hp's road to the heart goes through the stomach

After dinner, Harry said goodbye to Viktor and Belvina, who had other plans for the next day.After they left, Harry and Snape went back to Spider's End through the fireplace. Snape sat on the sofa and looked at Harry with his arms crossed, waiting for his explanation.

Harry's eyes wandered, looking at the ceiling and the table next to him but not at Snape.Snape stared at him and made a "hum".Harry sat down on the sofa next to Snape with some dog legs: "Severus, are you going to Hogwarts today?"

Snape turned his head and looked at him: "Don't change the subject, shouldn't you explain what it means—we're still together." He dragged his tone lazily, beyond Harry's expectation, the tone was not Look angry.

Harry was a little strange. He always thought that Snape was a person who hated being deceived by others. He had read Dumbledore's memory. From Dumbledore's hidden trust, he could feel Snape's suppressed anger , but it now appears that this is not the case.He met Snape's eyes, deep black, but not empty, and Harry looked serious: "Severus, you should have realized that you forgot something." He paused, as if While organizing the language, it seemed that he was waiting for Snape's answer, "You told me before that forgetfulness is not irreversible, it is not black magic, even if the memory is tampered with, the real memory will still not disappear... ..." His voice trailed off slowly, bordering on a murmur, but Snape still caught it. "I want to wait for you to remember, not for me to tell you... Even if your memory fades, some things are never forgotten." At the end, his voice began to rise again, and his green eyes fixed firmly on Si Nepe.

Snape understood what he wanted to say, the memory he recalled was real, and what others said was always not so real, and he also realized that Harry seemed to want to prove something.He nodded, accepting the explanation, he had a hunch that his memory was slowly coming to life - from the moment he saw some medium, and Harry was consciously directing the process, through something specific, and His lost memory also explains why he subconsciously tolerated Harry before, tempered his temper with him, and would rather be silent than stab him with a sting.

Like Harry said, even when memories fade, some things are never forgotten.

Tomorrow is the weekend, and this night, Snape stayed in the back alley of Spider's End and had no dreams.

Upon waking, Snape soon realized that Harry wasn't with him - he'd always get up early to have breakfast ready for him, just like in summer vacation.After going downstairs, there were fried eggs, baked bread, and a cup of black tea on the table.Without realizing it, Snape curled his lips into a relaxed smile.Harry wasn't at the table, he was busy with something in the kitchen.

He leaned against the kitchen door with black tea and looked at him, suddenly felt an impulse filled his heart, making his whole body soften, Harry turned his head when he heard the movement, and showed him a silly smile, Si Nepe lowered his head and took a sip of black tea, the warmth flowed from his stomach to his atrium.

Harry was making a kind of sugar, and the transparent sugar in the saucepan was melting little by little. He stirred the syrup gently so that they were heated evenly, and the air was filled with a sweet taste.Snape looked at him, and occasionally took a sip of black tea. He always felt that cooking was a nonsense thing—Harry never cared about the amount of ingredients added, but added them at will according to his feeling, even boiled The time is not certain, and it is very imprecise. The Potion Master came to a conclusion.

A few minutes later, Harry quickly poured the transparent syrup into the mold. The mold was nearly spherical, and the syrup was poured two-thirds, and the sugar became hard little by little. At this time, Harry poured it into the mold Sprinkled some colorful sequins, then filled the remaining third.The candies that come out of the mold are all transparent balls with small stars of different colors inside, which look round and very cute.Snape somehow felt that the little stars inside were a bit of an eyesore.He watched Harry put those sugar balls into the transparent glass jars and put the cork on them, and finally couldn't help asking: "Who are these sweet and greasy things for?"

Harry put the stopper in place, shook the jar, and the sugar balls slammed into it, making a pleasant sound: "Teddy is my godson, you know in the war..." He passed the middle of the sentence vaguely, "I have been a long time I didn't go to see him, I just happen to be free today."

Snape nodded, "I'll go with you!"

Harry looked up in surprise, and quickly adjusted his expression to look surprised: "Severus, it's very kind of you to go with me!"

Snape despised himself in his heart. He actually felt that Harry, who forcibly adjusted his expression, didn't look stupid at all, and even felt a little happy...

Little Teddy lives with Tonks' mother, Andromeda, and Teddy's hair turns a lovely pink when he sees the godfather coming - he's a disguised Animagus, and his, Same as mother.Harry and Teddy are very close. Teddy used to eat with him at least four times a week. Now, Harry admits, he hasn't cared about Teddy for a long time.Snape stood silently watching Harry and Teddy play on their broomsticks, and he had to admit that Harry had an affinity and energy that endeared him to everyone, especially children.Andromeda watched them from the couch next to her, noticing Snape looking up and smiling at him.Snape was not familiar with the former Black, although she was also a Slytherin, only one level older than him.She looks a bit like Bella Critus, but unlike Bella, she has light brown soft hair and bigger eyes, without the usual madness on Bella's face, she looks gentle and kind.

At this moment, Harry took Teddy down from the broom, sat with him to rest, and handed him the candy jar from his pocket.Teddy reached into the jar with his chubby little hand and took one out, handing it to Harry, who grinned and stuffed it into his mouth, realizing Snape was looking at it, and asked him with a smile if he wanted one too , and was about to come over and hand it to him.

Snape stared at the hand stretched out in front of him, dazed for a moment.When he tried hard to retrieve those memories, the transparent but solid barrier began to loosen and some memories surfaced.

In the corridors of Hogwarts, surrounded by gold and red style Christmas decorations that he didn't like, he and Harry exchanged a kiss under the mistletoe. Harry looked at him with wet eyes, his lips were red, his eyes Full of grievances.He vaguely recalled that it was during the Triwizard Tournament, when the Savior confessed his love to him, and gave him a very Gryffindor kiss, which was not gentle at all, almost bumping into each other, but he didn't feel angry, There is even some joy hidden in the bottom of my heart, bubbling and bubbling, as if everything is coming naturally.

Then came the candy, yes, the "stingy" savior gave him a candy as a Christmas present - a candy, wrapped in shiny cellophane, when you peel the cellophane, the candy inside is a transparent ball, Wrapped in the middle is a bright red love heart, chubby and cute.Looking at the candy, Snape couldn't help pulling the corners of his lips, and wrapped it back in cellophane.Oh, by the way, the savior exchanged this candy ball for one of his gills grass with a "business sense". Of course, he took it for himself.He has never eaten this candy—he has never liked such sweet and greasy things—of course this is just an excuse made by the old bat. Knowing that the candy was made by Harry himself.Where did that candy go?Snape subconsciously put the candy that Harry handed over into his mouth. It was not as sweet as he had imagined, but slightly sweet. After many years, he finally tasted the taste of that candy——like a barren The grassland wakes up in the breeze, the flowing water jumps and flows through the endless wilderness, the flowers bloom tremblingly on the moss in the forest, and the singing of birds comes from the wind, which is tactful and melodious.

He couldn't remember it, something seemed to be preventing him from recalling this memory, Snape mused.Harry looked up at him, and smiled.