[HP] Sickness and Medicine

The hand supporting the floor tightened slowly, like her heart shrunken by humiliation: "Even if you don't recognize, care about, or accept my feelings for you, please don't frame it like this. I Love you, but want nothing from you..."

"Ask for nothing else?" Severus questioned her contempt, like a teleologist to a naturalist: "Then why did you say - love me?"

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Dolores pursed her lips and fell silent. This was the second time he had questioned her like this.It's a pity, without the bewilderment of the love potion, without the encouragement of the confusion potion, even if there are thousands of answers in her heart, they are all stuck in her throat and difficult to pour out.

"Can't answer it? I know it!" Severus snorted disdainfully: "What do you say about love for nothing? It's just an illusion for your own entertainment! Whether you love me or not, it doesn't matter at all." Nothing to do with me because you're kidding yourself and never really knew me! You just borrowed my name, Severus Snape, without permission!"

"No, I'm not deceiving myself!" Dolores grabbed the hem of his clothes and begged in a terrified voice, "Use the Dementor Curse! I am willing to let you watch my memories, and they will prove to you that I am Feelings!"

"Boring!" Severus shook her off, his black eyes moved away directly: "Who wants to go into your Flyagaric brain to see those daydreams! Get up, take Good job with your paper, get out of my office!"

Dolores was at a loss and kept her head up, until she noticed the Pensieve on his desk, and then she got up as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "I'll show you! I'll show you! "

Severus instantly understood her intentions, pressed her shoulders with one hand to stop her, and waved his wand with the other to disperse the silver-white substance drawn from her temples: "I said, I'm not interested! Don't just Casually put your trash in such a precious magic item!"

"Severus—" Dolores turned pale with shock at his description, "You said it was, it was..." She didn't have the courage to repeat the word.

"Anyway—" Severus paused, and changed his words somewhat unnaturally: "That kind of thing that I don't know."

"Severus, you said that I have never really known you, but how have you ever really known me?" Tears began to slide down Dolores' cheeks like broken beads: "You don't know me , how do you know that I don't understand you either?"

"I'm not arguing with you." As if burned by her tears, Severus shrank his pupils and hastily turned his gaze to the shining silver Pensieve: "But I will give you a chance to find out that you are wrong. Dream After you wake up, don’t thank me! Don’t bother me!”

"What..." Dolores blinked in confusion, and then she shed a handful of crystal clear tears.

"Come here—" Severus pushed her to the Pensieve with an irritable expression on his face, and pushed her head into the Pensieve in a posture of drowning her: "Just let you see real me--"

Dolores, who had no time to react, felt the world turned upside down in an instant, spinning and falling rapidly in a cold and dark passage.At the end of the passage, the sky was bright, and it was the auditorium she was all too familiar with.She stretched out her hand to the sun in a daze, but the sun passed through without hindrance, making the smooth floor reflective.

"Turn back." Severus said behind him.

"This is—" Before turning her head, Dolores was the first to notice the familiar variegated brown among the rows of heads writing.

"My memory." Severus stepped aside, revealing a pale boy with dark hair.

Dolores looked over in response to the reputation, then hastily lowered her head, hiding the flood of nostalgia in her eyes.

"This is me at the age of 16." Severus showed a sneer, hiding another complicated disappointment: "This is the test room for the ordinary wizarding level exam Defense Against the Dark Arts 20 years ago. Oh, it's almost Our age difference."

Dolores still bowed her head and said nothing, but Flitwick, who was the invigilator, announced that the exam was over, and the students rushed out of the exam room impatiently.

The young Severus hunched over behind the crowd, walking stiffly like a cramp. The adult Severus didn't explain it, but Dolores knew the reason.

She clearly remembered that he barely got up from the hospital bed in the school hospital to take the exam.The day before, he had clashed with the Marauders again, and the combination of James Potter's and Sirius Black's blasting spells had broken both of his legs.

Pomfrey's Skele-Gro was effective, but the newly repaired bones were hard to bear.He even fell down the stairs, but no one helped him. From the cellar to the auditorium on the first floor, the passing Slytherins turned a blind eye, and Hufflepuff stayed away.When she plucked up the courage to walk away from her companion, he had already got up by himself and staggered away.

The young Severus looked at the test papers all the way, but how could the test papers he had just finished be so good-looking?He was just using this to avoid the probing eyes and rude pointers of others.

Most of the fifth-grade students were resting and chatting on the grass by the lake. He seemed to just want to pass through, but the robbers saw him.The conflict broke out instantly, and he reacted quickly enough, but he was still a step behind the attacker.

"Except your weapons!"

"There are many obstacles!"

Potter and Black, who shot successively, knocked the young Severus, who had lost his wand, to the ground.

"That's it." With a wave of his wand, the adult Severus silenced the voices of the ensuing dispute, and took a step forward, not only in front of Dolores, but also with his back to the crowd, and his back to a person from the lake. The girl who came running.

"This is also my side." He said in a deep voice: "At the age of 16, I had no friends, and only made one or two wrong companions; I didn't have the aura of a potions master, I was just an ordinary student; I didn't have the status of a potions professor. Only a few nasty enemies. If you knew me like this, you'd still..."

"I will." Dolores replied firmly, she suddenly smiled, and walked towards a girl hiding in a corner with an anxious face until they overlapped with her.

The girl looked at the young Severus, and she looked at the adult Severus: "If this was me at 16, would you let me like you?"

Severus frowned immediately: "Why is she here?"

Now it was Dolores' turn to be surprised: "You know her?"

"Yeah. Dolores Mitchell." Severus replied immediately, adding another word as if nothing had happened: "It's the same name as you."

His words caused Dolores to quickly separate from her former self, and like him to deliberately cover, she barely showed surprise: "Is it such a coincidence?"

"It's a coincidence." Severus became thoughtful: "You have more similarities than just a name."

Dolores didn't dare to speak easily for a while, not sure which aspect he noticed.They have the same soul, apart from the physical body, where else can they be different?

However, her silence this time, Severus didn't care.His eyes looked beyond her in this life and her in the previous life, obsessively chasing a distant figure.The long red hair fluttered behind her head like a blazing flame, causing her eyes to be stung instantly when she turned her head.

She almost exhausted all her strength, and threw him to the ground. The two of them involuntarily rose into a cold and damp passage, and were thrown out by the Pensieve while flipping rapidly, and fell together on the wet and cold floor of the cellar.

"What are you doing?" Severus angrily pushed Dolores away from him, "What's going on?"

"You..." Dolores originally wanted to ask him why she would rather look at her memory and miss the old person who died young than look down at her standing in front of him.

But she found that she was not qualified to ask such a question.Why didn't she greet every sunrise and sunset alone with his magic wand after he passed away, and watched her aging from the mirror alone, walking towards the grave step by step.Reborn or not, she is the one who is more stubborn.

"Don't you have anything to say?" Severus stood up holding the table, returning to his aloofness at the beginning: "Then don't bring those absurd words in front of me again from now on."

He summoned the parchment scattered all over the floor, as well as the frosted glass jar that had been dropped on the ground for a long time, repaired the bottom edge that was knocked off, and put them together in the corner of the desk: "Take them, and you can leave."

Dolores raised her head following his movements: "What is this?"

"Dr. Ubbly's Oblivious Unction." Severus turned the glass jar upside down: "Unlike flattering oil, it is a solid oil that can only be applied externally." .More, you check the information yourself.”

"I know it. It can heal the damage caused by the tentacles of the brain, or relieve the mental trauma in the abstract sense. Then—" Dolores nodded her head: "Can I experience its effect?"

Looking across her pale, tear-stained face, Severus did not give a clear affirmative answer, but twisted open the metal lid of the glass jar with one hand.He dipped a small dollop with his fingertips, bent down, and wiped it on her smooth forehead.

Before he stopped and stood up, Dolores hugged his neck violently, causing him to fall on top of her.Without waiting for him to say any more evil words, she directly pressed her forehead against his forehead, gently rubbed it back and forth, and said first: "When I came, you were angry, so I think you need it too."

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