[HP] When a son dresses up as an old man

February 2004, 5

Greetings on the birthday of my death, to my beloved Professor SeverusSnape, I am Harry, I am fine now...

Harry would often go to see Albus with everyone. In Harry's mind and in the minds of many people, Albus was a great man, a great man worthy of people's memory forever.There are always flowers and greetings at his grave, and of course sweets, as well as woolen socks.Throughout the year, there will be little magicians who come here to admire the glory of the martyrs in front of the tombstone, which makes Albus's cemetery almost become a tourist attraction.

On the contrary, Snape's grave was deserted, and almost no one except Harry and Malfoy visited him.Even Harry didn't go there very often. During the year, Harry only went to visit Snape's grave on the anniversary of Snape's death. Snape was alone, alive or dead.It wasn't that Harry was being cold, he just didn't think it was necessary, and Snape probably wouldn't welcome his interruption, and even if he came, what's the point?

To be dead is to be dead, the tombstone won't speak or move, Snape won't look at him with that disgusted look, won't sneer at him anymore, don't need to continue to protect him, and don't need to suffer any more.It's actually pretty good...

No one visited for a year, and the area around the cemetery was already covered with weeds. Harry cleaned it up quietly, without using any convenient spells, and just wanted to do something for him with his own hands. He had never done anything for him, even picking Something as simple as the next leaf.Put a bouquet of lilies in full bloom in front of the tomb, and the rich fragrance of the flowers fills the air.

It's been a long time since he recalled Snape, not that he forgot, but not often.Six years had passed, and in Harry's memory, Snape's cold, pale face was never blurred.Occasionally, it flashes past, bringing a trace of melancholy ripples, and then immediately dissipates like morning dew in the morning light.

Harry would often go back to Hogwarts for a walk, Snape's dungeon had already changed hands, the new Potions professor was an old pedant with thick bottle-bottomed glasses and a preference for black clothes, his pale hair was always greasy Tired, he would sit in front of that desk and correct his homework, and he would stand in that laboratory to brew potions... The white smoke evaporated, exuding a bitter fragrance, but he could never regain the original feeling. Taste it.

Growth always numbs you until you don't feel anything at all.Occasionally, he would suddenly walk to the door of Snape's house in Spider's End, a door that separated time and space, Harry was on this side, and the professor was on the other side.Sometimes I would gently knock on the door to see if the professor would come out and answer the door.In the silent waiting, I sat on the steps and watched the time go by, for no reason, I just wanted to wait for a while.

When you are young, people can laugh freely and cry freely, but that will eventually dry up. Harry used to think that only heart-piercing pain could drive a person crazy.Now I know that the slight regret and soft melancholy can also be the most ruthless sharp edge.

Talking to himself at the door, directing and acting, imagining that Snape would come out and lecture him, maybe say it's been a while, with a smile of fake relief...but the hands would shake, Harry knew, because his heart was shaking. Snape is dead, no one lives here, no one will answer the door again... Tell yourself that every time, this is the last time he will be stupid, just look back, just one, and then he will walk away calmly.But every time I go around and around, I always return to the original point.

Snape's grave had been swept clean and tidy again, with black tombstones like the black clothes Snape always wore.There was no one else around, Snape wasn't Albus, and there wouldn't be hordes of wizards honoring him. Harry sat down quietly beside the tombstone. He had never shed a single tear at Snape's grave, because it was of no value and would only disgust Snape.

Harry knew that Snape didn't need anyone to remember him after death, or anyone to bother him, all he needed was a bouquet of lilies.Don't ask Harry why he knew, he lived in this world, the last person who knew Snape, no one knew better than him.

His and Ginny's wedding was at the end of September. Harry put the invitation that belonged to Snape together with the lilies, and the bronzing lettering was printed on the envelope, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun and complementing the pure white of the flowers.

"I've thought about it," Harry said.

"The name of Ginny and I's child. Although we don't have a child yet, there will always be."

"Albus Severus Potter, what do you think? I think this name is...a great man."

"Why is Albus's name in front of yours? Haha! I knew you would ask that."

"Because Albus is greater than you, you have to admit it. He died for the peace of the wizarding world, and you died for..."

The wind was so strong that it lifted the collar of Harry's windbreaker and whined past his ears, so that Harry could hardly hear his own voice.Leaning his head sideways on the edge of the tombstone, the cold stone is like that cold person.

"Well, let me tell the truth..."

"Severus Potter... Severus and Potter..." Harry will always remember that just before Snape's death, he was so close to those dark eyes, to that bloody heart, to... Snape poured his life's love into him.

Snape was the bravest man he had ever met!Always will be!

Tightening his collar, with a slight smile, Harry's figure gradually drifted away.In front of the cold tombstone at the back, lilies swayed in the wind, against the white letter, and the hot golden font shone in the sun... There will always be regrets in life.

So Harry Potter wants to live well, to live better than anyone else...

It happened that day, without warning, without any reason, the night before Harry's wedding.Difficult to sleep, eyes closed all the time but just can't fall asleep, as if every pore is open, Harry even felt that he could feel the flow of air.

The night was quiet and dizzy like water. Tomorrow is his wedding. The process is the result of everyone's joint discussion. Weddings are always like this. It seems to be deliberately embarrassing the groom. The cumbersome process almost makes Harry think that he will shed his hair for it. A layer of skin, thinking about it, made Harry a little annoyed.

"You let him live just so that he can die in due time?"

"Don't panic, Severus. How many men and women have you seen die?"

"Recently, there are only people I can't help... You used me!"

Harry turned around extremely anxiously, could not help frowning tightly, and pulled the quilt over his head.

"I spied for you, fabricated lies for you, and risked death for you. All this is said to be to ensure the safety of Lily Potter's son. Now you tell me that you raise him like a cat waiting to be killed pig!"

"How touching, Severus, are you really starting to like that boy?"

"Like him? Call God to protect you!"

ah!I'm bored, I'm bored! Harry was so irritable that he grabbed the pillow next to him and covered his face, a slight sense of suffocation came to his senses along with the heat wave.He should have gotten those damn memories out of his head long ago!Thinking like this, I don't know how long it has passed.

Finally, the tiredness of looking forward to the whole night gradually came up, and Harry could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat and breathing.Eyelids twitching, Harry closed his eyes... Now, he can sleep soundly...

The dream, like a messy lens, reflected colorful light, leading Harry into that fantasy-like world.His body was so light that it seemed to be only the weight of a piece of paper. He was swept up by the breeze and floated into the air, soaring under the night.

Harry sailed with the wind, mountains and rivers at his feet.There was a small spot of light right in front of him, and as he kept approaching, that spot of light was gradually getting bigger and more dazzling. Harry instinctively raised his arms to block the light that stung his eyes...

"Haha! You should really see his face at that time, it's so unforgettable."

"Bloated like a pig, James, good job!"

"Don't make a fuss about Sirius, it's just a simple spell, it's a piece of cake for me! I will have more interesting spells, and I can try it out on that guy someday."

"Maybe I can hang him upside down and show people his underpants, I bet there's a hole in it."

"Oh, no! James, you're wrong, maybe he's too poor to wear underwear! Merciful Merlin, please give me a pair of underwear!"

"Ha ha!"

The boys and girls around burst into laughter, Harry was still floating in mid-air, everything in front of him was both familiar and strange, he was dreaming, right? Training, but also saw the father.Yes, Harry recognized those teenagers, James, Sirius, Lupin, Petter...they were all so young.

What are they laughing at?Who did the father bully again? Harry wondered, how could he have such a strange dream?

"Look! James' broom!"

"Merlin! Stop it!"

"James!"

The scene was very chaotic, Harry didn't realize what happened, he was floating like duckweed, he just felt a powerful force coming towards him, as if being tightly attracted by a magnet. Harry struggled to get rid of it, but could only be carried away by this force powerlessly.Immediately afterwards, a burst of severe pain swept through Harry's whole body. Someone hit his head with a stick. Under the severe pain, nothing but darkness remained in Harry's world...