[SSHP] End of life

Harry sat facing the bed in the little wooden chair Dudley used to sit in when he was six, holding his own luggage in his hand.The past three weeks had been a dream, with the Marauder's Map in his hand twenty-four hours a day, making sure Snape was still at Hogwarts and not at Voldemort's side.Harry saw him once, at the leaving dinner, the only time in three weeks.Dumbledore's speech was much more serious than usual, and the oppressive atmosphere in the auditorium made Harry feel that Snape's face was paler than usual.They looked at each other briefly, and Snape looked away, the expression on his face elusive.

For three weeks, Harry did little else but eat and sleep.He understands that he should seize all the time to absorb knowledge, but knowing what he knows is another thing to do.He had a book, but he couldn't read it, and couldn't help glancing at the Marauder's Map with his eyes.In the end, he himself gave up understanding the content of the book, sat resignedly by the map, and raised his head from the paper and pen every 3 minutes to glance at it.

Snape was in his own dormitory down the corridor, barely moving.Harry couldn't help wondering if he was hurt so badly that he couldn't even move his body.He wanted to check Snape's health in person, but luckily he was going to see him today - right away.

At two o'clock in the morning, the sky is no longer dark, but light blue.The star still hangs on it.Harry got up from his chair and went to the window to look out.The lawn outside the window was dark and the air was hot.There was a slight explosion behind him.

Harry turned to see Severus Snape standing in the middle of his bedroom, wearing a dark green traveling cloak.He was looking around Harry's bedroom, and his lips curled slightly when he saw the broken chair wobbling slightly on the floor.

How strange.This tiny bedroom gets so cramped once you put two people in it.Harry thought.

He took two steps closer and raised his head to carefully observe the face of the man he had been thinking about for three weeks.Snape tilted his head slightly, looked down at Harry's face, and looked away in disgust.

"The principal asked me to pick you up." He took a step back and said simply, "He told you before the holiday that you need to receive my individual tutoring during the summer vacation. If necessary, the tutoring will continue after the school starts. I Trust you've packed your bags?"

Harry nodded, and pulled the handle of the suitcase out.He glanced at Snape's hand.

"No Portkey, Potter, and no flying broomsticks. The Floo Network will be watched too." Snape said sarcastically, "You are not yet 16 and cannot Apparate alone, but if there are wizards who Leading you, you won't lose a part of your body for a minion to manifest. Hold on to me, Potter."

Harry glanced again at Snape's hand.Snape stood where he was, with no intention of inviting him, and no explicit indication of what part of his body or clothing he could grab.Gritting his teeth, Harry pulled the suitcase to Snape's side and wrapped his hands tightly around the tall man's waist.Snape's body stiffened.

Harry's intentions were simple.He simply wanted revenge for Snape's apparent dislike.But when he really touched the lean and strong waist, before he had time to feel Snape's irritation happily, the strange inexplicable familiarity he felt a year ago swept over again, this flash His familiarity and longing made him stunned for a moment.

Snape held up a hand.Harry thought the hand was going to pull him away and punch him, but it just grabbed the back of his neck.After a painful twirl, the big hand moved away from the back of his neck, grabbed his collar and threw him to the ground.

Harry got up, picked up the overturned suitcase, and found himself standing at the end of the street in Hogsmeade.The sky was slightly white, and he trotted to keep up with Snape's billowing black robe, dragging the heavy suitcase, and he was out of breath.Hedwig's cage was bouncing on top of the suitcase, and she flapped her wings and yelled at Harry angrily.Harry stopped and opened the cage door, Hedwig rushed out of the cage, bit his finger hard, spread his wings and flew away in the direction of Hogwarts.

"Dumbledore grants you the use of your own room," said Snape when they finally reached the hall. "You have a day to rest. Come to my office every day after lunch from tomorrow onwards."

After he finished speaking, he left Harry and walked quickly into the hall.Harry looked at the castle and looked around the lawn. The castle was empty.

It was a bloody wish granted, Harry thought.He confirmed that Snape was still alive, and that was the price.He just had to be with Snape - the whole long summer vacation in a castle with maybe two of them, with an unreasonable bastard most of the time, when it should have been happier, he should have been with Ron and Hermione Together, at 12 Grimmauld Place with the Weasleys, Sirius and Lupine.Now those are gone.

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This is the first time Harry has spent his summer vacation at Hogwarts since he entered school.Every meal would appear on his bedside table on a regular basis, and whether he ate it or not, it would appear and then disappear at regular intervals.When Harry walked down the stairs to the cellar alone at noon, he thought gloomily that he was like a ghost in a huge castle, and that if Snape didn't show up, he might just have to talk to Myrtle.

"Close the door behind you, Potter." Harry heard the familiar opening words as they walked into the potions office, with Snape sitting in a chair by his desk.

"I hope you realize what you need to learn," said Snape, with a look of deep impatience and weariness on his face - as if he had given up on Harry and decided the course was a waste of time. Just as much time, and indeed he did say, "I think this class is a complete waste of time - Occlumency, that elusive witchcraft that prevents your brain from being hacked, some people are born with It is not suitable for learning this, and I believe you belong to this kind of person."

"What kind of person isn't born to learn this?" Harry asked a little curiously, after judging that Snape didn't mean to belittle him.

"People with impulsive personalities." Snape replied with a sneer. "They can't learn to separate their emotions from their thoughts. All their emotions float on the surface like oil on water without any separation. It's ridiculous that they put this This confusion is called honesty."

Harry lowered his gaze and was silent for a moment.He suddenly found out that his Occlumency had grown more when he was 13 years old, and he would be 13 years old only because Snape died.

He remembered kneeling on the floor of the Shrieking Shack, and the world seemed to change hue.At that time, he almost got rid of the original impulse in his character, as if his soul had left his body, and he looked coldly at everything in the blood and fire.His emotions were sad and angry, but his mind was clear and cold.But the sea he had felt in the medical wing before the summer vacation was more clear and distant.

This is separation.

Control your brain and hide all your emotions with reason.Always know what is needed, always lie when necessary—

"I'll try," said Harry quietly, looking at the Pensieve on the table.

"Well... let me see how you can resist," said Snape wearily. "Now get out your wand, Potter, and resist in every way you can think of - Legilimency!"

Everything is going backwards fast.He had spent the past day lying flat on his bed, motionless.He ate a cold sandwich, staring intently at the Marauder's Map as he ate.He rides a broomstick and flees from a dragon chasing him.He's in the prefect's bathroom—

"No!" Harry shouted in his head.He began to resist desperately.When he came back to his senses, he had already collapsed on the floor of the office, his temple throbbing.He rubbed his temples and sat up.

"I'm surprised, Potter, it's better than I expected." Snape said in a somewhat surprised tone, "but not enough. You've shown me too much... Our ultimate goal is to Completely closed, if possible, it is best to overcome the sense of disobedience caused by lies, and lie without being discovered. This can do more things than imagined..."

Harry continued rubbing his temples, barely getting up.

"Get out of your mind, Potter. Get out of your personal emotions, out of all your feelings."

Imagine that you are suspended outside your body, watching the world.

"Restrain the mind, concentrate—"

Think of nothing, no—just imagine the sky.Different skies, twinkling with stars, whitish, dark blue, pitch black——

"- Legilimency!"

The sky quickly retreated.Harry covered his face and growled loudly.The clear sky is raining and the moon is rising.Fire clouds covered the sky, warm, and silhouettes of countless birds flitted across the treetops.It's snowing.A silver animal bounced lightly, looking up at the top of the astronomy tower.Dawn and dusk change, those dementors are suspended above the Forbidden Forest, the hem of the cloak is like a broken banner...

When he thought of the black still figure, his mind trembled, as if a door had been slammed open.The sky no longer exists, and the pictures fly by quickly.He chased the golden egg and ran down the stairs, he sat on the floor of the bedroom and pried open the floor, he rode a broom in the heavy rain, the patron saint spread his wings like an arrow and flew to the sky...

He fell to the ground, and it took him a long time to realize that he was not lying on the Quidditch pitch in the rain, but in Snape's office.His head ached like his eyeballs were going to pop, he gasped, and Snape didn't speak for a moment.Only then did he realize that Snape had stopped.

The light of the candle flickered.Harry was lying on the floor. If Snape didn't stop, his exhausted brain would not be able to stop him from invading even if he resisted.It was only a hair's breadth away, and Snape would see the truth of what belonged to Harry Potter.He would see his own death, would see his death drive him mad.For a moment, Harry didn't even know whether he wanted Snape to know this or not.

Maybe it would be better to know, he thought at last.Always keeping these secrets alone, he was also tired.

"Get up." Snape said in a flat tone, his face hidden in deep shadows, "this time you resisted for a long time, although you failed in the end...I think you can do nothing more today .It's a good way to imagine certain elements, I'm surprised you know how to read a little bit - go back to practice, Potter. Continue tomorrow, remember to clear your mind before bed."

Harry sat up from the floor, watching Snape dip the tip of his wand into the Pensieve.The man picks out a thin thread, which enters his temple.After a while, as if finally noticing that Harry was still in the office, Snape turned his head, his black eyes glowing in the candlelight, not empty at all.Harry couldn't help thinking that maybe it wasn't that he didn't notice, he just didn't want to pay attention to him.

"What I have invaded is your brain. This will not damage your eardrum." He said coldly, "I will tell you to get up and leave my office."

"But what can I do when I go back?" Harry said. Under the extreme exhaustion, he felt that his control over his emotions was unprecedentedly low. En together."

"Believe me, it's not my wish to give you private tutoring." Snape said tactfully, "You can spend the rest of the time writing homework that you will never finish without copying, or just staring at a piece of parchment in a daze .”

"I don't have a reason to stare at the map anymore," said Harry dryly, feeling very angry at this ungrateful old bastard.

"Then rot in your dormitory." Snape gave Harry a cold look, "But even if you are only a skeleton, you have to come on time tomorrow. The headmaster has asked me to, and I have to continue to accompany you wasting my time."

"So what can you do at my age!" Harry said angrily, standing up suddenly, "You did a good job, because this is your job! But I—"

Snape squeezed the last sliver of memory into his head, squinting at Harry.His wand was on his own temple.

For a split second, all of Harry's self-control was overwhelmed by the look of contempt.As if water and oil had been stirred into a cloudy suspension by a glass rod, body faster than consciousness, he raised his wand at Snape.

"Legislasia!"

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