hit him hard on the back of the head with the baseball bat in his hand, knocked him unconscious, and tied the thief tightly to the stool with the fire rope from Severus' house.

After calling the police, the police came very quickly, simply questioned Harry, and took away the thief and the tools of crime.

Harry, who sent the police away, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number he knew by heart with some hesitation.

The phone was connected, and the deep voice came from somewhere.

Harry took a few deep breaths and explained the situation to Severus.

The latter asked him to wait a while at his home.

Harry stayed in the house obediently.

He looked at the mess on the ground, sighed, and organized things according to his memory.

In the process of sorting out, a black diary came into his eyes.

He sat in his old seat (he hadn't been to Severus' house since that day) and opened it, which happened to be the last one, dated the day he and Severus had a showdown.

"I don't think I've ever liked someone so much, even my childhood sweetheart Lily can't compare to him."

"He's so young and full of energy, and I'm almost forty."

"I want to kiss him again, just like yesterday, but I know it's impossible, although I also feel that he has a crush on me."

"Love is a shackle. His life has not yet begun, but mine is halfway through."

The gorgeous pen writing was blurred by water droplets, and he couldn't bear to read it any longer.

Harry closed the diary and held it in his arms.

He felt like an idiot, like the dumbest troll in fairy tales, who couldn't see through Severus's obvious love.

He felt that Severus was an old bastard who liked him so much, but pushed him away because of these insignificant things.

The author has something to say: basically it’s almost over, just introduce the last □□, about three chapters