Remembrance

It was invisible at first, but my uncle knew the layout of the house very well. According to what my uncle said, "It seems that I have walked through it thousands of times. Even if I can't see it, I can still describe the arrangement and layout of the house in my mind." I have been to many places, some by myself, some with Tom, those places that we think are very dangerous, when my uncle enters, it is as if he has passed through countless times. At that time, we joked that maybe the whole of London The map is all in my uncle's mind. "

"It's amazing." Ron's eyes widened. He couldn't imagine how there could be such a person who was blind but could see the world clearly.

"There are many more, let me tell you..." The whole afternoon was spent in Harry's recounting.

What Harry didn't notice was that Tom was listening to them with a twinkle in his eyes.

Harry didn't know, but that didn't mean Tom didn't know.

Father has no previous memory.

My father's memory is chaotic and fuzzy, just like my father was shopping in Knockturn Alley at that time, but he could see through the essence of the disappearing cabinet. He came to Hogwarts through the disappearing cabinet and took away the crown. Later, he once asked his father why Knowing that he was put there, the father just shook his head: "It's just that there is such a voice in my head that reminds me, so I do it instinctively."

Another example is that after his father retrieved Aurora, Tom once asked him why he went to that forest, and his father just smiled gently: "I don't know why, I seem to remember the layout of that forest very clearly." But my father didn't remember him. When have you been there.

His father's memory was chaotic, just like his father remembered that his mother's last name was Evans. He couldn't remember his original surname, so he took the surname Evans. His father's potion theory was very good, but he could blow up the whole The house, according to my father, just set up the cauldron to upset him.

Tom didn't know what his father had experienced before, maybe it was forgotten, or maybe he didn't want to think about it.

Whatever it was, Tom felt, they were doing well, and that was enough.

A few hours later, the train arrived at the station, and Ron got his wish to meet Harry's caretaker.

The wizard who is so gentle that it is impossible not to like it.

The author has something to say: I knocked off the list and won [-] in QAQ in one night, how great I am, I will never do this kind of thing again, why did I suddenly decide to be a good teacher after I applied for the memorial ceremony? , This is simply death, okay, I regret not going to full attendance, is there still time QAQ

Someone asked how Harry got the Crown Prince, so this is the answer, although this answer may not make sense to everyone, ahem, but the author originally designed it like this, please forgive the hard-working author

Fighting [-] in one night, I feel that all the cells in my body are protesting to me, so the author has to leave and don’t call me, good night everyone

☆, magic wand

Ron had never met such a person.

He just stood there with a gentle smile, and even his face was very ordinary, if a group of people passed by his eyes, he felt that he would not be able to see this person at a glance.

However, after seeing it, he felt that he couldn't take his eyes off the other person.

The other party stood there with a faint smile, his eyes were closed, his skin looked a little pale, and his body stood upright.

As if he himself was a luminous body, not eye-catching, but so warm and heart-warming.

Harry pulled Ron, dragged Tom, and walked towards the waiting man.

In December, the UK was covered with snow, and the temperature was unusually low. It was almost evening when the train arrived at the station, and the cold was even more penetrating. Standing on the platform, you could feel the cold wind.

The man stood there without any anxiety.

"Uncle." Harry was always the one who moved the most, "I'm back."

Just as they walked past, the man turned towards them. Even with his eyes closed and blind, he seemed extremely sensitive to everything around him.

When Haryy came in front of him, he had already stretched out his hand and gave his adopted son a hug.

Then he gave Harry a kiss.

"Welcome back."

Ron looked at the man, suddenly didn't know what to say, he even forgot to introduce himself.

"Uncle, this is my classmate, Ron Weasley." Harry was keen to let his uncle know his friend, "Ron, this is my uncle, Harry Evans."

"You... hello..." Ron stammered.

For this person whose gentle breath could infect others, Ron blushed slightly.

"Hello, maybe you would like me to call you Ron." That should be the most familiar name, the most familiar feeling, but Harry Evans would never feel anything about it again, he Facing Ron, his expression was gentle, without excitement or trance, just like he treated his own children, "I'm glad you can come to spend Christmas with us."

"I... I'm happy too," Ron stammered.

To him, the Harry Evans in front of him was just a stranger he had just met.

"Come on, let's go home." Harry took their hands, "Maybe it will be a little uncomfortable... Are you ready?" He had just finished speaking, and the three of them felt a squeeze.

Before the uncomfortable feeling passed, they had already landed.

Harry walked straight into the house.

Snacks were prepared in the house, warmed by the heat preservation spell.

The layout of the room was actually very simple, but it was neat and tidy. The vase on the table contained a bouquet of flowers that Ron didn't know, but the fragrance from this bouquet made people warm and comfortable.

There was a fire burning in the fireplace, and the surrounding doors and windows were tightly closed. Not long after I came back, a comfortable warmth swept over my body and mind.

"Clean up your things first, then wash your hands and eat something, don't eat too much, and dinner will be ready soon." Harry's hand gently patted Ron and Harry, the two people who were most uncomfortable with Apparition of.

"Okay." Harry replied with a smile, pulling Ron up to the second floor.

They don't actually have a guest room here, and three rooms for three people are actually just right, but Harry just arrived at this house and is very uncomfortable with the surrounding environment, because Harry's eyesight is not convenient, so the heavy responsibility of taking care of Harry falls on Tom. Later, Harry gradually came out of the shadows, but he also developed a dependence on Tom, and the room Harry prepared for him alone was never used.

As a result, this room became the current guest room.

After Harry settled Ron properly, he took his luggage and ran away to Tom.

Tom has already tidied up the room.

In fact, he didn't need to clean it up. Harry would clean it carefully when they were away. He just needed to put some books he brought back on the bookshelf.

After Harry ran back, Tom patted his head and went downstairs.

In the kitchen, a tall figure was busy.

His eyes are inconvenient, but he can see things more clearly than anyone else.

"Dad." Tom walked to his side and pulled him back, "We are all back, you should go and rest."

"I should be tired after a day's train ride." Harry looked at him with a faint smile and said, "I stay at home all day long and do nothing, and you let me rest."

"Then let me help you." Tom didn't say much, but insisted on helping.

"Okay." Harry was gentle from the beginning to the end. He suffered some injuries in the early years. After waking up, he forgot a lot of things, and his eyes couldn't see anymore. Living alone is lonely after all. Merlin took care of him. , sent the two children to his side.

No matter what he has been through before, he feels that life is good now.

In his heart, he longed for peace after all.

Ron had a very merry Christmas.

He and Harry went to the Muggle Fair in London. It was not considered safe for a few children to appear on the street, but Harry unexpectedly did not follow them. In his words, children must grow up after all, and Aurora followed them If something happened to the children in the market, Aurora could rush back to report the news. Before that, he didn't want to interfere with the children's activities.

Ron is very interested in the new world, he is very curious about everything, since he is a child, it does not seem strange.

It snowed heavily on Christmas Day, but the house was peaceful and harmonious.

With Tom's help, Harry prepared a big meal. As for the other two, one was a guest who naturally didn't need help, while the other, after all, Tom couldn't bear him to be busy.

"Actually, there's a question I've always wanted to ask," Ron whispered to Harry in the living room, "If it's not convenient for you to answer, that's fine."

"Huh?" Harry was a little puzzled, "Ron, what do you want to ask?"

"Well... I don't seem to have seen Mr. Evans use magic in these many days..." But according to what Harry told him about the other party's adventures, the other party is not a Muggle or a Squib.

When Ron was at home, his mother often used magic to cook. He felt that since Mr. Evans' eyes were not convenient, wouldn't magic help him solve these things better?

"Uncle seldom uses magic," said Harry. It was not a secret that he himself had wondered at the time. "He said he enjoyed doing it himself more. And...uncle, he...doesn't have a wand."

"No wand?" Ron was taken aback.

"Well, Uncle doesn't have a wand. According to Uncle's memories, he probably lost his wand in an accident that year." Harry shook his head.

"So, why not just buy another one?" Although there is a difference between the second wand and the original wand, how can a wizard be without a wand?

"We went to see it, when I was going to school." Harry lowered his head, looking at the wand in his pocket, "Uncle is actually a very picky person, if it doesn't suit him, he won't force himself to use it My own wand caused him to have no wand with him for many years. When I went to pick out a wand, I tried many wands, but I was still wondering if I was a wizard, or why there was no wand suitable for me."

Ron, who didn't know that Harry had such an experience, widened his eyes.

Harry continued: "It was only later that Mr. Ollivander remembered a wand." He took out his own wand, "It's this one, made of holly wood and phoenix feather... When I got it, I noticed something strange , Unlike other wands, I felt a familiar warmth when I got it, and it turned out later that this wand is suitable for me. It is my natal wand."

"Wow." Ron was using his brother's wand at this time, so he didn't know that it was so troublesome to choose a wand.

"However, no one expected that when my uncle took over the wand and was about to hand it to Mr. Ollivander, the wand reacted in my uncle's hand, even more so than in my hand."

"You mean..." A magic wand, belonging to two people?Ron's eyes widened. He had never heard of such a situation.

"Yes, this wand reacted in two people's hands at the same time, even in the uncle's hand... In other words, the uncle is more suitable for it than me, but the uncle gave the wand to Ouyang without any excitement. Mr. Levander, let him pack for me."

Originally, he had been looking for a replacement wand for so many years, but now it actually conflicted with his own wand.

However, my uncle didn't hesitate at all, and he didn't have any nostalgia for this magic wand.

"I've graduated, dear." At that time, the uncle said with a chuckle. "The UK is safe now, I don't need it, but you are going to school, and I will never allow you to use a wand that is not suitable for you."

So, so far, his uncle has no wand in his hand.

But even Harry, who was well protected, knew that Britain was not safe, Voldemort would make a comeback at any time, and at that time, the uncle who raised him would bear the brunt of Voldemort's dealings.

If he wanted to protect his uncle, he had to become stronger himself.

No one knew why Harry's wand wasn't with him.

Maybe only Hermione, who is far away in another time and space, can guess.

Harry Potter is such a decisive person. Since he wanted to withdraw from his own world, how could he allow things belonging to that world to appear by his side?

He was able to give up everything for this, and the magic wand was nothing to him...

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☆, the so-called treasure

Time never gives people a chance to think about everything in front of them. When you regret it, you will miss the time in front of you again.

Just as Harry said to him back then, I never told you my heart when I was most afraid of death.

Life is always ebb and flow, but if the time comes again, he thinks, he will still choose to leave Harry.

Everyone has a different way of protecting their loved ones, just like him back then, and Riddle now.

"Harry." Tom patted Harry's cheek lightly, trying to wake him up.

There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the hospital wing, but no matter how angry Madam Pomfrey was, Tom never left Harry's side.

"Christmas is less than a month away!" Madam Pomfrey was furious, "but this child has suffered such serious damage from black magic, what is going on!"

No one said a single word. Quirrell was tied up by Severus. He opened his mouth as if to scream, but was blocked by Snape's tongue. Quirrell looked at Harry, and as far as he could see His eyes were covered with horror, and no one knew what he was afraid of.

Harry was brought out of Hogwarts by Quirrell. If Riddle hadn't discovered Harry's disappearance, the savior would have become a corpse by now.

The insane Voldemort couldn't wait for the Philosopher's Stone, he urgently needed to give himself a body, and the best candidate for this body seemed to be Harry.

Although it turns out that when Quirrell met Harry, all Voldemort's ideas fell through, and with Lily's blood protection, no one could move Harry's crooked brain.

But Severus also noticed that blood protection must be with Lily's relatives, but Harry has obviously not been by Petunia's side all these years.

But the blood magic still worked.

No one knows why.

Only Tom knows that since the soul piece on Harry's forehead was absorbed by him, he has the most direct connection with Harry. It is not the magic of Harry's mother that has protected him, but the spell that his father cast on the two of them. .

Harry hadn't woken up yet. Although he escaped unharmed, he was seriously injured. Madam Pomfrey drove everyone away after making sure he was fine.

Only Tom insisted on staying by Harry's side and guarding him.

Severus looked at Tom for a while, then turned and left with Quirrell.

Voldemort is no longer with him, but he has taken Quirrell's life and magic.

Even if Quirrell can survive, it is estimated that he will become a squib.

Tom turned his head just in time to see Severus leading Quirrell out the door.

Severus carried Tom on his back, so he didn't see the lingering red light in Tom's eyes.

No one survived hurting his Harry, no one...

Before Harry woke up, Tom was with him in the hospital wing. Even though the Slytherin people had some complaints, these were not important to him.

Quirrell, who was taken away by Severus, died not long after, his magic power and vitality dissipated rapidly, and no one could save him at all.

The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts died, but they couldn't find a new professor to replace them in a short period of time. Quirrell was also unlucky. Obviously, Quirrell has only been teaching for less than half a year.

He set a record for the shortest tenure of the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

So Principal Dumbledore was extremely helpless, and could only let Severus temporarily take the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

Three days later, Harry finally woke up.

Tom was sleeping beside his bed, his eyes were slightly dark, it seemed that he was extremely tired after guarding him for too long.

But when Harry woke up, he just moved slightly, and he was awakened.

"Harry." There was no trace of fatigue in the opened eyes, on the contrary they were extremely clear, not at all like someone who had just woken up.

Harry was silent for a while, then suddenly threw himself into Tom's arms.

Tom patted him on the back lightly, but said nothing.

Harry was so well protected by him and his father, these darkness were not suitable for him to go through, but he was at the center of this storm after all, even if they wanted Harry to stay away from these right and wrong, they might not be able to succeed.

Maybe after the holidays, he should talk to Dad about these things.

"Are you still scared?" he asked softly.

Harry shook his head.

"I just think... how could someone sell his soul, and he sold his body to Voldemort, so what should he do?"

Harry saw the face behind Quirrell with his own eyes, and he really couldn't figure out why someone would sell his soul, and he could see that Quirrell who sold his soul really didn't get much benefit.

"There will always be some people who are eager for power." Tom patted him on the shoulder and said softly.

Harry frowned slightly, he didn't understand these things, he had a straightforward personality, and he only had a half-knowledge of Tom's remarks.

"Don't think about it if you can't figure it out." Tom looked at him in a daze, and smiled softly, "Do you feel uncomfortable? I'll call Madam Pomfrey for you."

Harry shook his head, "I'm hungry."

Tom was stunned for a moment, looked at Harry lowered his head with a blushing face, and finally laughed out loud: "Then I'll get you something to eat, but you can't eat these candies while I'm away, you've just woken up Come."

After the news of Harry's injury spread, many of his good friends sent a lot of gifts. Before he woke up, there were almost as many candies around him as a hill.

Harry turned his head awkwardly, didn't speak, but pouted because Tom had seen through his mind.

Tom ruffled his hair before leaving the hospital wing.

When he went out, Severus happened to be standing outside the door.

He didn't know how long he had stood outside, and how much he had heard. At this moment, he had no intention of avoiding Tom as he was about to come out.

"Professor." Tom wasn't surprised that he was standing outside the door. He didn't want to hide his behavior. Apart from his memory carrying Voldemort's 16-year-old memory, his ability is only a little stronger than his peers. There is no need to hide what you mean.

"Quirrell is dead." Severus said indifferently, "died of the loss of vitality." But when Voldemort left in a hurry, it was impossible to cast such a spell. When he left Quirrell's body, he should be able to take How long is how long.

However, Quirrell is still dead.

"It's no use for him to live, is there?" Tom replied with a polite smile, as if the life that died at his hands didn't matter at all.

"Are you really only eleven?" Severus looked at him warily.

"It is indeed 11 years old since I got this body." Tom replied.

"Why did you approach Harry?"

"What do you think, Professor?" Tom asked without answering.

"You did Quirrell's death." Severus pursed his lips, his eyes sharp.

Tom smiled as gently as ever. If Professor McGonagall was here, she would definitely overlap the gentle and polite student in front of her with the outstanding male student union president many years ago.

Unfortunately, she is not here.

"Damn him, doesn't he?" His voice was extremely cold, and as he brushed past Severus, he added, "Anyone who tries to touch Harry, deserves to die..."

Severus was overwhelmed by the voice that was almost like Parseltongue. For a moment, he even thought that Voldemort was whispering hoarsely in his ear.

He turned around sharply, but the person who was not far behind him just now had disappeared.

He frowned slightly, but then relaxed a little.

Tom Riddle feels too mysterious, but sometimes it's too simple when you think about it.

It seemed that he only existed for Harry, and only Harry could affect his emotions. Most of the time, he was just a gentle and polite Slytherin first-year leader.

Speaking of which, he had promised Dumbledore that he would protect Harry while looking for his lover, but right now, it seemed that Harry didn't need him.

He regards it as a responsibility, but in the end someone treats it as a treasure and gives him the warmest protection and the most sincere affection.

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☆, that year (catch insects)

What belongs to oneself, other people will feel distressed when touched even a little bit, but what does not belong to oneself, even if it falls in front of oneself, I am afraid that I will just blink and not make any statement.

Harry is Tom's treasure, and Quirrell moved him, so Tom killed him.

Even though Snape knew that Quirrell's death must have something to do with Tom, since Tom dared to do it, he would naturally expect someone to guess the reason. Since he dared to do it, he would not be afraid of someone coming to him.

It's just that the safety of the savior involves all aspects. Tom rescued Harry and let them breathe a sigh of relief. Naturally, he would not blame him for this. Quirrell himself was related to Voldemort. It would not be good for anyone if this matter was exposed.

Harry was Snape's treasure, and Snape regarded it as his everything, so they broke up.

Looking back now, the situation at that time was not impossible to solve, but they were too exhausted and too involuntary. Everyone was anxious for them and tried their best for them. Only they chose the most extreme breakup.

What I was persistent and cared about back then was just to make the other party better.

It's just a pity that things in the world often backfire.

Whether it was Merlin who didn't want him to spend his life in comfort, or whether he chose the most stupid way, he didn't know.

Bystanders can always clearly comment on right and wrong, but for the parties involved, reason will always collapse before the facts, and no one can save it.

Everything in those years was too long ago, and the days without Harry were like years, but he always understood that no matter how hard these years were, he still clearly remembered the things he did many years ago, and every thing he told himself, How stupid those choices are.

After all these years, he still remembered the aftermath of the war, when the Ministry of Magic trials had left everyone exhausted.

Scrimgeour is dead, and someone will always take his place.

In order to maintain the prestige of the Ministry of Magic and reduce the wings of the Savior, the Ministry of Magic tried to strictly deal with the Slytherins who fell to the Savior’s side during the war. Even if they were locked up in Azkaban for a year, after they came out, the Ministry of Magic would out of the current state.

The Ministry of Magic was on the verge of collapse, but some people were still desperately defending their own interests, and everyone was extremely busy. Under this circumstance, Granger gradually appeared in people's sights.

After Dumbledore's death, someone finally inherited and surpassed his wisdom and became the existence that suppressed the Ministry of Magic.

"I can't imagine how difficult those people are." Harry would always collapse on the sofa, complaining helplessly, "I never liked the Ministry of Magic, no matter who became the Minister, of course, Hermione Saying that she meant this, if it was her, I don't have any opinion."

"Hmph." Snape looked at the book and snorted coldly.

As the backbone of the resistance against the Death Eaters, he is the person that the Ministry of Magic most wants to invest in Azkaban. It is a pity that Dumbledore left a memory before his death to give him a way to survive, and the savior strongly opposed the opinions of some people in the Ministry of Magic. , he was finally able to stay in Prince Manor safe and sound.

It's just that it's been inconvenient to move recently.

At present, few people know about their relationship. No, it should be said that apart from members of the DA, few people know about their relationship. Things to make a big fuss about.

Snape set spells here, but these spells were only immune to Harry.

Harry always liked to come behind Snape when he wasn't looking, but although he wanted to give him a fright, the other party was too familiar with him, and over time, Harry became bored.

"But Sev, let me tell you, it's rare to see you researching potions recently. Don't you usually do it whenever you have time?" Harry fell on the sofa, with one leg slumped on the ground and the other Lying on the sofa, he himself rested his head on Snape's lap, harassing/harassing him while he was reading.

Snape paused, and put down the book as if nothing had happened: "During the war, it was for you bastards to survive. I can't stay in the potion room forever."

Harry laughed: "It's rare that our Potions master sometimes wants to stay away from the potion room."

"What, you want me to stay there all day?" Snape asked, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

Harry grabbed his collar, pulled him down close to him, stared fiercely into his eyes, and said word by word: "I wish I could smash your potion room."

Snape looked at Harry's green eyes a little absent-mindedly, Harry noticed this, but before he could ask, Snape had already kissed him, when desire/desire hit, the previous point Doubt, just like that dissipated.

This is just a small episode. In the busy days in the future, this kind of situation will often happen, but the person involved does not mention it, and others will not notice it.

Snape had only been to St. Mungo's once, and neither Snape nor Harry knew what diagnosis he had received.

However, everyone could notice that the silence between the two of them had become more and more.

That was an obvious change. The two people who used to be close, now prefer to stay in their own small world. Even if they didn't speak, the atmosphere was very warm, but now when the two of them are together, even the people around A suffocating silence can be felt.

"Harry, is there really no problem between you and Snape?" This situation can be sensed by others, not to mention Hermione, who has always been sensitive.

"It's okay." Harry frowned indistinctly, "Sifer doesn't like to talk like this, he doesn't like anything, sometimes I think a lot about myself, let alone you."

"But it wasn't like this when the two of you were together." Hermione grabbed Harry's shoulder and said sharply, "Come on, Harry, it's okay to deceive Ron with your expression, you think you can Me? Tell me, what happened?"

"Severus always likes to look into my eyes." Harry sighed softly. "Although I think I think too much, but... I would rather think too much myself."

"What the hell are you talking about, Harry?" Hermione frowned at Harry, puzzled.

"Hermione, you know, I found a picture of my mother in his study, a picture of my mother... Do you remember how everyone commented on me?"

"Said you look exactly like your dad, except for the eyes..." Hermione replied casually, and then there was no sound. She looked at Harry, opened and closed her mouth, and the surprise in her heart was pushed into her throat, but she couldn't help it. make any sound.

"You thought about it too, right?" Harry unconsciously stirred the coffee in front of him. He wasn't a coffee drinker before, but the recent frequent insomnia and the affairs of the Ministry of Magic made him need coffee to refresh himself. , It's just that coffee can refresh him, but it can't make him feel cheerful.

"I hope I'm thinking too much, that Severus..." He seemed to want to say something, but he stopped in the end, "Stop it, Hermione, didn't you say that Mrs. Malfoy invited you to meet him today?" Afternoon tea? I'm fine by myself, you go."

"But Harry, this thing..."

"I'll take care of it myself," Harry breathed out, "I trust Severus, I know he's hiding some things from me, but I can always wait until he confesses to me."

"Are you sure?" Hermione frowned, "Although I shouldn't say that, Harry, once an idea sprouts in your heart, you can easily be influenced by it to influence your reason. Think about Sirius, although It’s hard to say...but I think you still need to tell him frankly that there is no way for you to go on like this..."

"I know, I know." Harry nodded, he didn't lose control because of Hermione's mention of Sirius, "I'll figure out a way, don't worry, I know this won't work..."

There is a little blackness in his eyes, which is the result of not sleeping well during this period. The affairs of the Ministry of Magic and Severus have affected him, saying that he doesn't mind being fake, but he always wants to hear how Severus explain.

They both need trust, they both need peace of mind.

That's exactly what Harry thought at the time.

It's just that Harry, who had lost his memory, didn't know how the quarrel started, and Snape, who was thinking about breaking up, naturally didn't remember either.

He only remembered that they were arguing fiercely, and the surrounding furniture was smashed by Harry's magic power, but it wasn't actually arguing, it was Harry's unilateral questioning, or questioning.

"Who have you been looking at through my eyes all these years, and who are you looking at now?" He didn't need to worry about the previous things, so what about now?From the moment he hooked up with Severus?Who is he looking at?

Severus remained silent. Lily's photos were scattered on the ground, unable to withstand the impact of Harry's magic power. The photos developed by the Muggles had long been shattered into powder. The only one who could survive the disaster in the whole house was Dr. Ge To Snape's diagnosis.

Harry only took a look at the thing and didn't pay any further attention.

All he wanted was an answer from Snape, all he wanted was an answer from Snape.

It's just a pity that such an answer finally led to their breakup.

In fact, they just said that they needed time to calm down. This was unilaterally proposed by Harry, but in their hearts, they had already agreed to break up.

Harry left, taking everything that belonged to him, and Spider's End became deserted again. When he woke up in the middle of the night, the pain of frozen bone marrow was very clear.

Later, he never heard from Harry again, except for the potions that he needed to make for Harry every day, but those potions were taken away by owls, so he didn't need to worry about them at all.

That was the last time they met, and the existence he regarded as a treasure was pushed away by himself.

Years later, watching Tom treat Harry like this, inexplicably touched that dusty memory.

Snape stood at the door of the medical wing, looked at the two people inside, and remained silent...

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☆, new colleagues

Harry lived in the medical wing for a while, during which time all visits were blocked by Tom, and Tom stayed in the medical wing almost all the time except for class time to look after Harry.

With Tom's protection, h