[SSHP] End of life

When Harry awoke, he felt that he had been asleep for less than three seconds.

He has a little muscle soreness in his waist and thighs, but is otherwise fine.Although he was tired from not waking up, he was sure that when he did wake up, he would be full of strength.

Fortunately Snape was very careful to remember to clean him up, and the man's strong self-control allowed him to do it only once, otherwise Harry Potter's name would probably no longer mean the savior, but would become "because of the first day." The boy who was killed by Voldemort when he exercised too much in bed and was so weak that he couldn't kill even a single Death Eater."

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see what time it was.The light told him that it was not daylight and that he could at least spend the last few hours with Snape again.Every minute of sleep is a luxury at this point.

After a moment, his body returned to control and became vaguely aware of the movement of the people around him.A slight sound of wood clinking.His trained sense of crisis was acutely aware that someone was pointing a wand at him, but not killing him.The familiar deep and smooth voice whispered a few words: "Legiliency."

To Harry's horror, it was a real Legilimency spell.Unlike those Occlumency exercises, Snape didn't deliberately flip through his memories to remind him to resist, he didn't feel anything.He didn't even know what Snape was reading.

The only consolation might be that he didn't meet Snape's eyes, which somewhat hindered Snape's Legilimency.Perhaps to remove this obstacle, Snape uttered a spell.The effect of the spell strengthened by the spell may be relatively easier to break through his defense than the gaze, but he has no choice at this time.He hid the conversation with Dumbledore - he didn't know how, just frantically running Occlumency and trying to get other memories to Snape.

He quickly chose the memory related to Snape.After all, he was right in front of him, and it was easier to think about him.

Memories that he had almost forgotten jumped out of his mind.He sat in the forest on a snowy night, brooding with a figurine, the Marauder's Map open on his lap, the light from his wand pointed at Severus Snape.He was feverish and dreamed vaguely of Snape turning away, his back turned to the frozen lake and he was chasing after him, yelling at Severus.In the Shrieking Shack, he roared at Hermione and Ron, hugging the lifeless body, wind and light swirling around them.At the Quidditch World Cup, Hermione explained to him with a smile that only by loving someone firmly can he be completely free from the influence of Veela, but he just looked puzzled.Trelawney was pointing at the crystal ball without him noticing, while the lunatic professor was smiling.He was swinging high in the air on his slow broom, the wind drying the tears from his face, and he muttered cursing at old bastard Snape.He was dreaming, dreaming of the huge time tree, every Snape and every Harry getting along intimately, he was stepping on the river of life, running towards Snape's back.

Before Harry knew it, half of his own face was cold and aching from his tears.He didn't know that he had so many memories of Snape, and they survived so clearly.The Legilimency chanting must have stopped, a warm finger was drying those tears.He grunted pretending to be dazed, and slipped back into Snape's arms.

All Snape's movements stopped.After a while, he gently lifted Harry's forehead hair, and Harry guessed he was looking at the scar.Soon, he let down the lock of hair and pulled Harry tighter into his arms.Warm breath was blowing, and Harry felt the stoic, never-to-be-disclosed man bury his face in the top of his hair.The low and gentle voice contained a sigh, which was inaudible: "Little fool."

Harry slept soundly for the rest of the night.He thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but unexpectedly, he quickly fell asleep in the peace and warmth.Doesn't seem to be dreaming either.Waking up again in Snape's arms when morning came, he continued to feign optimism and pretend he hadn't woken up last night.Snape also feigned silence, still acting like a repulsive bastard.

time flies.After lunch, Harry followed Snape into the car and continued to Hogwarts—walking the last part of his life together until he reached the end.The car passed the vast fields on both sides of the road, and there was no one on the road except them.It was getting dark, and Harry looked at his old watch.He saw the moon rise slowly through the car window, and an owl followed their car through the bushes.

His life has finally entered the final countdown.

"I'm dying, Severus," Harry said.His voice was slow and clear as the moonlight absorbed the noise and vibrations of the air.After so many years and so many things, he has finally come to this point. The longer he gets along, the more reluctant he is to give up—he can never regain the impulsiveness and strength he had last time.

"One day you will die, like everyone else. But you won't now. Don't worry about it, silly boy." Snape's voice was still full of indifference.He didn't even glance at Harry, just stared straight ahead, driving steadily.

"Kiss me, Severus. This is my last request." Harry's voice was calm, and Snape remembered the boy's habit of curling up and hugging his knees when he was restless and lonely, as if to Escape into your own world.But he doesn't do that now.The boy was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, half of his body turned towards him, and his head with messy black hair leaned quietly against the back of the seat.

"Severus...please."

Snape lowered his black eyes.On the empty road, the car slowed down and pulled over.The dim orange light from the street lamps shot into the car from the windshield, shining overlapping, deep and shallow dull grays, as deserted as the shadow of the moon reflected in the water. "Potter, you have to be strong," he said softly.He didn't look at Harry, as if he didn't know what he said.Harry stared at him, feeling more like he was convincing himself.

He left the back of the chair and slowly moved over.

Snape ducked back a little, but Harry grabbed his arm.The boy quietly closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his soft lips were slightly parted, gently imprinting on his as if worshiping.

When the soft lips touched, a tingling sensation like an electric shock spread all over his body, and Snape trembled imperceptibly.With the handlebar of the car between them, Harry could feel that he was sitting very uncomfortable, but he still stubbornly refused to back away.Snape hesitated, leaned forward slightly, and stretched out his arms to hug the boy, taking some of the weight for him.

Harry put his wrist around Snape's neck, and gradually leaned his entire weight on Snape.The man's chest was firm and warm. Surrounded by the familiar atmosphere, something in his chest seemed to melt.A warm lump blocked his chest, and his throat, lips, eyes, nasal cavity, and even his forehead felt sore, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

Harry's fingers, calloused from long Quidditch and Charming sessions, brushed the neckline and nape of Snape's shirt, rough but warm.Snape closed his eyes, the tip of Harry's tongue was tentatively prying his teeth open, he opened his mouth slightly, the touching tongue tasted the saltiness of tears.Harry choked up, kissing him desperately and frantically, and Snape responded, hugging the boy in his arms.

——What exactly should I do to make this child let go of all anxiety?

"Severus, I—I don't want to die, don't, don't want to lose sight of you—"

I don't know when this kiss stopped.Harry hugged Snape tightly, his head buried in his shoulder, warm tears streaming down his neck and onto his collar.

——How should I respond so that the child can learn to rely properly in independence?

"...don't cry." Snape's deep voice was suppressed in the car, and it only reverberated before disappearing into the air.He didn't say anything more, but instead of avoiding it, he gently patted Harry's back with his hands.Harry gradually calmed down in his arms, and after taking a particularly deep breath, Harry raised his head and gazed seriously, deeply into his face, as if he had only one last chance to look at him, trying to put His appearance is deeply engraved in the soul.

Snape frowned slightly.Tears pooled in Harry's eyes again, and his wrist flicked slightly.Realizing what Harry was doing, Snape straightened up abruptly. The next second, his hand that had already held the wand dropped, and his body fell backwards, leaning against the car window and seat unconsciously. on the right angle between.

For a long while, Harry did nothing but sit and look into Snape's face.He was crying, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Severus, I love you. Being with you is the best I can remember. Even though it's coming to an end...thank you for allowing it to begin."

He wiped away his tears, flattened the seat, let Snape lie flat on it, and leaned over to hug his unconscious lover again.After a while, he resolutely looked away, got out of the car and closed the door.Now that his magic powers are fully restored, he can use his wand as he pleases.He added a couple of strong locking charms to the car, and added the protective charms he'd used while fleeing the British Isles, and the ones Snape had taught him.Those spells have not been practiced for the second time since they were first learned, but fortunately, he performed supernormally, and the spells were almost 100% completed.

When he was done, he stretched out his hand, and the patient owl jumped from a nearby branch and landed on his arm.With a soft bang, Harry Disapparated from the spot and disappeared.

The author has something to say: I still have to let Erha die... The promised SS is frank, although it is only half of the frankness, laugh.After a few chapters, consider the next strong medicine.