[HP] Subversion - Destined

Flooing to the principal's office, Snape gasped. Dumbledore was slumped in the armchair, his left hand was blackened like an old rotten wood. "What's going on?!" Snape strode forward to check the opponent's body.

The old man's face was very pale, but he was extremely calm. There was a ring on the table in front of him, and the black gemstone inlaid on it was shattered by some force. "It's just a curse..." He stopped Snape from going Out of sarcasm, "Severus, my life is long enough for just one year - tell me you'll guarantee me another year."

Snape took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, and then he gritted his teeth and replied stiffly, "Should I thank you for your recognition of my ability? Albus Dumbledore—I suggest you use the time to absorb the sugar to have a good time." Think about your epitaph!" He threw off his robe, turned around and left the principal's office, and returned to the cellar to prepare the potions used to save the life of the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world for a year. If he stayed any longer, he was afraid that he would Personally strangle this mutant Gryffindor who put his life at stake!

Marvologunt's ring was undoubtedly destroyed by Dumbledore at the cost of his life, and Snape had no doubt that the other party knew the horror of the curse before that.So what was Dumbledore thinking?Now that there were still five Dark Lords left, he had already calculated his own death. Could it be that he was going to kill all the Dark Lords within a year?Naturally, Snape would not think that the other party would put all their hopes on the underage savior and die directly.

The curse cast by the Dark Lord was terrible, and even though Snape tried his best, he couldn't guarantee that he could hang Dumbledore's life for a year.However, this situation made him even more vigilant about the Hufflepuff Gold Cup. His brain nerves stretched to the limit like a tight string, and he felt a kind of depression that had nowhere to vent.The most obvious manifestation is the Patronus Charm.His patron saint became vague and unstable, and the obstacles grew bigger and bigger.

Snape had long since given up thinking about Harry Potter's outrageous actions, and recently, Lockhart, who had heard the news from somewhere, appeared and disappeared beside the Savior, and brought a necklace that was said to be able to block the influence of the soul film. Help Harry, from the beginning to the present.But for some reason, Snape always had a strange sense of disobedience, which made him very anxious-how could Harry accept gifts from others casually?How could Harry trust the blond idiot so much? !

Just as he dragged the savior away from the peacock, Snape bumped into the werewolf again. Just as he made some sarcasm, Harry bumped back like a lion cub whose tail had been stepped on.Snape watched the savior defending Lupine in front of him and pulling Lupine away, he clenched his fist tightly, his nails pricked his palm but he didn't know it, as if this was the only way to restrain him from pulling out his wand and throwing the Kedavra Curse Lupine would have been torn to pieces by him long ago if his gaze had any substance.

This is Slytherin's overly possessive desire.Snape was aware of his desire for exclusive possession of Harry Potter, but he attributed the problem to the influence of the Horcrux Gold Cup.Even if the Horcrux hadn't developed self-awareness, even if the Horcrux had no self-awareness, it was impossible to concoct emotions that didn't exist and stuff them into the heavily guarded mind of an Occlumency master.

Snape didn't want to lie to himself, he hated plots outside of his control, he had to know how bad things were.Thinking in an optimistic direction, it’s just that the patron saint is not formed, and his reason is still within his control—when he heard that the savior saw his image in the mirror of Erised, he felt a kind of secret joy without warning. Spread up.Things aren't too bad, at least I'm Harry's most important person.Then Snape was horrified to find that the direction of his thinking changed from "my feelings for him should not be" to "how much does he care about me".

This kind of weird thinking circuit has gone far beyond an elder's due care for the younger generation, acting like a little idiot with a negative IQ in love... Snape twitched his mouth for his own thoughts, so he had to resist those evil , You must find something to do for yourself to stay away from the imagination full of temptation.Damn the golden cup of the devil!Snape involuntarily pressed his chest, holding the shrunken golden cup tightly into his palm through the robe, as if to imprison those evil forces.

Due to the accident of dementors besieging the stadium during the Quidditch match, the furious Dumbledore drove the guards of Azkaban to a more peripheral place. The huge output of magic power made the guards who had just been fatally cursed He was even more exhausted, and he didn't even attend the Christmas dinner, and it took Snape a while to stabilize him completely.

By the time Snape finally decided to forcibly restore the Patronus form to test the influence of the Gold Cup on himself, the Christmas holiday was almost over.He made full preparations and found an excellent test site in the Forbidden Forest, attracting a few dementors.As he expected, the patron saint summoned by the spell was just a thick cloud of silver mist. It seemed that there was some power in his body restraining the casting of the magic, and the pressure on his chest was very dull. The longer the time passed, the stronger the feeling of powerlessness.

Then he heard a young voice: "Expecto Patronum!" In black and white, the silver goshawk swooped down and scattered the dementors.Harry Potter?Why is he here? !Snape decisively hid in the Forbidden Forest, subconsciously he didn't want Harry to see him in such a mess - he didn't want to destroy his perfect mentor image in the other party's heart.

When Snape was sure that Harry hadn't noticed him, he noticed the real point - what was Potter doing in the Forbidden Forest at this time?Well, the Savior liked night walks, there was no doubt about it, but Snape somehow thought of someone else - Sirius Black.Harry didn't seem to have worried about the fugitive's intentions from the very beginning. Perhaps, as Dumbledore said, the golden boy intuitively knew who was really bad for him.Could it be that Harry is communicating with the fugitives from Azkaban behind our backs?Frowning sharply at a sense of betrayal, Snape made his way around the lake without a sound.

A little more advanced than in the first grade, at least he knows that the invisibility cloak is not a panacea.Snape observed for a while, some herbs were pulled up strangely, and then disappeared.He narrowed his eyes, reached out and grabbed the invisibility cloth precisely, and then knocked away the Savior's wand before he could resist.

Another aging agent.Looking at the stunned face due to surprise, Snape grabbed the opponent's collar and pressed him against the boulder, then he did nothing, just quietly looked at the young man who was close at hand, to be honest This was the first time he had looked at Harry who had used aging agents so carefully and clearly. Such an alluring appearance reminded one of a teenager's slightly fat face.

Undoubtedly, two years have passed, and Harry has undergone obvious changes. His original immature appearance has gradually grown, and he is approaching him who drank the aging potion.Especially those eyes, ignorant and clean, grew up quickly because of the battles that surpassed his age again and again, exuding a brilliance that cannot be ignored, boldness and confidence blended into his body that is not tall enough, this kind of indomitable in confrontation The unique toughness will become more and more obvious.

So Snape actually didn't like the low-browed savior, he liked the golden boy who roared at him like a lion with fried hair, and then repeatedly succumbed to his power - only in front of me Harry Potter would become so obedient.Yes, Snape believed he was special.Harry never flinched even when facing the Dark Lord, but as long as he faced himself, no matter how strong he was at the beginning, he would eventually surrender (he didn't want to call this accommodating).

"I'm sorry...professor..." As Snape thought, the savior surrendered again, but before he could react, the other party unexpectedly blocked his sarcasm with his mouth.

Harry Potter kissed him again.If the first time is an accident and the second time is impulsive, then what is the third time?This savior biting, sucking, licking on his lips... "You know what you're doing?" Snape didn't push Harry away like he used to. On the one hand he needed an answer, but it wasn't necessarily an answer. It was what he wanted; on the other hand, he just complied with the instinct of his body and didn't want to be too far away from this warm body.

But the savior disappointed Snape again, and I don't know whether he really didn't understand or pretended not to understand. Harry only explained the reason why he appeared in the Forbidden Forest——for Snape's birthday present.

Birthday present, Snape remembered that today was his birthday. In fact, almost every year, he only thought of this day that was not special at all when Dumbledore sent him a birthday present.Where did the Savior find out about his birthday?Snape's mood was unexpectedly relaxed. He conveniently confiscated the invisibility cloak that he had been thinking about since he was a student. Using the birthday gift as an excuse, he could also cut off the other party's reliance on Night Tour. It was a good thing that killed two birds with one stone.

However, when the cold wind outside the Forbidden Forest blew, Snape's feverish head suddenly sobered up. It was just a happy birthday. Since when did Harry Potter's words and deeds start to affect his heart?With a tight depression in his chest and a thin layer of cold sweat on his back, Harry had affected him so much that it terrified him, when the situation became so grim and sensitive, 'What am I doing? ’ The question to Harry also applied to himself, Snape's heart constricted violently, as a professor, did he care about kinky his students?

"Sev..."

Harry's call almost tore Snape's tense sanity, he turned aggressively, and saw the restored age savior, those green eyes looked so damn innocent, so damn bright, "again and again to the The professor is unreasonable! Twenty points will be deducted from the Grant Points." That body looks damn well-proportioned and flexible. "One more month of labor service, starting tomorrow night." And he couldn't think of any other word but 'damn'!

Two thoughts occupied Snape's mind like two mountains, and the pressure on his chest shackled his heart little by little.He instinctively recited lines that didn't make much sense, but there were only two thoughts in his mind—either pull out his wand and give the other party an Avada Kedavra, or press the other party against the wall and have a hard fight!

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, neither of his two thoughts could be put into action, because Ron Weasley was frightened by Sirius and went on a rampage to destroy all the atmosphere.