[SSHP] End of life

After a few weeks, Harry saw Snape again, in front of a bookstore on a very bustling street in Muggle London.Snape was wearing slacks and a dark blue cotton long-sleeved shirt with the cuffs rolled up to the forearm, just over the edge of the Death Eater logo.A thin black windbreaker was loosely draped over his arms. He leaned against the door of the bookstore and watched the sunset turn red at the edge of the clouds, with one hand in his trouser pocket, looking like a Muggle office worker through and through.

Harry had never seen a grown-up Snape in Muggle attire.All he remembered was Snape's ill-fitting blouses when he was very young, and an oversized coat that made him look like a little bat.He thought Snape didn't suit Muggle attire, and he didn't think he suited well, and the attire suited him too.His hair was very clean, and the slightly curly black hair ended on the collar, sweeping back and forth in a small amount in the breeze, which seemed to have a very good touch, and even made Harry want to touch it.In the slanting light of the setting sun, Snape squinted uncomfortably.

Although he unbuttoned his black robe like an ascetic carrying thorns all the time, he still looked serious and rigid.Harry looked at Snape, and within a few weeks, he felt as if he hadn't seen him in years - his eyes were easily recognizable on any face, but it was a look that hadn't been seen for a long time.

Harry stopped.Although the same person, Snape himself was clearly more menacing in appearance than Lupine.At this moment, he felt a little cringe.Snape had left in a rage last time, and he didn't know what Dumbledore had talked to him afterwards.

Snape noticed Harry with his mouth wide open, and a hint of sarcasm flashed through his narrowed eyes.He straightened up.

Lupine walked over to him.Snape turned his gaze and motioned to Lupine, and soon Lupine lifted what seemed to be a heavy bag from Snape's feet.Harry peeped inside, there were many bottles, and the color looked very much like Wolfsbane | Potion.

"Severus, this task is very time-consuming. Dumbledore said, you'd better start as soon as possible..."

"I know better than you what he said, Lupine." Snape said softly, raising his eyebrows unkindly.Even in Muggle attire, he was still difficult to get along with.

Lupine nodded mildly, taking no notice of his rudeness.He patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Listen, Harry - this job was supposed to be mine, but I screwed up...I didn't meet the deadline to convince the pack of werewolves. It's all up to you. You can do everything we can't things—believe in yourself, Harry, you are the Boy Who Lived, and many miracles have happened to you...if you want to, you can do it."

Harry nodded and patted Lupine back on the shoulder.Lupine looked slightly relieved.

"The rest of the plan needs to be told by Severus slowly on the way. I still have something to do, so let's take a step first. So, good luck to you, Harry." After Lupine finished speaking, he smiled tiredly, and Apparation disappeared up.

Harry stared for a moment at where Lupine had just stood, as if there were footprints there.He wants one person to dominate the situation again. This time it is not simply avoiding, finding, and passing through dangers, but more difficult persuasion.They gave him the task, assuring him that he could do it, without even asking if he felt pressured or if he had a plan of action.And he'd never done anything like it before—every time they trusted him for no apparent reason.

He wavered briefly, and quickly decided to go on the road first, not thinking about it for the time being.

Snape stood where he was and didn't speak.Harry looked up to find Snape staring at him.But the man didn't push him to act, he guessed maybe he was waiting for himself to figure it out.This man is always considerate in his own way, he doesn't enlighten or comfort, but he is willing to give him the time he lacks most now.

Maybe everyone thought of him as a savior, that he had a magical power that he didn't even know about, and could accomplish anything - only Snape didn't think so.This man regards him as a mediocre but arrogant, showy but not a burden with corresponding strength.He belittles him, but at the same time, strangely trusts him.Maybe this was the attitude he wanted: he was unwilling, he wanted to prove himself, but he was never afraid of letting Snape down.And in front of people who would never ridicule him, he also tried his best to do his best, but felt a lot of pressure.He thinks he might be an ignorant brat, plus a masochist.

Thinking of this, he flinched a little.But he tried hard to convince himself that even if he found some quirks, it was his true self, and he had no choice but to accept it.Snape was still staring at him unkindly.He walked over, raised his head and smiled, "We can go, sir."

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I believe that for anyone, riding a Muggle vehicle with Snape would be a very fresh experience.There were a lot of people during the rush hour, and Snape was holding on to the rings on his head. In the crowded crowd, he stood firmly in place, frowning impatiently because of too much touching.Harry grabbed the rings too, bumping into Snape's shoulder every now and then in the rickety carriage.He secretly looked at the man around him, imagining how the incident would end if he couldn't help but cast a curse on him or the passengers around him.

The two arrived in the suburbs by bus, and when they got off, it was past eleven o'clock at night.There were no street lights around here, and Harry noticed that the bus stop signs were torn, and the paint was peeling off so much that it was so mottled that it was impossible to see the bus lines that stopped here.After getting off the car and walking for a while, there is a river full of garbage.On one side of this gray-black river is a high-end residential area, and on the other side are low-rise buildings, and the houses are dusty.Harry looked across the river, where the lights were brightly lit.

Harry recognized it, even though he hadn't actually been there once as the Secret Keeper.This was Spider's End, which had appeared many times in Snape's memory.Harry's mother used to live in one of the houses there.When she was a child, she used to go to an abandoned square with swings and a chimney in the distance that towered into the sky.

I don't know if that square is still there.That square was also the place where the two of them met for the first time... Would Snape go there in the middle of the night when he couldn't sleep, and sit on the swing and look up at the sky?Like Lily's wedding day, like Harry himself likes to do every time he gets bullied by Dudley.

He thought again of Little Whinging in the sun.That place full of resentment and shame, and I have always wanted to escape, now that I think about it, the only location can only be "home".

Harry looked around and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.He found a topic.

"I left a lot of hair for Polyjuice Potion, and I almost got shaved." He complained, touching his scalp-short hair, "It's so cold."

"Believe me, Potter's tradition will make your hair look like a smear of tonic and grow into a mess in no time."

Snape talked - at least he was willing to talk to him.That's progress, Harry thought with a wry smile.

Snape opened the door with the key, and when Harry walked in, closed the door and locked it.Harry wanted to ask how they got there, how long they had to travel.But he didn't say anything in the end, because Snape led him without a word to a large bedroom on the second floor.The man tossed a gray sheet onto the only hard plank bed in the vacant room, and glanced at Harry with an expression on his face that clearly indicated that he was waiting for him to say it wouldn't be made or complained about only the plank, so that he couldn't hold back. sarcasm him.Harry swallowed all the questions, ignored the other person, shook out the sheets in a familiar way, and spread them in the Muggle way.

After Snape left, Harry heaved a sigh of relief, closed the door, tidied himself a little and lay down on the bed.He never slept on a bed, and even the bunk in the cupboard had a cushion.The bed was so hard it hurt his bones very uncomfortable.Harry thought he wouldn't be able to fall asleep, but the opposite happened, and he fell asleep quickly before he even had time to roll over to find a comfortable position.

When Harry woke up, it felt like only a few seconds had passed.But his waist and back were very sore, as if he had been lying on the concrete floor for a long time.He moved with a groan, his shoulder aching, and realized he was sleeping on Snape's hard plank bed.Before falling asleep, the curtains in the bedroom were not drawn. He covered his eyes with his hands and looked out through the gaps between his fingers. It was already dawn.

Harry scrambled to his feet, the thin sheets wrapped around his legs, causing him to stumble.He had guessed in his heart that Snape would simply ignore him and want to get up early to cook...assuming Snape's family had the ingredients.Even if it wasn't for filling his stomach, he shouldn't have slept until this time—he had always gotten up early at the Dursleys' house, and he had formed a fixed biological clock. Will sleep till it's daylight.He scrambled on his clothes, folded the sheets that were thinner than his clothes, and rushed downstairs, praying that Snape wasn't in the living room.

Looking down, Harry made sure Merlin hadn't heard his prayer.Snape was sitting in an old armchair at the desk.He was leaning on the wooden railing, still in Muggle attire, with a newspaper in his hand.The frayed and fuzzy sofa Harry had seen in memory was gone, replaced by another armchair, across from the table.The table was even more worn than the chairs, and one leg was noticeably shorter than the other three.Seeing this table, Harry felt that the bookshelves around him gave him a terrible sense of oppression, and he had the illusion that the books on the four walls were also precariously like the table, and might collapse at any time.

Hearing Harry's heavy footsteps, Snape closed the newspaper slightly, revealing two indifferent deep black eyes.Above the paper, his eyebrows cocked high: "Very well, very well. Gryffindor lazy, Gryffindor sloppy... you're wearing your clothes backwards, Potter. Or maybe it's the Savior's." New hobby? Of course – the savior always wanted to be special. He hoped that wearing clothes backwards would be a trend.”

Harry looked down at his clothes, blushing.He sprinted down the stairs, steadied himself on the last step, and began to undress.As he folded his hands and lifted the hem of his clothes over his head, he suddenly became aware that Snape was sitting across the room watching him.The malicious gaze seemed to shine directly on Harry's face through the clothes.

Harry wanted to let go, but he felt that the two men had nothing to do with each other.After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and tore off the clothes from his head, shaking the sleeves and putting them on again.With his head covered in his clothes, he could only hear the clatter of newspapers being folded across the room, followed by the familiar cool voice: "Perfect, a Potter's etiquette. The savior of the catastrophe, Dumbledore Lido's golden boy, a gifted Seeker, who thought anyone would take a keen interest in his divine body?"

What a bad morning.Harry was staring at the ground, and if he didn't, he might throw Snape on the ground and beat him up.There was a dent in the edge of the last step, as if it had been struck hard with some blunt instrument.The edge of the pothole has been slightly cracked, obviously a long time has passed.

"Don't waste time." Harry heard the sole of one of Snape's boots on the wooden floor, followed by the sound of a chair being moved - and Snape stood up. "Or does the savior Potter think that someone needs to pull out the chair for you and wait for you to sit down and eat these breakfasts that are not worthy of your status?"

Harry glanced up at the table, only to notice that there were quite a few mismatched dishes on it.Some patterns are worn out and blurred, and some edges are missing.These things are actually very conspicuous on the table, but his sight just now was completely occupied by the table leg.There was only a simple cup of coffee on the side where Snape stood, while the other side was full of things, not only toast and bacon, but also jam, a small bowl of beans, a bottle of milk and a bag of corn piece.There was even a fried egg spread on top of the white toast.

Harry froze, staring at the breakfast, most of which hadn't been on the Hogwarts table, and he couldn't believe that Snape had prepared it.A few seconds later, he glared up at Snape, covering his flushed and hot cheeks: "Can't you stop talking to me so slyly? You're only going to make me believe you're trying to poison me to death."

"Trust me, I really want to," Snape said coldly.But he stopped talking endlessly, and the deliberate malice in his tone disappeared.Harry guessed he hadn't decided to be nice to him, he'd just been sarcastic enough to be content.

He glared at Snape, and walked over to sit across from him.Only then did he realize that the stairs he had just descended were behind a secret door in the wall of books, and it was now closed.

He moved his gaze to the table.Breakfast has obviously been put under a heat preservation spell, the milk is steaming, and the toast slices look very soft.Jam was Harry's favorite variety, and he stubbornly chose it for breakfast every morning at Hogwarts for nine years.He couldn't help but glance at Snape.Snape was already back in his seat, and the paper turned to the next page.

Thinking of Hogwarts, Harry surprisingly didn't feel too much sadness or miss--missing didn't help what he was trying to do, he needed to focus on the present and the future.He finished his beans and poured the milk into the bowl.The utensil used to hold the milk was a familiar bottle containing potion ingredients, and it might have been filled with cockroach or animal genital powder an hour ago.He gave the bottle a disgusted look, pushed it away, and stopped himself from guessing what had been inside.

He stirred the milk and tore open the bag of cornflakes.The cornflakes were obviously new, and the production date showed the day before yesterday.He loved cornflakes, the sweet cornflakes he only got on weekends at the Dursleys'.Cornflakes represented satisfaction and happiness when he was a child. Even though he stayed in Hogwarts for many years, he still didn't get tired of eating cornflakes. Cornflakes still had a special meaning to him.He stole another glance at Snape, who was drinking his coffee, frowning, clearly dissatisfied with the temperature.

The Warming Charm fixes all objects cast on it at a lukewarm temperature.Harry didn't like coffee, but he knew that the taste of coffee would be greatly reduced at the temperature of the Warm Charm.Why should he wait for him to eat?

He was stirring the mixture of milk and corn flakes unconsciously in thought, staring at Snape's forehead that was exposed above the newspaper.Snape noticed Harry's gaze, slightly lowered the height of the newspaper in his hand, and raised an eyebrow.Harry quickly lowered his head, scooped up a spoonful of corn flakes from the bowl and stuffed them into his mouth.He thought he might not get enough to eat, but after Snape gave him such a stare, he immediately felt that he couldn't eat anything.

Snape stood up and left.After a while, when Harry finally finished half of the bowl of cornflakes, a glass of orange juice, a boiled egg, and an apple in another bottle of former potion ingredients were pushed over on the tray.Harry looked up in surprise, Snape had already sat back in the armchair, reopened the newspaper, and the dinner plate on the table had not been collected.Harry judged that the man was not urging, so he grabbed the boiled egg, peeled it and threw it into his cornflakes, poking a few holes with a fork.

Snape thought he had the appetite of a lion, a lion that didn't have the brains and limbs to get hungry all the time, no doubt about it.Or the man thought that he looked at him frequently because he felt that these things couldn't satisfy him, but he didn't dare to make a sound.Harry drank the orange juice in one gulp, feeling it flow into the gap between the food in his stomach, filling all the gaps.Then, little by little, they began to raise the plane, up to the back of his throat.Harry took a breath and took a small bite of the apple.He clearly felt that the toast and corn flakes in his stomach were swelled by the milk and orange juice, and the water level rose again.The bite of the apple he had just swallowed was floating on the water and lodged in the middle of his esophagus.He began to seriously consider whether to sneak up to the toilet and put a finger in his mouth so he could spit something out.

"Potter." Snape seemed to sigh, he raised two fingers and folded the newspaper in his hand, "If you insist that you are a fish, then I have nothing to say."

"...fish...sir...?" Harry said two words slowly. He really had eaten too much, and now even the slightest breath was weighing on his stomach.

"They will eat all the food within sight until they are exhausted." Snape replied coldly, threw the newspaper aside, stood up and began to clear the dishes on the table.

"Uh... I'll do it, sir." Harry smiled awkwardly, and stood up slowly while supporting the table.It wasn't until he stood up that he really realized how much he had eaten.He held the apple painfully with one hand and tried to stack the plates with the other.

"That's enough, Potter. Breaking my plate is a trivial matter. If you fall on the ground and can't get up or even hurt your stomach, I will waste more time." Snape's black eyes glanced at Harry, thin The thin lips twisted into a slightly mocking smile, "I'm curious how an intemperate savior survived from the table at Hogwarts to the present."

"Perhaps it's because there's a time limit for meals?" Harry tentatively asked, not saying he kept eating because he thought it would irritate Snape if he couldn't finish it.

Snape seemed satisfied with the answer.He snorted, picked up the plate and walked into the kitchen.

The author has something to say: Shaking M Erha and Unhappy want to find fault but are super gentle and considerate super OOC version of SS.laugh.Tried it three or four times, but still couldn't fill in all the pattern at the beginning of the Half-Blood Prince, so I didn't fill it in.I feel very uncomfortable writing today, I am not happy.

AR himself doesn't like to talk about SS very much. The only few interviews include various statements. His evaluation of SS is as follows:

Characters full of depth.There is an indescribable quality, living in an extremely strict way to oneself, including emotional and physical.A lonely being who always feels like he has a responsibility, but no one knows what it is. AR spoke a few short sentences, some of which were words.Mystery, very focused, innocence, confusion, anger/resentment (I think he has both meanings of this word), taking great risks, sense of responsibility, some things are not choices, but have to be done, after all, loyalty is difficult to define .Vulnerable, but he didn't realize how vulnerable he was.The courage that remained until the last moment.

These evaluations of AR are the basis for most of the character of SS in this article.His evaluation is simple and in place, but limited to English level, I may express inaccurately.But I guess you've all seen this review too.Personally, I tend to put up a high wall, clumsy, refusal but sincere SS, he will definitely not be too considerate and homely.Is there wine but food at home? Yes, there must be. He has to live, but what is there, um... hard to say.I just hope that Xiao Ha can make SS compromise a little for him and be willing to try to do something for him.This is why I deviate from the original work and even my own positioning of SS in this chapter.I think OOC is very serious in this chapter, but this time I don't feel guilty at all.As for finding faults when I wake up in the morning, it may be out of sheer displeasure to go out with Erha, it may be because I am not used to it, I am shy, or it may be other reasons.