[HP] This deer is not a deer

Maybe Snape had forgotten him, he thought.

Harry squatted in a bush by the lake far away from the castle, turned his head and glanced at his furry body, it hadn't changed in two months, Harry was a little unaccustomed to it, he stood up and stomped straight hoof, and then slowly walked towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

Looking at the edge of the Forbidden Forest from a distance, there is nothing on the empty and silent edge.It's been two months, Snape should have completely forgotten him long ago, right?He's just a deer.Harry paused, walked over slowly, got into the bushes next to him, climbed down and waited quietly.

Two hours have passed.

It was completely dark, Harry raised his head, his short tail swayed slightly, time passed slowly, and the sky seemed to make his mood darker.

After a while, Harry finally stood up and turned to leave.

Snape didn't come.

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Monday.

Hogwarts was full of excitement, Harry tried to divert his attention, however, this did not prevent him from running into Snape.

He had just finished Transfiguration and was walking briskly down the hallway with Ron. Hagrid's next was Fantastic Creatures, and they had to hurry outside the castle.

"Don't let us have those snails again... I guarantee, no one will like that..." Ron was whispering.

Harry turned his head to look at Ron and was about to speak when he stopped suddenly.

Snape just happened to walk over, Harry's eyes kept sweeping towards Snape, Snape looked at them coldly, turned and walked in another direction, they didn't really meet.

Ron let out a sigh, "I thought the old bat was coming towards us."

Harry nodded indiscriminately, and continued walking in suspense.Snape's attitude towards them was always like this, like the stare staring at him, Harry felt a little strange, maybe it was depression?He decided to put Snape behind him, he should think about the next class, especially Hagrid's snails were enough to cause headaches, and hope he didn't mess with other strange creatures.

Harry was determined to forget everything about Snape.

But he still had to go to Potions class, and it was hard for Harry to stop thinking about it. Compared with Snape, Harry was more willing to think about the letter from Sirius. He sent the letter to Sirius before the school started, but when Now there is no audio.He was hoping to get a word from Sirius...

Compared to this, it annoyed Harry to always think of Snape for no apparent reason.

He didn't understand why he still thought of the old bat. Harry felt suffocated and restless occasionally, but he always thought about Snape, what Snape... was doing, and why he didn't appear anymore.

Obviously it's not important anymore.

No, that's not the case, a voice in his heart argued quietly.That forced Harry to deny it, he cared a lot, that old man had been with him for a whole year, and he had forgotten him so easily?Old man, Harry murmured to himself, muttering the title deliberately through gritted teeth.

However, he did something stupid in his own opinion, and on Friday, he went to wait for Snape again.

But Snape still didn't come.

Another week passed.

Harry came alone and continued to wait.

He lay down beside a big tree on the edge of the Forbidden Forest in a daze. He clearly knew that the chance of Snape appearing here was slim, but he still appeared here.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't care, but he wasn't as disappointed as he was at first... Harry just waited silently, he didn't know what he was doing.

The evening twilight was almost fading away.

The grounds of Hogwarts were empty and cold, and almost no one passed by outside, or hurried back to the castle.Snape and Professor Sprout strode back towards the castle together, Snape frowned slightly, listening to Sprout, they were discussing about the Goblet of Fire, but obviously he This topic is not very happy.

"I don't think so, judging by the group of uninformed students at the school, especially when I heard that their Defense Against the Dark Arts class last year, they didn't learn much, maybe even a poor Even goblins can't be killed." Snape replied casually, and he occasionally glanced in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, the air was very cold, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"No, Severus, how can you say that?" Prowston disagreed, "They don't need to kill anything, I think Cedric of Hufflepuff is fine then, and he's fine." There's Ravenclaw..."

"Ravenclaw? If it's just a written test, I think it's a matter of course." Snape twitched his lips, but his eyes were calm and didn't even fall on Sprout.

Suddenly, he stopped, and Sprout was surprised for a moment, then turned and asked, "Severus, what's the matter?"

"No, it's nothing." He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and he didn't seem to want to continue discussing with Sprout. He suddenly turned around and said, "I think there are still some things that haven't been settled. You can go first." He finished , striding towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest, Sprout's somewhat angry expression disappeared from Snape's sight...

The castle was left behind by him, and Snape's pace slowly slowed down the closer he got to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

……

The surrounding area was empty, and the sky was almost completely dark, leaving only a glimmer of light, and he continued to walk forward.

He didn't think the deer was still around, he might just want a redundant excuse to get away from the annoying noise, but it was undeniable that Snape's eyes wandered inadvertently as he passed the edge of the forbidden forest.

I just glanced in this direction subconsciously.

It's not important, but Snape subconsciously recalled the appearance of that little guy, young, lonely, always seems to fall down, bright eyes, wet, timid... But I don't know why he always follows him. Nasty guy.

Snape gradually walked towards the familiar place, the Forbidden Forest was dangerous enough for an ordinary fawn.

Or it's dead.Snape quickly walked to the place where they had met before, and he squinted his eyes—under the dark sky, under the shadow of the big face, a small figure seemed to be crouching low, not conspicuous.Snape's dark eyes flashed, and the next second, he was striding forward quickly.

Harry was lying on the ground in a daze, staring blankly at the approaching figure, as if Snape's arrival had confused him.

Those round eyes stared straight at Snape blankly, and raised his head that was lying on the ground, but he didn't get up to meet Snape.Snape paused, slowed down, and walked in front of him.

He had grown up a lot, and his body had become much slender, but in Snape's eyes, it still looked a little like a stupid Gryffindor.

Otherwise, it shouldn't allow a strange human to get so close, it completely forgets its own identity.

He's just a deer.

Snape walked up to him, the tall figure was so close that Harry turned his head uncomfortably, trying to hold his head high without retreating.Snape slowly reached out his hand, touched the raised little head, and gently rubbed it.

"Are you still here?" he asked in a low voice.

Harry turned his head slightly, as if expressing his dissatisfaction.

The palm that fell on his head never moved away, Snape was always silent towards him, he gently rubbed his palm against his head, and finally said a word dryly and silently, "I don't know you Still there."

Listening to his dry report, Harry twitched the tips of his ears slightly, but his body relaxed slowly, and turned his head to look furtively at Snape.

Snape lowered his eyes, looked at him carefully, and slowly relaxed his hand, rubbing his cheek, only to be stared at by those lively eyes.

After a while, Snape said slowly, "I'm not sure I'll always be here."

His words made Harry pause slightly, and turned to look at him subconsciously. Snape noticed his reaction, but didn't think Harry understood what he said.

"If you're willing to wait for me." He just said flatly.

Harry froze, looking up into Snape's calm, emotionless black eyes.

Nothing happened, but Harry had a strange feeling... as if something was seeping through the air, seeping into his blood little by little, calm and delicate but terrifyingly sour.

It seems that nothing was said, nothing was done, so plain.

But Harry firmly remembered Snape at this moment, his face, those black calm eyes... Harry couldn't forget it no matter what.

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