hp daffodils that never die

Seven

Severus came back very quickly, less than half an hour, which is already a very good speed in London where the traffic is not very good

But half an hour was a long time for Harry, because he desperately wanted to confide in Severus.

He was a little embarrassed, and felt that he was a little too excited, so excited that his hands began to tremble as he rearranged Severus' study.

"Ding bell." Harry heard the sound of unlocking the lock clearly.

He stumbled to the door, and for a moment, Harry saw him, but he didn't notice the deepness in Severus' eyes.

Harry walked quickly towards Severus, and the objects scattered on the floor tripped him up as if to give the lovely young man a chance.

Severus lifted the leaning Harry up.

Harry's eyes instantly became alive, like a sparkling lake.

But it became calm when Lily's figure appeared from behind Severus.

Harry looked at Severus suspiciously, but only got a light reply: "She is my fiancee, Lily."

It was like a thunderbolt hitting Harry's heart.

He felt that his vision was a little blurred, so he quickly lowered his head.

"...Diary..." The clear voice became a little hoarse.

"What?" Severus was confused.

"Your diary, the last entry."

Severus understood what Harry was talking about, he didn't expect Harry to read his mind, the kind of dirty little mind that shouldn't exist.

He wanted to hug this thin young man, but was stopped by his own reason; he wanted to sarcasm, but he didn't know where to start.

Lily was a little overwhelmed, she tugged Severus' arm, and asked him softly when he turned his head, "Should I avoid it?"

Being smart, she naturally saw the clue between Severus and this young man.

Severus glanced at Lily's eyes, and there was a slight ripple in his eyes.

He turned his head, looked at Harry, and stabbed Harry in the heart with his deep voice.

"Put away your fantasies, Harry Potter, I think you must not have seen the front, why do you think I like you, don't you know that you look similar to my newly found fiancée?"

Harry looked up sharply, his eyes widening.

"Now, get out of my house." The cold words were both an attack on Harry and a sword that Severus stabbed at himself.

Harry took two steps back slowly, and then rushed towards the door. He tried several times with trembling hands but failed to open the door.

Lily couldn't bear it. She opened the door for Harry, but said to Harry's back in a mysterious way: "Tomorrow we will hold a wedding ceremony in the community church. You are welcome."

Harry's answer to her was to slam the door shut almost on her nose.

Severus nestled on the sofa a little helplessly, and looked at the somewhat bewildered Lily with his bloodshot eyes.

"Go back later, Harry hasn't entered the house yet."

After saying that, he closed his eyes.

Lily felt guilty because she felt that she and Severus had hurt this handsome young man.

After thinking about it again and again, she felt that she still had to explain to the young man.

"Tell him after the ceremony tomorrow, Sev."

Severus didn't respond, as if he had fallen asleep.

Lily asked him again, because she knew Severus was not asleep.

1 minute, 5 minutes, 10 minutes.When Lily tried to speak again, Severus answered.

"unnecessary."

"?"

Lily was a little puzzled, and she wanted to ask what happened.But Severus didn't give her the chance and walked towards the bedroom.

Because of me, it's not worth it.

Harry didn't go home, but went directly downstairs to take a taxi to Sirius' house, he couldn't live next to Severus, he didn't want to be vulnerable in front of others, except his family.

He was terrified that he'd come crashing into Severus' house to mess around like a bereaved shrew that night.

When he came to the door of Sirius' house, he knocked on the door, and walked into the classical building under the concerned gaze of Klicer.

Lamps dimmed from being too old flickered on and off.

Harry didn't decline Klicer's afternoon tea proposal, and before Klicer was ready, he could only go back to the bedroom and look at himself in the mirror.

He was bare-chested, standing in front of the mirror.

Touching the other self, I couldn't help thinking, why?

The self in the mirror is well-proportioned, with a pale color.

He touched the face in front of him, handsome, beautiful, with the unique vitality of young people.

But all this is useless.

With a bang, the fragments of the mirror were scattered all over the place.

Blood trickled from the back of Harry's hand and dripped onto one of the mirrors.

Harry looked at the fragments on the ground, the countless fragments refracted himself from all angles, making him feel like he had nowhere to hide.

After an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by Klich's knock on the door.

He responded, turned around and walked to the bathroom, tidying up his messy self.

Go downstairs, sit on the balcony, savor some early afternoon tea.

Harry's eyes were a little dazed, and he chewed the dessert in his mouth mechanically.

Undoubtedly, Klicher's craftsmanship is excellent, but this sweet cream can't fill the hollows in his heart, but the sweetness in his mouth makes those hollows rampage in his body.

But none of this was noticed by Klicher who was standing behind him serving him.

Klitsch just felt that the young master was a little too quiet.

When Harry drank the last sip of black tea, he turned his head and asked softly, "Klitsch, where are Sirius and the others?"

"The Prefect and Mr. Remus went to the Hogwarts Distinguished Alumni Association. They won't be back until the day after tomorrow."

"……I see."

Hogwarts, the alma mater of Sirius and Remus, is also the alma mater of Harry's parents.

"Klitsch, help me get out my dress, I'm going to a friend's wedding tomorrow."

"Yes, Master Harry."

Harry thought he was strong enough, until he saw a new couple kissing in front of him.

Sentimentality has never been a woman's prerogative.

Harry, who was not fragile, still felt uncomfortable, because he watched the person he liked step into the palace.

Although he couldn't forgive Snape for using himself as a double, a woman's double.

When it was time for relatives and friends to speak, he walked onto the stage under Snape's deep gaze, praised the wedding arrangement and the meticulousness of the reception, and wished the couple well.

When he caught himself nagging, he smiled apologetically and walked over to Snape to toast.

Seeing the disapproval in the eyes of the person in front of him, he still drank the glass of strong wine.

When Harry glanced at Snape's hand clasped tightly on Lily's arm, he said good luck to you, and disappeared into the crowd.

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