[SSHP] End of life

Harry felt himself falling, and suddenly his consciousness came back to him.It took him a long time to realize that he was on the bed, in a hotel room.It was snowing heavily outside, and all sections of the road were completely blocked.In other words, he was trapped in this motel, with Snape.

The memory of the current situation was completely restored in the brain, and Harry opened his eyes.

They stayed in the small hotel by the road for three days.After fixing the car, continue heading north.This journey may be doomed to be rough, the weather seems to be frozen, and they encountered a blizzard that has not been seen in a century.

Either way, 1997 was full of disasters.War, death, unnatural weather—it seemed as if the world was trembling toward destruction.

Ever since he confessed his feelings to Snape, he has had continuous nightmares, waking up in cold sweat almost every day, facing an empty room.The fears that he had thought the confidence built by successive victories had been extinguished by Snape's silent reassurance were long gone, but as the final battle approached, they came back even more violently.It was the only night he didn't have a real nightmare - Snape was forced to sleep in the same room as him because more people were stuck here with them, the room was full.They were only on the verge of sharing a room with someone else, luckily not yet - and because of that, it seemed the rare man who was a whiner no matter what Harry did didn't complain.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains were not drawn tightly enough, and snow light seeped in through the gaps.There was no warmth or breathing around me.Harry turned his head to the side, and there was no one around him.

Harry let out a long breath, he didn't think he could sleep.He propped himself up on his elbows and slid up, sitting up against the head of the bed.

He stared at his hand, blankly recalling the dream just now.There is a person in the dream, whose face cannot be seen clearly.The man was tall, at least half a head taller than him.He turned Harry around by the shoulders, hugging him silently from behind.Harry felt warm and safe, as if sheltered under a pair of giant wings.He closed his eyes, carefully feeling the hard-won tranquility.

The man hugged Harry for a long time without speaking or moving, his warm breath was in Harry's ear.Harry turned in his arms, cupping his face.Still unable to see his appearance clearly, Harry stood on tiptoe and approached the man's lips.

The moment their lips met, Harry felt a strong dizziness.The world shattered into blurred light and shadows in his eyes, and all sounds were stretched infinitely until they turned into meaningless monotonous sound waves.In a blurred patch of color, he seems to be standing on the edge of the universe, the torrent of void and time flows silently under his feet, and only this man is left in his world.

He embraced him tightly, accepting him with an open heart.The man kissed him tenderly, inserting his fingers into his hair, full of love and lust.He wrapped his hands around the man's neck to support his weight.Maybe a million years later - but for Harry, it was only a moment - the lips parted.The man was talking, but Harry couldn't make out.He hooked the man's neck and pulled it down hard, the man's last few words were whispered in his ears, the voice was as deep and deep as the deepest night.At that moment, Harry seemed to hear the song of the mythical siren that was transmitted to the sailor's ears from far away on the sea level.He listened hard, and happily accepted that he had been bewitched.

"—ve you, Harry."

The source of warmth and security is gone.The man backed away a few steps, and a thick fog began to fill up between the two of them.Fragments like film reels appeared alternately from different positions in the mist, and Harry felt that it was probably what people often call a revolving door at the end of life.

He turned his head up and down, left and right, chasing the silent images that kept playing.The familiar gloomy potions classroom, the dirty river that separates the two worlds in Spider's End, the Shrieking Shack, the exploding backpack in the night sky and the bright shadows of the owl cage, the milk on the dining table and the Unsealed cornflakes... they gradually fell, becoming a Pensieve-like surface, rushing swiftly under Harry's feet.Images were taken away before they could even be seen clearly, Harry staring intently at the river.

They hug each other in the bathtub.They twisted each other's collars and stared furiously into each other's eyes.They were lying on a cot, one with his head resting on the other's chest.The man was also standing on the river, but instead of looking at the river, he was looking at Harry.His deep gaze was burning, and he turned.

Harry reached out his hand desperately, trying to catch the man's leaving back.He didn't look at the river anymore either - they were the past, and the man was the present and the future.He no longer hesitated, started running quickly, followed the flow of his life, and rushed through the wall of yellowed memories, as if something in his heart was finally knocked open and shattered.At that moment, he seemed to shake off some burden, and ran towards the man wholeheartedly.

Harry turned his gaze to the other side of the bed.He reached out his hand to feel it, and it was completely cold under the quilt, Snape hadn't been there for a long time.The gap between dreams and reality brought a strong sense of loneliness, Harry moved, covered his face and sighed softly.He slid back under the covers and rolled over to the side where Snape should be, curled up in a ball.

He looked at the pale blue light cast from the gap in the curtains, and slowly recalled everything that happened between them.In many branches of that great tree of time, Snape had contained and supported him in this way.In a half-dream and half-waking state, something that he had been unable to recall suddenly rushed into his mind.

"The most famous potion surviving today is called hayarn, and magic often allows you to see deeper things that you can't see yourself." Hermione said, "There are other spells that can do the same. Detection effect, it helps you amplify the fluctuation of your soul. But this kind of spell is very rare, they are usually not a single detection spell, but something with other purposes, often closer to the forbidden spell. There is no success in the book According to my inference, it is very likely that the key condition for the success of this type of spell is the compatibility of the soul."

"It's improved from an ancient spell. To successfully use this spell requires blood sacrifice. The blood of two people must be fused, and this is only the easiest part of it. It has the same effect as the hayarn potion." Si Nape said, "It's just that people find it very difficult for anyone to reach the level required for the success of the spell. Some spells that involve time and connection, the part that belongs to the soul cannot be skipped, let alone replaced."

"So we're very lucky?" said Harry. "We happened to meet all the conditions for the spell, and then my magic managed to sustain it. So now we're here?"

Harry remained in this position, stiff.Snape's complicated side face when he was silent, Legilimency which was successful for the first time, their Patronus, and Professor Trelawney's divination - "one big and one small, two souls. Yes You, but not you. Winding forward, almost overlapping, I can't see the end—”

He couldn't believe how much he'd missed.

When he came back to his senses, he tremblingly heard the mechanical sound of the watch clicking.He counted many seconds, many minutes, and Snape still hadn't returned.He climbed out of bed, put on his shoes, and went to knock on the bathroom door.no respond.

Harry tentatively twisted the handle.The door opened without the expected scolding.He pressed the light, squinted his eyes because of the strong light stimulation, and finally couldn't bear it and raised his hands to cover them.He scanned the entire bathroom through his fingers, but there was no one there.

Harry ran back to the bed, quickly put on his clothes and shoes and rushed out the door.He ran down the stairs and out of the hall. The door had been half-sealed by the blizzard that had lasted for several hours. He desperately pushed the door open and rushed into the snowy night.The wind stopped temporarily, and the heavy snow was still falling quietly.The snow was so thick it was knee-deep, and Harry could just make out the blurred red glow of the flashing sign beside the road in a huge snow mass that blocked his view.

The lights in the bar were still on.Since it was late at night, the music had changed to a more soothing type, rather than the jazz that the bar owner seemed to like.It must have been cleaned up, there is a small open space at the entrance of the bar.Harry stamped vigorously on the door rug, shaking the snow off his trousers and shoes, and pushed open the glass door of the bar.The bar was empty, and the bartender was standing behind the counter, tilting his head tiredly, and mechanically wiping the glass with a cloth with his sleepy eyes.A female voice was singing "City of Angels," which Harry had sung intermittently in the car long ago.He couldn't remember the full melody of it.

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance

For a break that would make it OK

There's always some reason to feel not good enough

And it's shard at the end of the day

Ineedsome distraction or beautiful release

Harry looked eagerly around the bar.There were two men drinking beer in silence, and there was chaos between them.A woman was lying on a round table not far from the door, unconscious or asleep.At a small table in the corner, he finally found the black figure in his dream.Snape sat there quietly, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, staring at the snow falling outside the window thoughtfully.He looked... as if he was going to melt into the night, and then disappear completely into the white snow.

Memoriesseepfrommyveins

Let me be empty and weightless

And maybe I'll find some peace tonight

Even though the man looked as if he was going away, all the uneasiness in Harry's heart turned into warmth and peace the moment he saw him.It was as if he had been running and beating in pain and fear for 20 years and finally found this man.The short distance from the room to the bar seemed to him to have been running for a lifetime.

He breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the man sitting on the small sofa.Out of the corner of his eye, the man noticed the uninvited guest, and projected unkind eyes towards him with indifference and boredom.After seeing clearly that it was Harry, the sharpness in his eyes disappeared, he just turned his head indifferently, and continued to look at the hazy white outside.

Harry quietly moved closer to him and sat on the other side of the small sofa.He leaned forward slowly like in a dream, resting his forehead on the man's shoulder.The man didn't move.

Inthearmsoftheangelflyawayfromhere

From this dark, cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent treverie

Harry closed his eyes.The dream disappeared, and he lived in reality.He no longer feels alone.He rubbed Snape's shoulder.

"Go away." Snape's little patience was exhausted by his movement, and he shook his shoulders impatiently.Harry's head was shaking and falling back, hurting a lot.But Harry didn't care one bit.

This is the old bastard, Severus Snape.Hard-boned and violent.But he is a wall with the most reliable support and the warmest wings.Only Merlin knew how panicked he was when he couldn't find him, and only Merlin knew how comforted he felt when he found that he was sitting here, unhurt, undead, and not abandoning him.Harry grinned and laughed.

Snape's eyebrows furrowed; he looked like he was about to explode.

Harry rubbed his cheek flatteringly on Snape's shoulder, got up decisively and walked to sit opposite him before Snape really got angry. "Why did you come here all of a sudden? It's two o'clock in the morning." He asked.

I thought you were gone, I thought something happened to you, I thought you didn't want me anymore - no matter what you say, it may attract a man's contempt or outrageous anger.Snape had always had his eyes on the big picture, and he hated it when people questioned his abilities or his persistence.And Harry didn't want to sound like a bitch.

Snape stared at Harry, and when Harry looked back unflinchingly, he finally sighed in frustration: "Can't sleep. Merlin, is there no one who can make this boy stop meddling in my life like a prisoner?" private space--"

Harry shrugged.He put his arms on the table, clasped them with his palms, and tried to hug himself a little tighter.There seems to be only one song on the whole record, and the quiet and sad melody continues.He listened quietly to the song that was played over and over again.

So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn

There's vultures and thieves sat your back

Thestorm keep on twisting, you keep on building thelies

Thatyoumakeupforallthatyoulack

Snape raised his voice to call for the drowsy waiter, and a moment later a steaming mug of chocolate was placed on the table in front of Harry.The waiter took the tip and left quickly, leaving only the two of them in the corner.

"I'm assuming you're sitting here because you can't sleep. So get the hell out of here, Potter. Give me some freedom—I'm sick of being tied to you 24 hours a day."

Harry blew on the scalding liquid and took a shallow sip.This chocolate is a hundred times better than the ones in the small hotel before.He looked out of the window like a man, and in the peaceful silence, he could let himself fall into the dream just now.

He found that in such a short time, the dream was already blurred.All that was left was the man's breath, the man's temperature, the film remnants of their memories, and the emotional fluctuations in the dream that had never been so strong in their lives.He chased him with his life and all his emotions, and kept going until he finally broke through the invisible barrier.After the long-term repression is finally broken, everything that unfolds in front of my eyes is more real, so real that it cannot be denied-yes, it is love.

And now the real man was sitting in front of him, showing undisguised indifference and impatience towards him.Harry doubted that he would have said those words at the end of the dream to him, even if he had asked repeatedly and called everyone to put pressure on him.Harry was holding the cup, it was not so hot now, in the silent snowy night, what was left of it was the temperature of ironing, just like the person in front of him.

This man is too clumsy, too stubborn, he never expresses, only the care in the most subtle points can reflect his unique tenderness.This tenderness can only be understood by those who know him well.Harry locked his eyes on the man opposite him with a pair of deep black eyes, who was silently watching the falling snow.

Back before he was thirteen, he'd rather think that his attention to Snape was out of pure curiosity, and it wasn't until now that he realized that his feelings for the old bastard had already started unconsciously.

When did he fall in love with him?Is it the screaming shack he has them behind?No, he was just shocked and panicked.Is it Sirius' old house where he saw him weep silently facing the photo?No, loathing and emptiness were all he felt then.Maybe it started from the patron saint who brought him endless warmth and familiarity in the forest of Dean, and his looking back, maybe it started from the silent staring between the two in the potion office that was the most fearful and loathing ever.Maybe it started on those mornings in the colony, when the table was full of breakfast, and he sat by the fire and glanced at him with a newspaper. Maybe it was every morning and evening, three meals a day, two people a day. It started while walking on the road.But it doesn't matter.

No one had ever given him such a sense of security as Snape.He's a bastard, and you can't get justice from him if he doesn't want to.But he always keeps his eyes on the ground and walks firmly on his own path. He never stagnates, never retreats, turns decisively when he finds a mistake, and moves forward when he is convinced.No matter how much pressure is placed on him, or what environment he is thrown into, he stands upright.

Harry watched Snape's face.He finally realized that if Sirius was his attachment and Dumbledore his beacon, then this man was his benchmark.When he was confused, when he flinched, as long as he saw Snape, he could remind himself of his responsibilities and responsibilities as a man.He wanted to grow up, he wanted to be strong, he wanted to be someone like Snape who never seemed to be lost.Yes, he liked Snape, he liked everything about this man, his silence, his firmness, his voice and every movement, his expression, the way he spoke or fought.

Snape could be a seer - no, he knew then that their return to this time was due to a soul bond.He knows everything, but never moves forward.Until now, Harry was sure that he really loved him, in a different way than he loved Sirius.He won't move forward, so let him do it.

It seemed that someone was calling him.Harry regained consciousness, it was still the melody of "City of Angels", he didn't know how many times it was playing.He listened carefully, a little confused, trying to remember whose voice it was that rang in his ear just now.

It don't make no difference, escape one last time

It's seasier to believe

In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness

That brings metomy knees

Inthearmsoftheangelflyawayfromhere...

"—Potter." An impatient voice.Snape had already turned his head, and withdrew his gaze from a certain point: "If you stay up in the middle of the night just to stare at me in a daze—"

"Call me by name."

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise.Judging by his expression, he probably thought that Harry's madness had flared up again.

"Call me by name," Harry repeated.He has seen men look into the distance, in a daze, and he feels that he has seen it many times.On the astronomical tower, during the journey, the man's eyes are always looking at an unknown point, as if there is no one in his world, only the blurred edge of time and the distant past.

Snape didn't have him in his past.This realization made Harry uncomfortable.

"Potter—"

Harry wanted to lean over and grab Snape's hand.He gripped the glass tightly, trying to resist the urge.

"I can't sleep," he lied, "I had a dream. I'm scared of what we're going back to face. Maybe we're facing a siege—like a branch of time, I see. They run out Me, I started to be defensive about my power. Guess who else I had at that time? No Hermione, no Weasley, no Hogwarts. I only have you."

"They embrace you."

"I'm just a weapon. They embrace me because of that scar on my head, so they put up with my immaturity. If I didn't have this scar on my head, they would have abandoned me. But everyone can't see It's not my own scars."

Snape paused for a few minutes.Harry twirled his glass in his hand, feeling dissatisfied both physically and mentally in Snape's silence.He longed for Snape's arms and warmth.Why did Snape still refuse?He knew of no more than five couples as compatible as they were in the long history of magic.And they were perhaps the only pair who had successfully used that spell.

Snape sighed, seeming to notice Harry's inexplicable uneasiness.He obviously didn't want to say it, but finally he said reluctantly: "Don't underestimate your leadership, Potter. They support you not because of your scars, but because they find certain qualities in you. They think you're worth following. And the faction you've chosen, no doubt, it's the bright side."

Harry looked up from his glass.

"What about you?" he asked expectantly.

Snape's eyes were on his coffee cup, which was no longer steaming.For a long time, he looked at Harry. "One person. Everything is for one person. I failed to rescue Lily, so I decided to dedicate my allegiance to the cause she believed in, to protect you whom she decided to protect with my life. Until now, after everything has really become the past, why Am I still determined to continue? Likely - along the way, I've come to believe in the cause myself. That's what I'm saying, Potter. We're trying to do the same thing, after all that's been given, of course not Will want to lose. In order to win, we will believe our own eyes, people choose you, even if you can’t see it, there must be a reason. ——You will not be so stupid as to think that everyone is as stupid as you Bar?"

Harry looked at Snape.Although Snape added his sarcasm at the end, there was no impatience on his face.Under the dim light of the bar, this man showed an unbelievable gentleness.

"You chose me," said Harry, and he walked around the table and rested his head on Snape's shoulder again.For many years, he has always thought that he is the most unlucky guy in the world with a halo. If anyone says that being in the spotlight is lucky, then he can change it and try what he has suffered in these years-but he is no longer like this thought about it.He finally admits and happily accepts that everyone envies his luck, because he is.He fell in love with the person he was born to love.Even Merlin was on his side.

"I didn't choose you." Snape said slightly angrily, "I chose the right, and being right can make my side win."

"I'm lucky to be on this side," Harry insisted. "Severus, I had a nightmare. You can still not accept it, but you know what you mean to me—by my name."

"...Harry." After failing to shake Harry's head off twice in a row, Snape sighed, and the deep voice just like in a dream sounded quietly amidst the surrounding music.For a moment, the dream and the reality seemed to finally coincide perfectly.

Harry.——I love you, Harry.

Harry sat up straight.He stared intently at the man's black eyes as deep and quiet as the night sky, and felt that he had finally found his way again at the countless forks filled with fog. For 20 years, he has been stumbling towards an imminent goal. If he needs to find an end beyond his mission for his seemingly aimless journey, then he has already determined it.Undoubtedly, it was him.

What a deep man this is.He has justice and courage in his heart. In order to save more people, he chose to abandon himself and the offspring of his loved ones. He is so keen, he knows that he cannot bear others being tortured. He taught him so much black magic, but Not once did he try to get him to learn the Cruciatus Curse.

Maybe that's what Dumbledore meant by telling him to climb the hill.Before that, he had never thought about what he wanted, never wanted to go beyond.And now that he's found his landscape, he'll get there.Maybe he'll get back on the road with him, maybe they stay where they are forever.But he didn't stay because he didn't know the way forward, but because he wanted to.he will.

"Go back to sleep, Potter." Snape sighed heavily. "Maybe I should let you try some more whiskey..." He muttered vaguely as he got up, and Harry took his hand.He tried to shake off, but finally let Harry grab him and use his strength to stand up.

The door to the bar was shut.Music|Through the gap between darkness and light, quietly accompany them into the heavy snow.The voice was muffled, but Harry heard it anyway.It was the last lyrics, those two lines that he couldn't remember all the time.

Inthearmsoftheangel

May you find some comfort for there

After a brief period of music, the lyrics are repeated slowly.

Inthearmsoftheangel

May you find some comfort for there

Harry looked at the back of the man in front of him.The back is no longer the familiar black robe, but it is still upright, walking hard on the snow, heading in the direction they should go, without the slightest pause.

Harry tried to move as fast as he could to keep up.He pursed his lips into a small smile.

The author has something to say: It is not easy to finally write this.I'm just waiting for this chapter.

Some of the lines of SS are from "The Cursed Child". I guess many of you have not read this book.Before this book came out, I always thought that the most noble quality in SS was just keeping promises.He turned his back on the dark because of a woman, and then he kept his promise to fight against Voldemort. In the end, Rowling never said whether he hated Voldemort or kept his promise. I don't think it's too much to help Lao Deng all the time because of women.That's why I think if I want to say what's good about him, it's about keeping promises and being dedicated, nothing else.He also most likely just wanted revenge.And it can't be said that he kept his promise, he still betrayed Voldemort, and it was because of the woman.Over the years, I have always felt that it is hard to say what kind of person he is.It's hard to say whether his three views are correct, whether he will go wherever Lily goes.It wasn't until this book came out and I saw the lines that I realized that SS is not just that.In that world, Xiao Hu died, and only he and Hermione Ron were left in the world to continue fighting against Voldemort.Scorpius asked him why he continued to resist, he said that he also started to believe in that cause, and when he finally led the dementor away, he told Albus Severus that he was proud that he inherited him name.What I'm more upset about is that I don't really like Al in this book, and I'd rather swap him with Scorpius.

So according to this book, SS chose to resist, not only because of women.It wasn't that the temporary expediency continued because of the woman's death, nor was it revenge, nor was it honoring the agreement to protect Harry.He himself has justice and light in his heart.All in all, he is indeed a very upright and high-minded good man, with a very correct sense of right and wrong.If people still say that he finally completed the mission because of a woman, and that he stayed in the White Wizard camp because of a woman, this is very wrong, it is reducing his height and character depth.After reading this book, I feel that he is the belt of the leader.If it weren't for those bad things, he might not be a particularly easy-going master.This is within the acceptable range, master, it’s okay to be irritable, laugh.Besides... I think he is quite gentle, you can really take a look at that book, although the evaluation is not very good, but SS is a big highlight, and it is a great complement to the original SS.He has a bad temper but is really gentle. Hermione is no longer afraid of him after knowing that he is a spy. His evaluation of Hermione is unbearable not because she knows everything but because she can't listen to others. Speaking is also from here.The interaction between Erha and him that I wrote actually partly came from Hermione.It is useless for him to deduct points, and he is not afraid of scaring people, so he has nothing to do.A large part of my impression of SS's character in this article comes from this book. Once SS loses the armor that scares people, others will not be afraid of him.If someone wants to get close to him, he will be very clumsy, and then fall into a passive state, as long as he ignores his verbal attacks, he will be fine.Words are his only means of resistance, and I personally feel that this resistance is...very weak, almost pathetic.But people who like Xiaoha shouldn't read this book. I really didn't expect that after so many years, he would still be so... well, ignorant of the relationship between people?And I think family education is a failure. People who like Xiaoha will probably be disappointed after reading it.Some people may say that this book is an officially recognized fan because they are dissatisfied with Xiaoha and Al.

There is another setting of Legilimency that I mentioned before, lol.Now it can be said.Queenie in Fantastic Beasts said that people are more likely to be read when they are injured, which shows that things like thoughts and emotions are contained in an independent individual, which is not so stable.The setting of this article is that if there is a connection between souls, which is equivalent to a contract, the ability of both parties to resist spiritual spells will become stronger.Then it is easier to read each other's emotions and some thoughts between two people who are connected because they are very compatible.It was because of the relationship between the two that Xiaoha succeeded in using Legilimency for the first time. If the soul didn't intend to resist, it wouldn't be too defensive.I thought so, lol.

This chapter is not only the city of angels, it is also recommended to cooperate with Rachel Taylor's "Light A Fire".

Why am I so long-winded and incoherent today? Yes, I am quite aware that my ability to express is plummeting. Half of it is because I wrote this line, and the other half is because I am nervous.There is only one chapter today, so don't wait...and you don't need to tell me that I know that I can't play well and write badly...tomorrow...Khan, I'm going to die.This chapter is still the same, let’s read it this way first, and I will change it after I feel that I am back.Xiaoha is so exhausted in this chapter, what he reflects is my psychological state, Khan.