[SSHP] End of life

Harry slid up the hill step by step, his sneakers and trouser legs already splattered with mud.Above him, the sky was still overcast, and it might rain again at any moment.He muttered and complained, grabbed a tree for strength, and tried to take the last step, and finally saw the iconic big rock.

He had no idea how to mend a roof.Besides, without his magic power, he would not be able to climb such a high roof.Snape just told him to go up the mountain, and didn't specify what materials he needed. He had to suspect that Snape himself didn't know.

He stood by the rock for a while, looking down at the misty basin below.Their hut sits on the edge of the basin, next to a small tributary.Indistinct white smoke rose from the simple chimney.The stream is gray.

He exhaled, the breath stayed in the air for half a second, and reluctantly dissipated.The temperature on the top of the mountain is much lower than in the basin.He didn't wear enough clothes and felt a little cold.

Harry knew that he wasn't really looking for something to mend the roof at all.It was so warm in Snape's arms that he didn't want to leave it even for a second.The man's face was already impressive, but when he just woke up, the quiet and focused gaze made him even more charming.His eyes are really beautiful.

Unfortunately, this gaze does not belong to him.If he can get—

Harry turned his head suddenly, and a seven or eight-year-old boy emerged from the grass beside him.The child was carrying a large bundle of firewood on his back, and was wearing some old clothes that didn't fit.His eyes were very large, and the pupils were a very warm dark brown.That rustling sound was the sound of him finding his way in the grass.

Seeing Harry, the little werewolf didn't dare to move, and looked at him timidly.The tip of the child's nose was slightly upturned, as delicate and cute as a cub.Harry finally realized that he had actually grown quite tall—the kid was just a little above his waist.He looked at the little boy as if he saw himself back then.

"Yourself?" he asked.

The little werewolf shook his head and took a step back.

During the period of living in the werewolf settlement, Harry found that the conditions of the Welsh settlement were different from all the werewolf villages written in the book.The houses here do not belong to anyone. If the previous owner leaves, the new entrants can live in them at will.Almost every once in a while, someone comes and someone leaves.If it is not for the protection measures taken during the special period, everyone can easily find a settlement.Anyone is welcome here, and no one will be retained.

"You wait here," said Harry.

He has always disliked children—from chasing him up a tree to isolating and excluding him, children have left him too much unhappiness.But facing this little werewolf with pure eyes, he couldn't put the shadow of those children in the Muggle and wizard society on him.

He had a key in his trouser pocket, and Snape threw it to him across the air as he was about to leave.He had to resent the thought that Snape still avoided him like the plague, and when he thought of Snape's gaze and temperature, he recalled the sense of security he never had before, making him even more eager.He opened the car door, and in the car he threw some fudge, a special limited-edition Honeydukes he'd bought on his last trip to Hogsmeade.This is all he has left.

"Where are your friends—or adults who help you?" he asked tentatively.

Indeed, some of the stares he noticed during his speech that day were tangible.When some werewolf children were sent to Welsh settlements, there were always adults willing to take care of them.Ben, for example, clearly shows closeness and respect to an older man in the ring.He looked 24 or [-] years old - over time, there would be more and more werewolves in their line, and the Welsh settlement had become a miniature society.No matter how long he passed, whether he won or not—he would never ignore the existence of this werewolf colony.

"Separated," said the kid, hesitated, took the fudge, but didn't eat it.Harry peeled off the candy he was holding in his own hand, licking his fingers deliberately.He finally saw the child put down the bundle of firewood behind him that was taller than half his body, and also peeled off the sugar in his hand.

The child puts candy in his mouth.A few seconds later, there was a slight smile on his lips, which quickly radiated to his eyes, and then his entire face came alive.

"My brother won't be here for a while. He told me to wait by the rocks first. It's going to be very cold when I run out of firewood."

As he spoke, he picked up a branch from the side and wrote and drew on the ground.

"Can you wizards really levitate things, with a branch like this?" he asked curiously.

"Yes." Harry replied, "but it's not an ordinary branch. Our wand is made of different materials and has a core inside. It has its own character."

The child looked at Harry's hand and at the branch in his own hand, as if he wanted Harry to perform live.But he didn't say anything in the end, just threw the branch away.Then he rubbed his hands and stamped his feet.

"Is it cold?" Harry asked.

"It's cold." The child answered honestly, and he looked down the mountain hopefully. "It will be warm when we get home. These firewood will dry out in three days."

It's easy to shorten the time it takes for wood to dry out, but it's just a charm.But he can't do it now.Feeling the wand against his arm, Harry couldn't help feeling agitated.The wand, the power, the war, Snape, the future - it took a lot of willpower to stop thinking about it now.The kid was still looking at him.

"I still have three candies. If you want to be warm, you have to move." He met that gaze and forced a smile, "Why don't we dance together—"

He had just passed the sugar to the little boy when there was another rustling in the bushes, and a young man came out of it.He was taller than Harry, and half of his body was exposed when he stood in the bushes.Harry wondered why he hadn't seen him just now.

But this is not a big problem.The werewolf was clearly very friendly to him.

Since Harry came to the colony, it had been raining a lot, and his time outside had been reduced accordingly.Snape even made it clear that he was not allowed to go around and get closer. If he didn't trust Snape, he might really suspect that he was actually a coward who just wanted to hide here until the end of the war.

He has always believed that if the relationship between people wants to go further, more contacts must be made to gain a deeper understanding.As a result, he couldn't fathom where the strange werewolf's kindness towards him came from - he even came up and held out a hand to him.

Harry reached out his hand too, and shook the young werewolf's.He was not used to shaking hands with people, and when he withdrew his hand, he only felt that the other person's body temperature was slightly higher than his own, but it was not comfortable.He clenched his fist, couldn't help touching his nose with the other hand, and smiled shyly.

"Going down the mountain?" the werewolf said with a smile, and Harry nodded subconsciously.

"Give this to me—" He stretched out his hand to the bundle of firewood behind the child, but the child smiled but firmly refused him.The werewolf made no comment, but gave the child an appreciative glance.

The three began to walk slowly down the mountain.Barely maintaining his balance, Harry found to his dismay that his much-anticipated athleticism wasn't enough to carry him smoothly down the slippery, muddy descent, where even the child carrying the heavy branch was outpacing him. .His exposed hands were cold, but he was sweating.

When we were about to reach the foot of the mountain, it was already past noon.Harry was tired and hungry, and he felt his knees shaking.After passing through the steepest section, it is a gentle slope, and then you can walk back to the village for another 10 minutes.He's going to lunch—but why is he up the hill—

Suddenly, the child who was walking a few steps in front of him slipped, let out a short cry, and fell on his back to the ground.Fortunately, the bundle of twigs behind the child cushioned his back so that he didn't hit his head, but they bounced him up slightly, causing him to roll uncontrollably downward.In front of him was a sharp-edged rock.

"Liz!" The werewolf in front of the child turned his head, his expression changed drastically.

The child's hands waved wildly, grabbing nothing.His caretaker also slipped as he turned around, and it was obvious that he was just one step away and he couldn't catch up.

Harry's wand slipped into his hand before he realized what he was doing. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he shouted, pointing at the child.

The moment he shouted, he suddenly recalled in despair that his magic power had disappeared and had not yet recovered.Then, he heard the child's surprised laughter.

"You really can!" The child swiped the air with his hands in the low air and turned around, his eyes sparkling, "You floated me up—with that stick in your hand!"

Harry's eyes darkened, and his whole body was weak.He lowered the child gently to the ground, and slid along the side of the tree to his knees in the mud.He trembled, part discomfort, part ecstasy.

When the magic power is normal, even the 11-year-old him won't even make the levitation spell so strenuous.But it was better than him being a complete Muggle - his magic was finally starting to come back.The young werewolf came running with the child, and he tried, standing up against the tree.

"You scared the hell out of me! You almost—" gasped Harry, trying to hide the real discomfort in his frightened expression.The werewolf came over to support Harry, and he glanced at Harry's face when he felt the cold and sweat on Harry's left hand, but Harry didn't pay attention, all his concentration was used to maintain his worried and frightened expression .His strength was gradually returning, and he was relieved that he could stand still.

The child laughed and didn't care that he was so dangerous just now.He picked up his bundles of firewood again - they had miraculously held together, and held out a hand to Harry.

"Liz." The young werewolf stopped softly, but his tone was not very sure.Harry smiled back, took the little boy's hand, and the three of them continued down the hill.

Harry held the boy's hand tightly, and for the next 10 minutes they passed the most difficult stretch of road, and it was difficult for him to tell whether he had helped the boy or the boy had helped him.He is more inclined to support each other.He thought of Snape's sluggish broom, which he hated, but it would make it easier for him to have it now.Can he still make it obedient after losing his magic power?

The little hand in his hand was sweating a little, and the temperature was still higher than his.Harry knew that not only was he not used to shaking other people's hands, he was not used to their body temperature at all.Hermione once concluded after reading the books that he would have skin hunger after growing up in an environment without love, but unfortunately he didn't seem to have it.Finally she reluctantly changed her tune and said maybe he was the rebellious exception.He thought it was the only way to go on, until he found out the night before that he wanted Snape.Snape was impatient with him and unkind to him, but he just made him feel comfortable.

Then he suddenly remembered his purpose of going up the mountain - Snape told him to find something and repair the roof.And he finally climbed up, and came down empty-handed.Although he still couldn't understand why Snape had to tell him to go up the hill.

The three of them walked to the foot of the mountain, and there was a flat grass in front of them.Harry let go of the children's hands and told them he needed to go up the hill to find something.He just forgot.

The young werewolf apparently interpreted his descent as something else.He looked surprised and sorry.

Harry smiled at him and waved his hand, patted the little boy on the shoulder, and then turned around and climbed up the mountain bravely.His trouser legs were wet and stuck to his body, icy and heavy.He was very tired, so tired that he no longer knew what it meant to be hungry.But he didn't want to go back to their house at all.He'd spend his time halfway up the mountain until dark, then he could go back and tell Snape he found nothing - and then he could logically ask to sleep with Snape again.

He knew that his actions might bother Snape a lot.But he didn't mind at all.Snape didn't look totally tortured either, or why would he want to kiss him in that unconscious state in the morning - Merlin, he must have wanted to kiss him!If he had been more sane, if he had been more proactive, he might have gotten Snape's lips, or a longer, real hug, instead of here—in the cold, muddy, hungry mountains, regretted his inaction.

Harry walked among the trees, and there was a dead tree lying across the ground.He sat on it, covering his face in misery, bending over to hide the bulge in his trousers, though he was sure no one saw it.He felt a visceral aggression at the thought of Snape's lips, and his lower abdomen throbbed violently, and he'd bet he'd never felt such a ferocious, rapacious possessiveness in his life.

He wasn't that jealous of Cedric; when Cho broke up with him, he'd just complained about women being difficult to read.He wanted to beat up everyone he kissed with Ginny, but with Ginny, his contact with her was never fanatical or eager, more about novelty and exploration.He hadn't even made any physical contact with Snape yet, just imagining it made him ache like never before.

He turned me into a gay man.

Harry thought clearly.He continued to sit there, covering his face.The cold seeped into his body through his pants, and he thought he would be filled with despair, but he wasn't.As if some part of him—not even just his brain—already knew this.He was even relieved that it was Snape he wanted and no one else.

That's nice—that's the kind of guy he wanted.Completely trustworthy through countless past tests, having been with him for nearly half of his life so far.Powerful, warm, dependable, and while it's debatable what he thinks of him, that's a minor issue.What was really in question was his orientation, and Harry's own future - if he was going to die eventually, he shouldn't be messing with him.

But he was never a pessimist.After all he had done, after all Snape had done, if he still couldn't survive, that was something to consider before he died.

He does not now take into account the unknown, uncertain possibility, and disturb himself with it.This is the biggest difference between him and Snape.All he had to decide now was whether to find a way to get Snape.Of course there was no hesitation, when he thought of Snape, every cell in his body was roaring, jubilant, so active that he himself felt terrible.He certainly wasn't so optimistic as to foolishly think that everything would be fine, but he didn't want to throw in the towel either.His father had been chasing his mother for seven years, and given that if they lived today, their ages would be doubled—and in Snape's case, stubbornness doubled, he certainly didn't mind chasing Snape for longer.He imagined Ron's face flushed and glowing when he and Snape were caught kissing secretly, his blue eyes wide and startled, his mouth open like a fish starved of oxygen.He laughed amusedly at his fantasies.

The author has something to say: The invincible Xiaoha is finally about to start.Good luck to him, lol.