[SSHP] End of life
Chapter 51
Harry stuffed the Pensieve back into the cabinet, and he surveyed the familiar yet unfamiliar room.
He already knew almost everything about Snape, as if the room had completely shed its pretense to him, revealing the truth behind it.He looked around, the jars were still there, disgustingly colored, their contents unknown.The canister of dead cockroaches that hadn't had time to explode on top of his head must be there - Snape wouldn't have prepared a canister just to teach him Occlumency, he wouldn't be able to do that, though he had a bad taste.On Snape's desk was the last stack of papers for the school year.His comments are very harsh, but he has really read each one.A small door hidden behind a cupboard led to Snape's bedroom, which Harry discovered when he opened it.The bedroom was very simple, with almost no personal belongings. After walking around it a few times, Harry realized what he was thinking: he was looking for the trace left by Lily Evans in Snape's heart.
Then he really belatedly realized that Snape didn't just see his mother as the most precious friend in his life, as he had always believed.He loves his mother.This hidden love changed all the trajectories of the rest of his life, and it would not be erased until his death.
He came out of the bedroom, shocked by what he had just realized, and feeling dizzy.He found a chair and sat on it.Harry thought he would be disgusted to find out that this man had such feelings for his mother, but it was the dialogue that echoed in his head:
— "Mediocre, arrogant, like his father, obsessed with disciplining, showing off, attracting attention, disrespectful —" "That's what you want to see."
——"I never thought of running away!" "Yes...so far, you are much braver than Karkaroff. Sometimes I think our classification is too hasty..."
——"He is a double of his father!" "He is more like Lily in his bones, more like Lily Evans..."
— "I do everything to keep Lily Potter's son safe, and you tell me you keep him like a pig for slaughter!" "Lily Potter...? Severus, Don't tell me you have feelings for that kid!"
- "After all this time?"
"Always." he replied.
Harry subconsciously reached out to touch the small dragon skin pouch on his chest.But that bag was lost in the gap of time and space, and the things that had accompanied him for nearly a year in the bag were still lying in their original positions in this time and space.Now he knew why Snape had torn up the half page of the letter.The only thing that played repeatedly in his mind was Snape's tearful and distraught face holding the lifeless body.He also wiped his face with his sleeve, as if there was an uncontrollable liquid running down his face.He looked at his sleeves, not surprised at all, the sleeves were dry.
Harry looked at the sleeve.He suddenly understood why Snape looked away before him in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He thought it was his only complete victory at that time, that Snape was afraid, and even felt the joy of revenge.Thinking about it now, all his hatred and victories were just a joke, Snape was the bravest man he had ever seen in his life, he was not afraid of anything, not even pain and death, the only thing he didn't want to face was him A woman you love deeply—even if it's just a part of that woman.He recalled Snape's intent gaze on Lily, who would often blush when Snape looked at Lily with his black eyes.What kind of gaze was that?Had he looked that way into his eyes at the Shrieking Shack?Was it this look that made Hermione lose her composure?
Harry closed his eyes.The first and only time he had seen his home was in Snape's most painful memory.His home was ruined by the curse.But he finally knew that his home was like this before.They had a soft brown rug and a nice little sofa where his father must have played with him a lot.In the room where the crib was placed, the walls were originally pale yellow.What a warm color.The curtains, which now only have tattered grids, turned out to have such a beautiful orange pattern.The broken wooden door was once so pure white.The rotten cabinet by the wall was brand new more than ten years ago, and the wax was polished brightly.The things he saw under the snow on the ground turned out not to be debris, but fragments of the roof that had been blasted by the curse, and they didn't hit the pram... If they hit him right on the head, he would No need to be tortured for 17 years.
Harry pictured his younger self stumbling around the house, flying on a child's broom.He pursed his lips and smiled unconsciously.Maybe the vase he broke was in the corner, under the picture frame... and there were dolls hanging from the handle of the wardrobe.The rug in that room was beautifully woven, but was largely covered by lamps and debris from the roof, making it hard to see.The young Snape was kneeling on that carpet, perhaps where his 17-year-old self had stood in another time and space, holding Lily and crying heartbreakingly.Did he write on that board?what will he writeNo, he won't write it.With an almost equal hatred for Voldemort and his own father, he wouldn't wish him luck.Even if he had hugged him... yes, he had seen Snape holding him in his memory.The young wizard frowned and hugged the one-year-old baby, as if trying to stay away from him, but stared into his eyes and refused to relax at all.On his face, disgust and nostalgia were intertwined, and his stiff movements were full of nostalgia and reluctance.He took one last look at the boy, eyes full of determination.He handed the one-year-old Harry out, freed Harry's little hand from grabbing his sleeve, turned and walked out of the house, never looking back.
Harry looked around Snape's office one last time, stood up, shook the cloak, and walked out of the cellar.In the moonlit corridor, the portraits were whispering, and there was the sound of footsteps in the distance, probably Filch and his cat.Harry whispered a spell that he read from a book one night during his escape journey. This spell could take away his breath—he had too many loopholes in the spell, and books could help him make up for these terrible deficiencies. , but he seemed to be the natural enemy of books until he left school.He hid in the shadows next to a cabinet and smiled wryly.
Harry kept his eyes fixed on the castle walls while he waited for Filch to walk past.The pale blue moonlight absorbed the sound of footsteps, and it wasn't until the light from the lantern reached the corner where Harry was that he realized that the night watchman he met was not Filch.The tall black shadow walked slowly through the moonlit ground, and his black eyes looked towards the cabinet.
Harry wasn't sure if Snape knew he was hiding here, he saw Snape purse his lower lip.Harry held his breath nervously, he wasn't ready to meet Snape yet.Unexpectedly, Snape just glanced at it briefly, then continued to move forward and left.Harry watched his back intently until he was completely out of Harry's sight.
He thought he could see the truth behind Snape's face, but he didn't see anything.He'd tried his best to watch and tried his best to imagine, but Snape was still just a cranky, dangerous, mean bastard.Where is such a man who is as indifferent as a stone sculpture hiding his deep feelings?He always carries these memories with him.He has a Pensieve, but these feelings are all in his head.
Harry cautiously stayed where he was.After less than a year, hiding himself seems to have become a habit of his.He didn't go back to Gryffindor Tower until the corridor was empty, and he lay back on the bed and lowered the curtains.
He had just met a real Snape.He admitted that he was the one he most wanted to see.He thought he'd find Snape gracious, but he found that they were still so far away.
There were 30 years between them that he couldn't participate in.
Harry looked at his hands.It was very clean, but he always had the illusion that it was stained with blood.The hand touched Snape, and stayed on his neck for a long time.During the brief meeting just now, he had found to his amazement that he wanted to throw himself at Snape and give him a hug.This is a kind of familiarity and impulse that seems to come from the soul, as if his body has also formed a habit at some point.But this was strange - Snape rarely had direct contact with people, and he didn't even pat people on the shoulder occasionally like other professors.
The Forest of Dean and the Shrieking Shack are Harry's only memories.He knew that Snape's chest was solid, but did he have any warmth?Shrieking Shack Rys Snape was bleeding and cold.The only physical contact that lasted more than ten seconds and the environment and temperature were normal was when Snape peeked at his memory when he was learning Occlumency, Snape grabbed his collar and lifted his whole body up. Nepe's hand on his chin was indeed warm.But the number of times they had physical contact was too little, and he had no idea where his sense of familiarity came from.
His wand lay by the pillow, a dim light glowing at the tip.He curled up into a ball.The bed curtains were thick, and the confined space made him feel safe.He raised the slender little bottle in front of his eyes, and slowly turned it slightly.
The silver-blue gas was slowly swirling in the crystal-clear flask, emitting fluorescence. This was the purest and most beautiful color he had ever seen in his short life.Inside this vial are the cherished memories of Hogwarts' scariest and most evil professor.These memories represent loneliness, regret, intrigue and love.
It was strange for Harry to realize that Snape had a childhood.Before that, he never thought that Snape had a childhood, a time when he was weak, and even though he saw his most unbearable memory, he didn't really realize that he had gone to school and done his homework just like anyone else. , there are rivals, there are friends - but he grew up quickly.He had never imagined that Snape could have so many different feelings.Didn't Lily take all tender feelings from this man when he died, a man who was hot-tempered, sullen, unfair, and full of resentment?Or were they still hidden somewhere in his body?
Harry turned over on his pillow and looked at the bottle, surprised that Snape seemed to have never been happy in his life.He has endured so much, and his spine is still straight.But Harry Potter, still surrounded by everyone in this life, almost lost his fighting spirit.
Even if he is destined to be used as a weapon, destined to die after everything he has experienced, fate is not a heavy shackle, it is a gift.
It had brought everyone to him.And bring him back to them after he lost them.He loved, was loved, was happy, was sad, won, lost.In his short life, fate made him experience almost everything.Although his life is short, it can be said to be complete.
"Thanks Merlin." Harry pressed the bottle to his forehead.When he looked down, he was surprised to see liquid dripping on the fabric in front of him.He touched his face, tears with one hand.
It's a good thing the bottle is still there, and it's a good thing they're all still there.Neville was alive, Seamus was alive, Sirius was alive, everybody was alive - Snape was alive.This is enough.
He will continue to struggle, will continue to ache.But he will love again, be loved, be happy, be angry, be sad again.He will go through it all again with his significant other and enjoy time with them.
From this alone, he gained enough courage to face his fate again, to face countless pains and a long flight.
"I'm back." Harry said softly.
The author has something to say: Pay attention... This is not the first time Xiaoha saw his home.He also saw James teasing him with a multicolored blob.Poor little ha.But it's not pitiful to become Erha.
Unfair and full of resentment, this is AR's impression of SS.He also said that SS is brave.He rarely talked about SS. How should I say this comment, it is very precious.He really doesn't talk much.Oh woc really can't mention AR, he feels uncomfortable when he mentions it.
Today, these two chapters were originally intended to be combined into one chapter, but after thinking about it, I decided to divide them into two chapters.It's annoying to watch for a long time.The double update is over, laugh, and the second volume will be opened tomorrow.
Why didn't I change the second volume as soon as Erha came back, because I think he has to turn his head around to start a new life, otherwise it doesn't count.It can't be obvious that it has started again, but all the emotions are still in the past, right?It took two chapters to get over it, well, this is the second volume.In the future, Golden Finger will be given the green light all the way. Although I can’t spoil it, don’t worry too much, I won’t abuse it.As for whether it is sweet or not, I can only promise that no one will die, and there will be a lot of interactions, but you all know the SS character. The character I choose is a hard and stubborn one. After all, it’s BL, right?Most of the time, Erha is probably still chasing and chasing.I feel that the SS of this article is quite gentle. Note that it is not gentle but gentle, so the sweetness should be okay, although it is not that kind of gentleman.
How to put it, even if it is the second volume, it is still the same as the food instructions in the copywriting. The cure is really a cure, but the cure I understand is the same as your understanding... How should I put it, what I understand is life or love It's not that easy, but as long as you persist, there will be good results in the end.First of all, it must be close to daily life. Who can sprinkle sugar every day? There are so many coincidences.After going through a lot and finally coming together, I think this is healing~
To be honest, this chapter still doesn't feel right.I don’t know how you guys feel, I’m personally not satisfied, maybe I’ll look back and make changes as appropriate when I have time.Still the same sentence, let's see.Kind of sorry, lol.
The second volume will have various settings and various major changes.It will be explained in various ways at that time.If you see something that feels wrong, you can ask, and you can wait for the next chapters. It may be some details that I want to hide, but I can’t rule out that I really didn’t expect it.See you tomorrow volume [-]!I’m really happy to be back to my daily life, hahaha~~~
He already knew almost everything about Snape, as if the room had completely shed its pretense to him, revealing the truth behind it.He looked around, the jars were still there, disgustingly colored, their contents unknown.The canister of dead cockroaches that hadn't had time to explode on top of his head must be there - Snape wouldn't have prepared a canister just to teach him Occlumency, he wouldn't be able to do that, though he had a bad taste.On Snape's desk was the last stack of papers for the school year.His comments are very harsh, but he has really read each one.A small door hidden behind a cupboard led to Snape's bedroom, which Harry discovered when he opened it.The bedroom was very simple, with almost no personal belongings. After walking around it a few times, Harry realized what he was thinking: he was looking for the trace left by Lily Evans in Snape's heart.
Then he really belatedly realized that Snape didn't just see his mother as the most precious friend in his life, as he had always believed.He loves his mother.This hidden love changed all the trajectories of the rest of his life, and it would not be erased until his death.
He came out of the bedroom, shocked by what he had just realized, and feeling dizzy.He found a chair and sat on it.Harry thought he would be disgusted to find out that this man had such feelings for his mother, but it was the dialogue that echoed in his head:
— "Mediocre, arrogant, like his father, obsessed with disciplining, showing off, attracting attention, disrespectful —" "That's what you want to see."
——"I never thought of running away!" "Yes...so far, you are much braver than Karkaroff. Sometimes I think our classification is too hasty..."
——"He is a double of his father!" "He is more like Lily in his bones, more like Lily Evans..."
— "I do everything to keep Lily Potter's son safe, and you tell me you keep him like a pig for slaughter!" "Lily Potter...? Severus, Don't tell me you have feelings for that kid!"
- "After all this time?"
"Always." he replied.
Harry subconsciously reached out to touch the small dragon skin pouch on his chest.But that bag was lost in the gap of time and space, and the things that had accompanied him for nearly a year in the bag were still lying in their original positions in this time and space.Now he knew why Snape had torn up the half page of the letter.The only thing that played repeatedly in his mind was Snape's tearful and distraught face holding the lifeless body.He also wiped his face with his sleeve, as if there was an uncontrollable liquid running down his face.He looked at his sleeves, not surprised at all, the sleeves were dry.
Harry looked at the sleeve.He suddenly understood why Snape looked away before him in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He thought it was his only complete victory at that time, that Snape was afraid, and even felt the joy of revenge.Thinking about it now, all his hatred and victories were just a joke, Snape was the bravest man he had ever seen in his life, he was not afraid of anything, not even pain and death, the only thing he didn't want to face was him A woman you love deeply—even if it's just a part of that woman.He recalled Snape's intent gaze on Lily, who would often blush when Snape looked at Lily with his black eyes.What kind of gaze was that?Had he looked that way into his eyes at the Shrieking Shack?Was it this look that made Hermione lose her composure?
Harry closed his eyes.The first and only time he had seen his home was in Snape's most painful memory.His home was ruined by the curse.But he finally knew that his home was like this before.They had a soft brown rug and a nice little sofa where his father must have played with him a lot.In the room where the crib was placed, the walls were originally pale yellow.What a warm color.The curtains, which now only have tattered grids, turned out to have such a beautiful orange pattern.The broken wooden door was once so pure white.The rotten cabinet by the wall was brand new more than ten years ago, and the wax was polished brightly.The things he saw under the snow on the ground turned out not to be debris, but fragments of the roof that had been blasted by the curse, and they didn't hit the pram... If they hit him right on the head, he would No need to be tortured for 17 years.
Harry pictured his younger self stumbling around the house, flying on a child's broom.He pursed his lips and smiled unconsciously.Maybe the vase he broke was in the corner, under the picture frame... and there were dolls hanging from the handle of the wardrobe.The rug in that room was beautifully woven, but was largely covered by lamps and debris from the roof, making it hard to see.The young Snape was kneeling on that carpet, perhaps where his 17-year-old self had stood in another time and space, holding Lily and crying heartbreakingly.Did he write on that board?what will he writeNo, he won't write it.With an almost equal hatred for Voldemort and his own father, he wouldn't wish him luck.Even if he had hugged him... yes, he had seen Snape holding him in his memory.The young wizard frowned and hugged the one-year-old baby, as if trying to stay away from him, but stared into his eyes and refused to relax at all.On his face, disgust and nostalgia were intertwined, and his stiff movements were full of nostalgia and reluctance.He took one last look at the boy, eyes full of determination.He handed the one-year-old Harry out, freed Harry's little hand from grabbing his sleeve, turned and walked out of the house, never looking back.
Harry looked around Snape's office one last time, stood up, shook the cloak, and walked out of the cellar.In the moonlit corridor, the portraits were whispering, and there was the sound of footsteps in the distance, probably Filch and his cat.Harry whispered a spell that he read from a book one night during his escape journey. This spell could take away his breath—he had too many loopholes in the spell, and books could help him make up for these terrible deficiencies. , but he seemed to be the natural enemy of books until he left school.He hid in the shadows next to a cabinet and smiled wryly.
Harry kept his eyes fixed on the castle walls while he waited for Filch to walk past.The pale blue moonlight absorbed the sound of footsteps, and it wasn't until the light from the lantern reached the corner where Harry was that he realized that the night watchman he met was not Filch.The tall black shadow walked slowly through the moonlit ground, and his black eyes looked towards the cabinet.
Harry wasn't sure if Snape knew he was hiding here, he saw Snape purse his lower lip.Harry held his breath nervously, he wasn't ready to meet Snape yet.Unexpectedly, Snape just glanced at it briefly, then continued to move forward and left.Harry watched his back intently until he was completely out of Harry's sight.
He thought he could see the truth behind Snape's face, but he didn't see anything.He'd tried his best to watch and tried his best to imagine, but Snape was still just a cranky, dangerous, mean bastard.Where is such a man who is as indifferent as a stone sculpture hiding his deep feelings?He always carries these memories with him.He has a Pensieve, but these feelings are all in his head.
Harry cautiously stayed where he was.After less than a year, hiding himself seems to have become a habit of his.He didn't go back to Gryffindor Tower until the corridor was empty, and he lay back on the bed and lowered the curtains.
He had just met a real Snape.He admitted that he was the one he most wanted to see.He thought he'd find Snape gracious, but he found that they were still so far away.
There were 30 years between them that he couldn't participate in.
Harry looked at his hands.It was very clean, but he always had the illusion that it was stained with blood.The hand touched Snape, and stayed on his neck for a long time.During the brief meeting just now, he had found to his amazement that he wanted to throw himself at Snape and give him a hug.This is a kind of familiarity and impulse that seems to come from the soul, as if his body has also formed a habit at some point.But this was strange - Snape rarely had direct contact with people, and he didn't even pat people on the shoulder occasionally like other professors.
The Forest of Dean and the Shrieking Shack are Harry's only memories.He knew that Snape's chest was solid, but did he have any warmth?Shrieking Shack Rys Snape was bleeding and cold.The only physical contact that lasted more than ten seconds and the environment and temperature were normal was when Snape peeked at his memory when he was learning Occlumency, Snape grabbed his collar and lifted his whole body up. Nepe's hand on his chin was indeed warm.But the number of times they had physical contact was too little, and he had no idea where his sense of familiarity came from.
His wand lay by the pillow, a dim light glowing at the tip.He curled up into a ball.The bed curtains were thick, and the confined space made him feel safe.He raised the slender little bottle in front of his eyes, and slowly turned it slightly.
The silver-blue gas was slowly swirling in the crystal-clear flask, emitting fluorescence. This was the purest and most beautiful color he had ever seen in his short life.Inside this vial are the cherished memories of Hogwarts' scariest and most evil professor.These memories represent loneliness, regret, intrigue and love.
It was strange for Harry to realize that Snape had a childhood.Before that, he never thought that Snape had a childhood, a time when he was weak, and even though he saw his most unbearable memory, he didn't really realize that he had gone to school and done his homework just like anyone else. , there are rivals, there are friends - but he grew up quickly.He had never imagined that Snape could have so many different feelings.Didn't Lily take all tender feelings from this man when he died, a man who was hot-tempered, sullen, unfair, and full of resentment?Or were they still hidden somewhere in his body?
Harry turned over on his pillow and looked at the bottle, surprised that Snape seemed to have never been happy in his life.He has endured so much, and his spine is still straight.But Harry Potter, still surrounded by everyone in this life, almost lost his fighting spirit.
Even if he is destined to be used as a weapon, destined to die after everything he has experienced, fate is not a heavy shackle, it is a gift.
It had brought everyone to him.And bring him back to them after he lost them.He loved, was loved, was happy, was sad, won, lost.In his short life, fate made him experience almost everything.Although his life is short, it can be said to be complete.
"Thanks Merlin." Harry pressed the bottle to his forehead.When he looked down, he was surprised to see liquid dripping on the fabric in front of him.He touched his face, tears with one hand.
It's a good thing the bottle is still there, and it's a good thing they're all still there.Neville was alive, Seamus was alive, Sirius was alive, everybody was alive - Snape was alive.This is enough.
He will continue to struggle, will continue to ache.But he will love again, be loved, be happy, be angry, be sad again.He will go through it all again with his significant other and enjoy time with them.
From this alone, he gained enough courage to face his fate again, to face countless pains and a long flight.
"I'm back." Harry said softly.
The author has something to say: Pay attention... This is not the first time Xiaoha saw his home.He also saw James teasing him with a multicolored blob.Poor little ha.But it's not pitiful to become Erha.
Unfair and full of resentment, this is AR's impression of SS.He also said that SS is brave.He rarely talked about SS. How should I say this comment, it is very precious.He really doesn't talk much.Oh woc really can't mention AR, he feels uncomfortable when he mentions it.
Today, these two chapters were originally intended to be combined into one chapter, but after thinking about it, I decided to divide them into two chapters.It's annoying to watch for a long time.The double update is over, laugh, and the second volume will be opened tomorrow.
Why didn't I change the second volume as soon as Erha came back, because I think he has to turn his head around to start a new life, otherwise it doesn't count.It can't be obvious that it has started again, but all the emotions are still in the past, right?It took two chapters to get over it, well, this is the second volume.In the future, Golden Finger will be given the green light all the way. Although I can’t spoil it, don’t worry too much, I won’t abuse it.As for whether it is sweet or not, I can only promise that no one will die, and there will be a lot of interactions, but you all know the SS character. The character I choose is a hard and stubborn one. After all, it’s BL, right?Most of the time, Erha is probably still chasing and chasing.I feel that the SS of this article is quite gentle. Note that it is not gentle but gentle, so the sweetness should be okay, although it is not that kind of gentleman.
How to put it, even if it is the second volume, it is still the same as the food instructions in the copywriting. The cure is really a cure, but the cure I understand is the same as your understanding... How should I put it, what I understand is life or love It's not that easy, but as long as you persist, there will be good results in the end.First of all, it must be close to daily life. Who can sprinkle sugar every day? There are so many coincidences.After going through a lot and finally coming together, I think this is healing~
To be honest, this chapter still doesn't feel right.I don’t know how you guys feel, I’m personally not satisfied, maybe I’ll look back and make changes as appropriate when I have time.Still the same sentence, let's see.Kind of sorry, lol.
The second volume will have various settings and various major changes.It will be explained in various ways at that time.If you see something that feels wrong, you can ask, and you can wait for the next chapters. It may be some details that I want to hide, but I can’t rule out that I really didn’t expect it.See you tomorrow volume [-]!I’m really happy to be back to my daily life, hahaha~~~
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