hp's road to the heart goes through the stomach

When Snape opened his eyes in the morning, the first thing he saw was the black curtain of the bed, instead of the familiar ceiling of Spider's End, he was in a trance for a while, and then remembered that today was already Monday.The empty bed around him made him feel a secret sense of loss, and the scene in the dream hadn't had time to recede, like the tide washing over the beach, pushing away the fine sand grains little by little.His memory is slowly coming back, in various ways, through various media.

That was after the mysterious man returned, Harry announced the news during the Triwizard Tournament, but the Ministry of Magic refused to admit it.Fudge has been denying this fact, trying to whitewash the peace, he even thinks that all this is Harry's hallucination-he is not awake, his mind is full of some random stories, Fudge is too obsessed with his official position, so Obsessed and determined to go his own way, he manipulated the "Daily Prophet" to publicize that Harry was a "fooled and tried every means to attract others' attention", "thought he was a tragic hero", and attacked Dumbledore with his speech.

Snape knew Harry's pain - no one believed him, but there was nothing he could do about it.Snape had also felt this kind of pain and despair, it was a long time ago, that kind of pain made him clearly feel his own weakness, his powerlessness to everything.So he pinned his hopes on the greatest white wizard, and he asked him to protect the sunshine in his heart. Even though Dumbledore exposed his selfishness and darkness face to face, fate never favored him, it always let him Despair, and he became stronger and stronger in this despair.When now Snape thought he was strong enough to face everything, but he found that he was still powerless - he hated the feeling.

Externally, Harry always behaved calmly, but inside he suppressed his anger, like a flame surging under the ice, just waiting for a time, a time to erupt.Hermione and Ron became a little afraid of him, and Sirius tried to appease him, but couldn't do it.However, in Black's old house, in Harry's room, when they were alone, Harry would always tell him about his depression over and over again, as if waiting for his answer, or just looking for a place to vent.

They lay side by side on that bed, the bed was very narrow, and it was a bit crowded for two adults to lie on. Harry propped himself up and looked at his face, his voice sounded a little far away: "Only you believe me, everyone thinks The Savior is a liar..." He lay back down again, his voice lowered, "Fortunately, you believe me." Harry's voice seemed to be still in his ears, and he could feel Harry's pain, except for Ron and Hermione, the only one Harry could still talk to, and yet Harry could only get silence from him.He pretended to be staring at the ceiling seriously. Over time, the gorgeous and exquisite paintings had faded and dimmed due to lack of maintenance, and some places even fell off. They could no longer see their original appearance, like the decline of a prosperous age.

Harry continued talking, Snape pricked up his ears carefully, not letting go of his every word, his voice became softer and softer: "Severus, I think you have always been terribly powerful, with a personality that is different from ordinary people. grit and determination...and I'm nothing but 'the savior'."

"Professor Dumbledore has always had high expectations of me. He thinks that I can take on this burden...and I have nothing but courage..." Snape looked at him sideways, and he was heading towards this direction.They looked at each other, and Harry's eyes were filled with a mist of misery, almost overflowing.Snape wanted to refute him, no, there were times when he was powerless, like now, he couldn't even comfort his lover, but he still didn't say anything, he was used to silence, when he needed words Have absolutely no idea how to navigate them.So he just stared at Harry, and then he saw that Harry seemed a little disappointed. The boy got up from the bed and walked out of the room slowly. He wanted to call Harry, but he still didn't speak...

Snape sat up in bed, the bedroom had heavy curtains drawn to block out any possible light, so even though it was broad daylight now, the room was still as dark as night, just like the windowless room he had once been in the cellar. office.Walking out of the bedroom, the sandwiches on the table outside are so obvious.He was a little surprised, but he didn't feel any surprise in his heart, as if he was already used to breakfast that suddenly appeared on the table.

It was a vegetable sandwich. Three small sandwiches were neatly placed on a long plate, and there was a cute little daisy next to it. It was obviously just picked, and it exuded a fresh breath. Even with dew.The sandwich is made of whole wheat bread, which is stuffed with lettuce, cucumber, onion and tomato. The thousand island sauce mixed inside seems to be Harry’s homemade. It has a delicate and smooth taste, which brings some delicious and strong taste to the vegan sandwich .This time, what Harry prepared was not black tea, but freshly squeezed orange juice. It was served in a straight glass, and the bright orange color looked very attractive.

Harry had always had a miraculous skill at cooking food to perfection to his liking.After finishing the first vegetable sandwich, he stretched out his hand to the second, and some memories that did not appear in the dream floated out from every corner...

Ever since the kiss under the mistletoe that day, Harry had maintained a habit of preparing him breakfast.From sandwiches to omelets and whole grain bread, health has always been the standard rather than the best taste.At Hogwarts, he would have breakfast delivered straight to his desk and make sure he saw it as soon as he stepped out of his bedroom, complete with flowers of all kinds and the kind of love a teenager would be ashamed to say.And on holidays, this breakfast is still uninterrupted, and it is delivered directly through Hedwig - the beautiful Xue Xiao girl always knocks on his window with a package on time, even when he is most depressed and painful, it seems that this action can make him feel happy. He calms down.Snape knew it was out of concern, or love, but he couldn't promise him a future at all.The Dark Lord has been resurrected, and he can't even guarantee "tomorrow", which makes him feel more painful, but unlike Harry, he can never show it, and no one can tell it—as Harry said, he sees Always frighteningly strong, with uncharacteristic stamina and determination, he was Harry's backbone.

The various vegetables between his lips and teeth have a sweet taste, like the breeze in spring, the sun is jumping on the moss through the gaps in the leaves, he feels the taste called love again and again, from Harry every time In the prepared food, the sense of taste that seemed to be out of order was suddenly awakened, along with those memory fragments scattered all over the brain.Snape chewed the food in his mouth slowly. Suddenly, he thought of something, and the hand that brought the food to his mouth stopped.This process lasted for a while, he seemed to be thinking about something, and frowned a little bit, finally, he put down the sandwich, drew out his wand, and released the detection spell on himself, all kinds of lights flashed one after another, and Harry appeared The body is exactly the same - he found that his soul is also crippled.