[SSHP] End of life

The first week of September passed quickly.It started to rain the second day they arrived at the werewolf colony, and it was the rainy season in the mountains.The continuous light rain caused the water level of the river to rise, and the creek at the door of the hut was no longer gentle and became turbulent.Every night when they go to bed, they need to put up a little window to ensure that they will not be poisoned by carbon monoxide-the fireplace must be lit all night.Harry woke up once in the middle of the night, to the sound of rain, the sound of running water, the sound of a bonfire, and the sound of Snape's gentle breathing—on that day, he sat on the bed and enjoyed the tranquility that he seemed to have never enjoyed in 20 years. It was not until early morning that he was willing to lie down.Then he quickly fell asleep again.

In the second week, the rain stopped after only two days.But the sky was still not clear, the temperature difference between day and night became larger, and the temperature during the day continued to drop.Probably because of malnutrition since he was a child, Harry's body temperature is actually slightly lower than that of normal boys, even if he has supplemented it for several years since he was 11 years old.When he was at Hogwarts, as long as he sat quietly for a while, even by the fireplace, his body temperature would drop due to inactivity.Even Hermione's hands were much warmer than Harry's at their lowest.Harry didn't like cold hands and feet, which was one of the reasons he kept playing Quidditch, though he didn't tell anyone about it.

The full moon night is still far away.Harry rubbed his hands quietly, planning to go out and run up and down the mountain road.Snape was sitting by the fireplace, reading a book, while another fire burned in a low stone circle, with the crooked brass kettle hanging from a tripod, white smoke billowing from the spout.On the rough table was the water cup he had been using all this time, and the tea in the water cup was steaming upwards.He looked up.

"Potter, don't go out at night—"

Before Snape finished speaking, Harry had already opened the door and walked out.The next second, a black figure suddenly jumped out from the side, threw Harry out of the way, and rolled into the darkness, out of sight.In the dark night without a ray of light, Harry let out a muffled groan from somewhere.

The black shadow growled.Snape stood up suddenly, and the chair fell backwards.The book he threw on the table hit the water glass to the ground, making a few bouncing muffled sounds.

"Dizzy—" Snape's roar overlapped with Harry's "No" cry, and another black figure leaped out, interrupting both of them.The werewolf lying on top of Harry tried his best to bite off his neck, but the werewolf firmly supported by Harry's elbow was knocked aside by the newly joined shadow, and rolled a few times on the ground without moving.Harry got up, wand in a bravado, and cautiously backed away to Snape.Snape was still holding his wand, pointing at the shadow of the unconscious werewolf who was squatting on the ground.His shadow was projected on the ground in front of him by the flames behind him, swaying with the flames, like a ferocious demon.

"You're crazy, sir!" whispered Harry.

"You'd rather let him bite off your stupid little neck?" Snape whispered back, his voice full of fury.Harry guessed that the only reason Snape hadn't had a full blown fit was because there was a threatening uncertainty beside it.If it weren't for the werewolf who saved his life, he would have been strangled to death by Snape long after he escaped unharmed.

"He passed out." The werewolf stood up and walked into the area where the light shone.

"Teddy?" Harry was a little surprised, "Thank you, I didn't expect..."

"That's Liken Greyback. His brother Fenrir has left our village for the Dark Lord, and I think you've seen him," said the werewolf leader, who had changed from his civilian clothes to a Coarse fur coat interlocked with beast tendons.As he spoke, he glanced at the unconscious werewolf on the ground as if worried. "You can call me Ben. . . . Daniel?"

"Come in and sit down." Harry nodded with a smile, acknowledged his address, and stepped aside.But Snape still blocked the door and did not move.

Ben Teddy shook his head.

"Actually, I wanted to come to tell you tomorrow. I didn't expect Liken to come today. Maybe he wants to kill you, so that you can completely shut up the vacillating people." He glanced at Liken again, looking a little Worrying, "The result of our discussion is that neither party will join."

"Why—" Harry opened his mouth wide, but Snape waved his hand in a clear gesture to keep it shut.The dark-haired man faced the flames sideways, his eyes were bright: "Fenrir Greyback chose the Dark Lord, and he himself has really gone. Suppose you can't suppress Liken Greyback, ask him to lead him People from that side have joined the Dark Lord's army, so the result of your discussion today is a complete scam."

Ben was silent for a moment, then said suddenly, "Excuse me—Is Remus okay?"

"He misses you," Snape replied.

Harry looked at him in astonishment.He'd never heard Lupine mention Ben Teddy, and if he didn't know, Snape knew the existence of this man was a fantasy.He didn't think that Lupine would talk to Snape and exchange friends' information during a dinner. If Lupine really did this, he had enough reasons to believe that Snape would test Lupine on the spot curse.

Snape's dark and deep eyes looked straight at the werewolf in the darkness, and the expression on his face was very natural.This very sure, guilt-free lie reminded Harry of Snape's identity as a spy, and this identity aroused a slight unhappiness in his heart that had been buried for a long time.But he wisely did not speak.

There was another long silence.Ben raised his head, gazed past Snape at the scene in the room with a somewhat sad gaze, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I'm sorry for the attack tonight. We'll lock Liken up. Please trust us , Parliament’s suppression is absolute and cannot be violated. If anyone refuses to abide by the agreement, we will go and bring them back from the battlefield.”

"And what about Fenrir Greyback?" Snape continued in a threatening tone. "If your Parliament is really capable of making decisions, make no exceptions."

"I will ask my brother to bring him back. If he refuses to accept the council's decision, then we will bring back his body."

"Very well. This will complete our mission," said Snape.

Harry looked at Snape in disbelief.He stepped forward impatiently, about to protest, but Snape managed to stop him with a warning look.Then the coward who gave up easily pushed him into the house and closed the door.

Harry stood dumbfounded by the fireplace, staring at the door.The long-standing cold and waiting, with the sudden setback as the fuse, almost destroyed all his self-control.

He failed.After he had rummaged for all the sentences he could find to persuade them, after he had taken every opportunity--opportunities that were rare because of the incessant rain--to chat and joke with them, really looking forward to being with them. After they became comrades-in-arms.Now they tell him that it's all an illusion—maybe it wasn't exactly that, but there's no doubt their point of view is clear, "It's okay to talk, it's okay to smile, but don't expect us to help you, even if it's just to put You pull up from the ground."

He felt himself burning with rage and frustration, and then he heard Snape say in the darkness outside the door in an extremely calm tone, "I hope you don't mind if we stay here for a while?"

"Friends are welcome here." There was a gentle smile in Ben's voice.There was a moment of silence before Snape opened the door and walked in.The firelight illuminated the darkness at the door for a brief moment, and there was no one there.

Harry strode to the window and yanked the short wooden stick that held it up so hard that the shutter snapped shut. "Why don't you let me talk?" Harry slammed the stick in his hand and approached Snape, the anger in his heart gradually engulfing his reason, "How could you give up so easily—how dare you!? If you did No, if you don't want to! Leave it to me! I can—"

His voice died away suddenly as Snape reached out and pinched his jaw so suddenly that he almost bit his tongue.Snape leaned forward slightly, his shadow looming over Harry's face.Harry stared into his eyes, and for a few seconds he couldn't breathe.

Snape looked at him.As if confirming that he would not continue to yell, he let go of his hand.

"I won't explain anything to you until you can think about it before directing your body."

To Harry's surprise, Snape didn't growl, and didn't hold him accountable for going out recklessly - he thought he'd just be crushed to death by Snape.

Snape just finished speaking lightly, then walked back to the chair to pick up his water glass and refilled it.The corner of the book was wet with water from the glass, and Harry expected Snape to growl if he found out, or at least taunt him, but Snape said nothing.He squeezed the water out with his sleeve, smoothed the pages, opened the book and continued to read.

Harry stood alone by the door, not sure if he should be angry or apologize.Maybe Snape saw something that he didn't know, judging that keeping the werewolf neutral was already the limit - but he didn't think so.He didn't think it was Snape's puzzle-solving test.

He couldn't agree with, couldn't argue with the decision Snape had just made without authorization, but it was impossible not to say that it was just another meaningless silent confrontation.There must be a winner between them.Everyone told him to trust his instincts, but he wasn't always right; Snape bloody always was.

How strange, he thought.He often makes mistakes himself, but he always gets many things done right.And Snape was almost never wrong, but when it came to himself, he always messed things up.

Finally, he said, "Okay, sir. I'll hold myself in check if that gets an explanation." But he didn't really expect an explanation from Snape, and he hardly ever explained anything to him, much less Be patient.And honesty is usually the absolute last thing he would do.

At least Harry could be absolutely sure that if he did finally explain it, it wouldn't be today.

Snape only answered him with a muffled hum, eyes still glued to the book, and Harry figured maybe he didn't really hear what he was saying.Snape's body temperature was much higher than his, and the warmth that the hand had left on his cheek just now was still there, and when he recalled the pressure, it turned into a feeling close to burning.

He stared at Snape's face, trying to keep his hands from touching where Snape had just touched him.He was beginning to regret that he had acted like a frightened freshman.He should wave his hand away, he's an adult, he can't threaten him like that.If only he kept questioning him.His anger should not be expressed in these few words...

Snape frowned uncomfortably at being stared at for so long.He didn't look up, but reached out and took the kettle off the stove, knocking Harry's glass over as it rested on the table.

Harry's hand gripped his shirt tightly.After a while, he blinked slowly, walked over to straighten his water glass, took out the book he had borrowed from Snape but hadn't read much so far, and sat on the chair opposite the man.

"If you're going to drain the water, fill the kettle before you put it back on the stove."

"Yes, sir," said Harry.

The author has something to say: After a quarrel, I always think that it would be fine if I said that at that time, it would be fine if I said that at that time, right, laugh.

Looking forward to tomorrow.There are super-large chapters, at least I personally think it's too sweet.