When the savior is no longer the savior

, faintly like the whispering of a kitten, as if resisting, as if catering... Then he suddenly woke up.In a panic, he pushed the person on him away, his face was blushing, and he looked at a loss: "Teacher, professor?"

Snape followed Harry's strength and stood up. He looked down at the boy, his eyes were a bit complicated, but more of them were still cold.He reached out and easily lifted Harry's right hand - where a wand was already firmly held.

"Praise Mr. Ravens for his adaptability and vigilance." Snape smirked, then raised his eyebrows, "It just makes people wonder, why didn't Mr. Ravens point his wand at his professor this time? Just Like you did an hour and a half ago."

Harry didn't understand at all what was going on now: "I was really in a hurry before... As for now? No one is in danger now, and I don't think it's necessary... Uh, pointing a wand at you."

"So, are you sure I won't hurt you? Even in the circumstances just now?" Snape asked.

Harry was taken aback.

"Obviously," Snape smiled, his eyes gleaming with the pleasure and joy of successful revenge, "it's not me, but you, Mr. Ravens, who has always been inexplicably trusting. If you want to know why I-negligence To the effect that the ground was hit by you, this is the answer."

The smile in his eyes slowly faded, and once again returned to the usual deep darkness—so gloomy and cold: "I feel puzzled and troubled by your attitude, that's all."

"...Harry? Harry?" El called.

Startled, Harry broke free from the memory: "Um...? What?"

"I've called you so many times, it's almost time for class," Il said, looking at Harry, "Are you sleepy?"

"Basically didn't sleep yesterday." Being reminded like this, Harry felt like he was going to yawn again.

Il expressed sympathy, and immediately said, "You haven't told us what punishment Snape gave you."

What punishment?In fact, in the end Snape let him go back without saying anything. Of course, he didn't have the nerve to stay even a little longer... But, did his relationship with Professor Snape become strange?

Harry was a little irritable, he scratched his hair: "It's nothing, a little thing... After all, I wasn't caught, I can solve it, Il."

Il snorted, and stopped asking further questions.

The three of them went down side by side with their books. After going down two flights of stairs, Draco squinted at Harry and Il with gray-blue eyes, and said, "Sit together in class?"

Harry nodded.Il gestured and fisted at Draco from where Harry couldn't see.

Draco snorted disdainfully, shrugged his shoulders, and went to the direction of the classroom first after saying hello.

And Il, who watched Draco walk around the corner, stopped slowly.

"Il?" Harry asked a little confused.

"Well, it's like this, um, Harry, Christmas is coming..." Il stammered.

"Huh? Want to give me a present?" Harry smiled narrowly.

"So—it's a gift," Il cleared his throat, his face flushed a little, "Well, would you like to come to my house for Christmas? Harry, we can spend it together."

"Together?" Harry repeated unconsciously.

"Christmas together," Earl affirmed.

Harry's eyes finally fell on Il's face.

This was a rare fine weather, the sun broke through the thick clouds, penetrated the glass of Hogwarts, and shone on the boy beside him, smudged with a light layer of warm golden light.

The brown-eyed boy smiled at him in the morning light, so brilliant and dazzling without any haze.

Severus Snape ([-])

I seem to start paying attention to that child.

When I realized that my eyes had once again slipped unconsciously to the child sitting on the long Slytherin table eating quietly, I suddenly looked back, slightly dazed in annoyance.

When did it start?

Since yesterday when he told me "I will answer whatever you ask", or since he said "this little thing won't affect our relationship", or the moment I took him to Diagon Alley, I have already Unconsciously paying attention to that child? ...

Bad development without a doubt!

Annoyed, I thought of shoving the last few bites of food into my mouth, turning around and striding out of the restaurant, trying to get away from that damned brat - but obviously, unsuccessfully.

In just one afternoon, I was in the staff lounge (God knows why I chose this place), saw the professors come in three times, and heard about the kid twice.

Aha, Il Potter, Il Potter, another Potter!He uttered queer words when he was arguing in the hallway, and got the kid thrown out by Pince in the library!I really can't understand what to expect from this Potter, just as I can't understand why Lily—

I didn't think about it any further.

After all, it has been so long since then.

I didn't do anything all afternoon, I was extremely annoyed, but I had nowhere to vent it. Just then the prefect came to see me, so I asked him to notify the child to go to my office.

The prefect politely agreed, and turned to leave with the thick parchment in his arms.

But I felt a little bit regretful—what did you call that kid over here for?I have no plans to meet him... no, maybe there is?

After all, since last night, I have been thinking about how to use potions to treat the various problems on the child - there is no doubt that if Dumbledore knew about the child's physical problems, he would definitely aggravate them without hesitation. The burden of his potions professor, for his so-called "love and justice", he can turn a blind eye to werewolves and half giants, what is a child in poor health?

Since it should be my business sooner or later, it's okay to do it earlier.Convincing myself in this way, I walked towards the Potions Office, and halfway remembered that Pince said that a batch of new books had arrived recently, so I turned to the library again, but I didn't expect to meet that child, Draco, and Potter.

How long has it been, are they still dawdling here?

I was a little displeased, and was about to go out, when I heard Draco ask that child if he offended me, and said that he could come to me to intercede.

To offend, to intercede?I just sneered in my heart, when I saw the child imitate my expression in a weird way, lowered his voice and said to Draco, "This is useless".

I should be angry, after all, he obviously doesn't have much respect for me by doing such a thing, doesn't he?

However, at the same time, when I heard his voice, I also saw—no, I don’t need to see the smile hidden in his eyes, even just listening to the voice that should be pretending to be low, but still slightly raised at the end, is enough I described the way he spoke: smiling, sly, and playful.

Not mocking, just teasing.

So...a little prank, not too overwhelming, is it?

I found that I was not angry.

But if he thinks I'm going to ignore it, he's wrong.

Draco, who happened to be standing face to face with the kid, had already seen me, and I walked up with a smirk, praising him for his "knowledge of his professor", and then it was almost pleasant to see the kid's facial expression change from surprise to It turned dull, then annoyed and frustrated, and finally, he looked at me blushingly and said it was an accident, and he had no other intentions...

Of course I know it was an accident, but that doesn't stop me from getting some interest on my wasted afternoon, does it?I thought happily.

However, he really blush easily...

I brought him back to the Potions Office, and the moment I opened the door, I found that the child shivered and grimaced at the dim light.

What a delicate brat.I am not very satisfied.But then he remembered his body and stopped thinking about it.

Unexpectedly, after entering the door, the child spoke out first, apologizing for what happened last night.

...Did he think I was looking for him about what happened last night?

His expression was very sincere, but also a little sad. He commented that what he said yesterday was "inappropriate".

Should he be praised for his self-discipline?I thought, but I didn't feel happy—well, I should be happy, after all, I got rid of a possible trouble—his expression made me inevitably think of the previous night, wasn't he exactly Say "I'm sorry", "It was an accident", "No other effects" to me with this expression?

Out of the anger that burst out at an unknown time in my heart, I expressed my indifference and meanness to him.

as I expected.

Although he was stabbed so hard that he couldn't speak, he obviously didn't take those words to heart. He was just a little helpless, as if he was forgiving his friend's shortcomings.

. . . the thought of it is really uncomfortable.

But actually, it's not that annoying.

I've had enough of spoiled brats who can teary-eyed and explode with just a few words.

Next, without wasting any more time, I explained why I called him here—his body.

He didn't seem to care too much, and even echoed what I said, if I didn't see his unconsciously clenched hands, I'm afraid I would have thought that he really didn't care as much as he showed.

But how is it possible?

He is only 11 years old.

He doesn't even know what the world is like.

If it was another kid, he could still say that he was ignorant and fearless, but this kid...

This kid is different.

Yes, I don't mince words about that.He is indeed different, whether it is from his own ability or the secrets he concealed, or even the maturity and tolerance that few people possess...

I suddenly wanted to observe him.

With a humble background, but was assigned to the noble Slytherin; with excellent magical talent, but it seems destined to die soon; and living under violence for a long time... I wonder, this child will eventually go what kind of road.

He is similar to me back then, and he is as different from me as the sky.

I finally told him that I would be tutoring him in potions, three days a week.

The kid was surprised, as if he didn't expect me to say that at all, and then said to me "There is no need to do that at all!" in a firm and fierce tone.

It's amazing.I smiled inwardly.

I thought his attitude towards me would always be soft and soft because of guilt.

Merlin knew exactly how he was sorry for me.

It didn't take me too much effort to convince a child, although I used some unscrupulous means... Well, I didn't think about it, what Dumbledore said about myself "trusting, being close, and being defenseless" How could the boy think that Dumbledore would kick him out of school because of his poor health?

It's ridiculous.

Am I wrong about how smart he is?

or……

Just because I care too much, so I can't understand it?

In the dim light of the potions office, I saw the boy leaning back on the sofa, weak from my words.

Compared to his body, the black sofa was astonishingly large.

My eyes moved to his face, his face was very pale, there was a very light layer of crimson on his cheeks, his lips were blue, and even his body was trembling slightly.

Is it low-grade fever?All in all, undeniably unhealthy.

But it's not ugly, and it can even arouse some people's special preferences.

...but I guess, I won't be one of those perverts.

He has no strength to resist.But it's not as painful as before.

Yes, obviously, he is good at tolerance and is used to tolerance, even for the harm others do to himself.

I hope it's due to his character.

Unfortunately, judging from the scars on his body, I'm afraid I have to guess that it is really just a "habit".

Because of being forced to accept too much damage.

I went on and told him that if he had any other lessons he wanted to learn besides teaching potions for his body, I would try to connect him - like I said before, I'd love to see this kid grow up , so these should be regarded as my compensation for observing him-but he must pay for it.

...well, he completely ignored my remark about the cost!

I don't deny that I'm angry, and return the sarcasm as I'm used to - but then, what do I see?

He actually laughed out loud in front of me?

I must have looked bad--it was evident that I was feeling very badly.

But this time, the apparently fully recovered - damn it - brat got ahead of me and said "thank you".

Thank you.

I look at him.

He sat up straight on the sofa, with his head slightly lowered, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but from the exposed tight jaw line, it was completely inferred that he was saying this sentence with a serious attitude.

Yes, of course, I certainly deserve his thanks for everything I've done.

He and I were not related, but I sacrificed so much time and materials - I obviously had to use my personal collection when teaching him about potions - to help him.

He should be grateful to me as a matter of course.

I can also accept this gratitude without guilt.

……

Only, I'm afraid, this will be the sincerest gratitude I've ever received in my life.

From the past to the present.

Severus Snape ([-])

Potter of Gryffindor courting Ravens of Slytherin.

Sprout made the remark jokingly in the staff room on Thursday.

Quirrell, who had just returned from class, happened to overhear him, stammering about Potter's almost farce-like boldness in class yesterday.

McGonagall was obviously quite angry, but the other professors laughed kindly, and some people talked about Potter and Lily back then.

Potter and Lily back then!

The quill in my hand scratched the parchment.

Yes, yes, I will never forget how the arrogant, stupid, and arrogant Potter chased Lily with a face - no doubt, more than ten years later, I saw another Exactly the same Potter!Even if he was also Lily's child - oh well, Severus, you know, Lily was already Potter too.

She was already a Potter.

I suddenly realized the impatience in my heart.

...for Lily?

No, no, of course not.Not Lily, of course, but you see, their kids, Lily's and Potter's kids, were all that old—older even than when he and Lily had known each other.

...or, you're right, Lily.

You are always right.

We should all be looking forward and not dwelling on the past, that doesn't make sense.

Meaningless.

The sudden bad mood made me no longer want to grade any homework-damn, why do I have to grade these troll-level things that are full of mistakes? !

I packed my things angrily, ignored Flitwick who had just walked into the staff lounge, strode out the door, and walked towards the office in the cellar—it’s time for tutoring, another whole night, damn it, West Fleurs, you must have been under the Imperius Curse in the first place to ask to teach potions to that brat!

The 5-minute journey didn't go very well, and at the end of the corridor on the first floor, I met Dumbledore in pajamas with the pattern of the stars and the moon - he must have preferred this - pattern.He spent 5 minutes talking to me about the weather, another 10 minutes reviewing the new sweet and sour bar (what was that?), and then telling me in the last minute that he knew I was tutoring Ray Vince, and let me pay more attention to that kid.

Ten past eight, without any suspense, I was late.

The kid stayed by the door and seemed to be waiting for a while.

At least he was on time.My anger subsides a little.Or give him the key to my office next time, provided of course he doesn't try to destroy or misappropriate anything from me... no, if it's some modest potion ingredients, then forget it.

For my lateness - damn Dumbledore - the kid showed no emotion, just greeted me very docilely, then prepared the tools with a touch of hands and feet, and started cooking.

Not more than 3 minutes.

I silently estimated the time, and the anger in my heart calmed down a little.

Looking over again, I found that the child had already started to deal with the sap grass - the method was okay.Then, the courses in the third and fourth grades are no longer difficult for him... No, let's wait, at least after making sure that he can handle every potion proficiently.

The kid looked a little nervous.

Is it because of my gaze?I thought about it, observed for a while, and made sure that he had done a good job so far (and that he would indeed be nervous because of my gaze), before I lowered my head and continued with the work I hadn't finished before—even trolls don't bother to make corrections Gu's homework!

With the company of one more person, it seems that even time will go faster.

I clearly felt the frequent sight coming from somewhere in front of me, and I was a little annoyed that the bloody brat—couldn't he just concentrate on brewing the potion?Does he have to disturb his professor?He couldn't be more straightforward—what's the matter?

Damn, am I really that scary?

The kid finally spoke up.

Aha, "Can I have a glass of water"?

Praise to Merlin, it looks like my image has been very successful - so successful that he hesitates to even make such a normal request.

I inevitably felt a little displeased and let him take it himself.

The kid looked relieved and walked aside to pour himself a glass of water without forgetting to ask me if I wanted something to drink.

I was very surprised. I looked up at the child, and saw him sideways to me, holding a cup in both hands, sipping water.

His eyes were still focused on the small kitchen next to the office.

He said this sentence inadvertently.

The displeasure in my heart was blown away so easily.Without trying to refuse this kindness, I gave him an answer with some small joy.

"Coffee" - my usual habit, without this I doubt I'd fall asleep in the middle of the evening work, those little bastards who are totally coping with homework... I really should give them a "T" each.

But what did that child answer me?

Did I hear it wrong?

"Pumpkin juice" or "milk"?

I was so shocked for a moment that I even forgot my anger.

The child was obviously also deeply surprised by what he blurted out, and he stammered trying to explain... I have to admit that every time I saw him annoyed and frustrated because he did something wrong and said the wrong thing, he carefully tried to please me I can always feel a little bit funny and joyful when I'm in bed.

Or in his mind, I am a narrow-minded professor?

... Well, I don't deny that.

The kid was being pushed a little by me—or by himself.

The last thing he blurted out was "everyone knows that evenings and coffee are bad for your health".

...was this what he had thought in the first place?

If so, then I accept.I didn't refuse again, and changed it to a red wine in the cabinet.

The child was a little surprised, and his eyes frequently fell on the bottle of red wine.Was it surprised by my retreat, or by the bottle of wine that appeared in front of him?

It's probably the latter, look at his skilled corkscrew technique!I'm a little resentful, but not offended - I can't really be that mean.

But if he thinks he can get a drink from me, he's dead wrong - he obviously has no idea how stupid he can be when he's drunk!

...Damn it, better not let me know how many times he's been secretly drunk since that time.

The kid was visibly frustrated, but didn't bother.

very good.I'm already quite happy.

I signaled the child to put the wine back into the cabinet (I always feel that putting wine in front of him is not reassuring), and I looked at his potion-the child was very discerning this time, and obediently returned to the potion with the water glass up.

I naturally continued my work - thanks to Merlin, it's almost done!

After a while, the time approached nine thirty.The kid's potion has been boiled, I finish batching the last piece of parchment, and take a look at the crystal bottle in front of me.

The color and smell meet the requirements.But it only meets the requirements.Although this kid has a solid foundation in potions, he doesn't seem to have much talent... Or is it just that my requirements are too high?

Anyway, at least it's better than others.

I didn't show my disappointment, just told him "it's not bad".

That kid is happy.Not only his face, but even his eyes were full of bright brilliance.

Few people can be so joyful in my presence.This made me feel a little relieved. After a simple instruction, I was about to let him go back, but somehow I remembered the news I heard in the faculty lounge.

So, I told him that if he likes Potter, at least not so high-profile.

That's right - "If you like Potter, at least not so high-profile".This is different from Lily and Potter back then. From the beginning, this child tried to get close to Potter... But now, Potter seems to be moved by him?

Well, of course, there's nothing strange about it, not everyone is lucky enough to meet someone who has the courage to stand up and protect themselves in the face of death - Acantara, damn it, Potter is clearly not good enough for this kid ——So Potter came to his senses like this, aha, how happy everyone is!

But... well, at least the kid liked Potter.And although the Potters are arrogant and spoiled, at least the old Potter was sincere to Lily, and the little Potter now... at least in this respect, can i expect

However, the result was beyond my expectation.

The child was very angry, not shy or uncomfortable at all, but full of humiliation.He told me categorically that things were not what I had imagined.

...Am I misunderstanding?

I don't deny it, I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart - if there is one thing in this world that I can't possibly like at all, it must be the bastard named Potter.

Facing the child's fierce tone, I was not angry, and only used metaphors to expose this somewhat embarrassing topic—thanks to Merlin, I am used to all kinds of ridicule on weekdays.

Then I asked him why he was avoiding Potter - if it wasn't for a lover's awkwardness.

I hope he doesn't confuse me with lies that a fool can see through.

Obviously, however, I was disappointed.

"Gryffindors and Slytherins aren't good friends" - did he think he was lying to kids?Um?He thought no one would notice - his professor didn't notice - his closeness to Gryffindors?

He even put Gryffindor before Slytherin when he said that!

The good mood of the night turned into bubbles under this unexpected incident. I asked him to leave in a bad tone, but I didn't expect that Dumbledore would come to me through the fireplace before he went out.

He brought the obviously bad news - the troll had escaped from his cage because of Quirrell's stupidity, and was now on the first floor of Hogwarts, where Potter, unfortunately, was that place!

Damn Quirrell!

Damn Potter!

As soon as I got angry, I saw the child turn his head suddenly, with a look of panic and fear that was ten times more clear than the last time—the last time I knew that I might not live long.

Was that all he cared about about Potter...?

The kid asked to come with me to the first floor.

Even if Merlin comes back to life, I can't agree!Sending a first-year kid to face a troll?Rather than this, I would rather deal with the Hungarian Horntail alone!

I rudely refused his request, pointed my wand at him, and tried to get out of here as quickly as possible to the first floor.

However, Merlin knew that even so, I never thought that I would cast a spell on him.

Yeah, of course, I didn't do that... a kid who was close to me and trusted me, who slept with me five years ago, ahem.

I'm not such an asshole after all.

It was he who did that.

When the unique light of the spell shines from the tip of the staff in his palm, I was stunned for a moment.

Yes, at a loss.

In that short time, my first reaction was not to duck—it was disbelief; my second was not to duck either—to look in the child's face.

It's hard to describe what kind of expression that is.

I think that child probably doesn't know what the expression on his face is like at this time - it seems to be blank, but it also has strong determination and resistance, as well as the fear that is forced to suppress but can't help it. ...

What is he afraid of?What are you resisting again?

I couldn't think about it anymore, two curses hit me one after another.

Then, my consciousness plunged into darkness.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it seemed like only a moment. When I woke up again, I suddenly looked at the clock—37:[-].

After only 2 minutes, I frowned and threw away the burning potion I dragged into my palm at the last moment before falling asleep, took out a bottle of potion for treating burning from the cabinet, and after applying it, I hurriedly met with other professors and went to the first floor. go.

There was no sign of the kid or Potter along the way.

Until the troll was subdued, I became more angry and a little relieved - at least it was obvious that neither the kid nor Potter suffered any harm.

This was confirmed by news from McGonagall, who had returned to Gryffindor Tower, that Potter was "staying in the dormitory in good shape, reviewing his lessons".

Bastard Potter, I sneered and suggested to deduct [-] points for Potter, because "lying outspokenly makes all the professors in Hogwarts fear".

The point deduction suggestion was naturally dismissed by McGonagall. Even though everyone knew that Potter had indeed gone to the first floor, the normally serious witch decided to play dumb—understandable, after all, the gem of Gryffindor was already in jeopardy up.

But this obviously didn't help to calm my anger. With a sullen face, I strode back to the cellar, but I didn't expect to see the child here.

He was squatting in front of my door, with his arms folded over his shoulders, his face was slightly tired, and he sneezed because of the cold.

Shouldn't he have gone back to the dormitory?

Or should I praise his boldness?Does he think I won't punish him? —won't he damn well put a Warming Charm on himself?

I went up, opened the door for him to come in, and gave him a chance to explain.

Although it doesn't really make any sense.

Yes, obviously, it doesn't make any sense.

Besides letting me know that he still trusts me and is close to me - how ironic that he's clearly closer and more trusting to a Potter than I am.

a baud.

Why does it always have to be Potter?

Why does it have to be a Potter?

I can't control my anger a bit.

And at this time, the kid said "I despicably took advantage of your trust".

I clearly heard something explode in my head - it made me feel dizzy.

my trust?When did I give you something like that?That's how I taunted the brat and did things I would never do - force him, kiss him, and tell him "he's the one to really trust, not me" because he didn't fight back.

After all, he even subconsciously condoned me to do such a cheap thing.

The child ran away.

My anger gradually faded, and only fatigue remained.

I could fool that child, but I couldn't fool myself.

The reason why I was hit by his spell, despite the problem of distance, was not because I trusted him not to hurt me?

I trust him not to hurt me.

But what do I get?

Two spells without hesitation?

... No, more than that, it's just not fair to say that.You know, Severus, you also gain closeness, affection, trust, tolerance, all kinds of positive emotions at the same time.

This is what that child gave you.

You can't even hate him, Severus.I thought.

But so what?

Lily ten years ago, Harry now, they are all so friendly to you, just because of you.But the same, you are not their only, you are not even their first.

Is there really such a person who can regard you as the only one?

Is it true that the child may later...

I stopped my wandering thoughts suddenly, and sneered at my own stupidity: Severus, when did you start placing your hopes on others?Especially when it's just a brat!

What's more, that kid probably wouldn't dare to come again.I thought, tired again.

It doesn't matter if you don't come, he is indeed too young... There are other ways to teach potions...

But there is always something wrong with that child's body, am I missing something?

Convince him to visit Pomfrey?

Only in this way, Dumbledore will definitely know...

The clock on the wall hummed softly, it was twelve o'clock.

When I woke up with a start, I realized that my body was a little stiff.

... Am I really tired?I thought about it unexpectedly.

Or should find someone, if only just married.

Marauder's Map

It's a sunny morning.

Sitting at the long Slytherin table, Harry watched with a troubled face as he had only eaten a small third of the food on his plate - and the entire food on his plate was only two slices of toast Take a slice of bacon.

Draco on the side noticed Harry's movements, he glanced at Harry's dinner plate: "Does it not taste good?" Then he made a critical comment with a full face of approval, "I always feel that the elves in Hogwarts do things It's getting less refined, if it's in my home, how can it be possible to fry something so greasy?"

Harry: "...No, it's actually quite delicious." He actually wanted to say, young master, you actually forgot that I came out of an orphanage.But it was because it was delicious that Harry was so depressed—God knows he didn't want to admit that he was completely anorexic.

Speaking of which... can I really grow taller like this?Even if the appearance after taking the aging agent is not short, in this case, it is not reassuring at all...Harry, who was screaming in his heart, used a fork to fork food. He did not give up and tried to eat again. Take a big bite - and feel the immediate pleasure of feeling the acid rush and tightness in your throat...  

Harry immediately put down the things in his hands, picked up the milk beside him and took a big gulp... After that, it was difficult for him to explain whether he was more comfortable or uncomfortable, so he could only twist his face slightly, and continued taking sips, Drink all the milk in the glass.

At this moment, Draco's attention was no longer on Harry's food. He approached Harry, but the conversation was about the person on the long golden and red table opposite: "Potter has been looking at you."

"Huh? Oh...he's probably waiting for my answer." Harry, who was still struggling with his obviously not strong enough stomach, replied casually.

"What answer?" Draco asked.

"El invited me to spend Christmas with him at his house last week," Harry answered truthfully.

"What?" Draco's exclamation drew the attention of the table.

Platinum Dragon hurriedly pretended to be serious and took a sip of pumpkin juice gracefully. After the eyes of his surroundings moved away one after another, he moved closer to Harry, widened his eyes and said, "He invited you? On the second day after he and you reconciled." ? On the third day after you were hostile to each other? Dare he slow down!"

"Draco." Harry mumbled.

"I know my name." Draco said