[HP] Subversion - Destined

A wave of ecstasy surged in his heart - it's not that he doesn't care, it's not that he doesn't feel it!The reason why he didn't admit to saving me in the medical wing is because he really hadn't done it at the time!I almost couldn't help calling out: "Severus..."

Snape paused, straightened up and used the Levitation Charm to lift Mari from the ground, he turned his head and glanced at me, his silent black eyes showed no emotion, he waved his wand, and took over his body : "Take Lockhart, let's go."

"Sev..." I took a few steps forward and wanted to grab his robe, but he retreated reflexively to avoid my touch. I swayed unsteadily, followed by sudden dizziness and pain I lost my balance and fell to the ground.

However, an arm caught me in time, and Snape growled in my ear: "Are you an idiot?!" I just felt a splitting headache, frowning tightly, and I had to grab that arm so that I wouldn't let it go I collapsed, so dazed that I couldn't figure out my thoughts—what's wrong? "How many spells have you used that exceed your magic power capacity comparable to that of a troll?!" He had already stopped casting the levitation spell, and he supported me with one hand and rummaged through the potion with the other, but it was obvious that he just wanted to save Ma. There are very few Swiss medicines left.

Because of the pain in my head, I couldn't think about anything at all, and I leaned into Snape's arms according to my instinct like a drunk - I was a patient, and he wouldn't care about a patient... right?I tightened his black robe, approached in a daze, and reached out to wipe the remaining blood on the corner of his lips: "Dirty." But the dried blood was still very stubborn and refused to disappear.

Snape let me lean against me and didn't push me away. He raised his eyebrows and turned his head to avoid my hand: "Potter..."

"My head hurts!" I interrupted the sarcasm he was about to utter, and looked at him with teary eyes, and my body started to slide because my feet were weak, until he had to wrap my arms around my waist.I looked at his deep eyes, high nose, and thin lips almost obsessively, and there was only one thought left in my mind, what should I do—something must be done...

I raised my head and grabbed Snape's collar and pulled it down, forcing him to lower his jaw, which seemed to be superior to others forever. I stuck out my tongue and licked the blood stains on the corner of his lips. Snape's body froze instantly: "You..." As soon as he opened his mouth, my lips were already on his lips——

"Bang! Boom—" Suddenly the stone wall at the exit of the secret room collapsed.

"Tergeo! (Whirlwind sweep away)" Dumbledore's old but powerful voice was accompanied by an invisible and powerful air current that swept the entire secret room. Immediately, all the stones, sand, dust and sewage retreated. Surprisingly, the people in the secret room You can't feel the air fluctuations at all.

At the same time Snape pushed me away hard, and I fell heavily to the ground, unprepared. The burning sensation in my back and the headache made me curl up and moan.

"Harry?!" Professor McGonagall stepped forward to help me carefully, "Harry, how are you? Are you okay?" Then she scolded: "Severus! How could you treat Harry like this ?!"

"Damn him...!" Snape gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words, but finally remained silent.

"Mental overdraw?" Dumbledore put his hand on my forehead, and I whispered, "I saw in the notebook that you are using the time-turner..." He glanced around, "Send everyone to the hospital first Wing strike—I hear Mrs. Sprout's magic apple is ripe."

After pouring countless potions, I finally regained my spirits. The dark-faced Snape was sent by Dumbledore to make an antidote. Sure enough, Lockhart was only petrified, and because Marie was seriously injured, although he was lifeless Dangerous, still sent to St. Mungo's treatment.I explained what happened to Dumbledore, of course I omitted some things, he was inscrutable from beginning to end, as if he knew everything, which made me feel very uncomfortable—that notebook Probably wouldn't record the details... In the end, he just blinked with a smile and told me to go down to the cellar and help Snape.

Wearing the cloak of invisibility and walking in a trance on the road leading to the cellar, when I thought of how boldly I was molesting Snape, I couldn't help but want to hit the wall—Merlin!How will Snape torture me in the future? !Forget it, the monk can't run away from the temple if he can run away, he's kissed anyway, at worst let him come back! ——Wait a minute, what do you mean let him kiss you back?What am I thinking? ! ... There seemed to be a faint scent of medicine on my lips, and I blushed again, and it took a long time to calm down my chaotic heartbeat.

【Open. 】Like countless nights before, I went into the cellar very naturally, and Snape was concentrating on making the antidote—but I found that when I pushed the door in, he paused, his wand slipped out of his cuff, and then I took it back.

Watching Snape brew the potion was definitely a pleasure. Those pale and slender hands manipulated all the utensils like flowing water, accompanied by the liquid in the cauldron that kept changing its shape, as if he was directing a perfect performance.As long as he stood there, the original forbearance, gloom and sternness turned into a powerful self-confidence and momentum, as if he was a condescending king, manipulating life and death, and looking down on the world.

I watched quietly, feeling like I was possessed, unable to look away.I think I realized some of my emotions towards him, maybe at the beginning it was just out of trust in this tragic character, I never had any misunderstanding because of his poisonous tongue; later it was probably every time I encountered danger He was by my side all the time, so I gradually developed a sense of dependence; what surprised me the most was that he was actually the husband who taught me for three years...

From the first-year Quidditch competition, I instinctively wanted to save him, and then I saw in the Mirror of Erised, escaped from the attack of the eight-eyed spider in the Forbidden Forest, and unconsciously wanted to be with him when I encountered the basilisk by the lake. In the face of any danger, it was he who took me away from the inner fear of Boggart evolution, every time I thought of his unnatural reaction when he loved Lily, and the form of the patron saint... until, before dying, in my mind It was full of his figure, thinking that he hadn't said those three words to him yet...

My feelings for him have far surpassed the fetters between teachers and students or between father and son. I don’t know if I fell in love, but it is undeniable that he has a great influence on me and can easily manipulate my emotions. Sorrow and joy are like potions that manipulate him.So maybe I should give it a try?try to loveIt is inexplicably gratifying to have a person in my heart who I want to protect instead of being empty.

However, it's up to me to pay, and I can't control myself if I want to get something in return. Leaving aside Snape's awkward personality, between us are my parents James and Lily, plus the big boss Voldemort, the road ahead It's really bumpy... But the harder it is to get, the more cherished it is, isn't it?

I looked at Snape's sharp-edged side face and smiled lightly. Do you dare to say that you protect me only for Lily?How dare you say you don't feel anything for me? ——Severus Snape, I recognize you!

I have faithfully carried out Dumbledore's orders - to serve Snape.I began to help with the medicinal materials with great interest, handing them over to him when he needed them. At first Snape would check them carefully, and then threw them into the cauldron without even looking at them. It may have taken an hour or so, and finally the Several antidotes were produced and sent to the medical wing. During this period, we didn't have a conversation, as if we had known each other for many years, and we could understand each other's intentions with just a look—only limited to Potions, of course.

The clock struck midnight, and standing in front of the medical wing, Snape finally said with a sullen face, "Mr. Potter, I hope you can remember that I am your professor."

I stared into his eyes carefully: "I also hope you can remember that I am Harry Potter, not Lily and not James, Professor Snape."

"Well?" Dumbledore opened the door of the medical wing from the other side, Snape and I were silent at the same time, he glanced between us curiously, then pointed his head and said something to the medical wing, closed the door and turned around , "Ah, children! Good night!" He waved his hand at us and blinked his eyes, and went downstairs.

I reached out and pushed the door open, just in time to see another me disappearing in front of me.Hermione just turned her eyes and found us again. She pointed at us almost dumbfounded: "Harry?!" She looked at the place where she just disappeared, "How is it possible? You... are clearly there!"

"This..." I rubbed my chin, "To be honest, how can a person appear in two places at the same time?" I approached her mysteriously, "Hermione, if you want to take all the courses in the third grade , I suggest you talk to Professor McGonagall."

"Potter!" Snape narrowed his eyes warningly.I spread my hands innocently.

At this moment, Lockhart, always with an optimistic expression, pushed the door in: "Aha! You are all here!" He looked at me with a little appreciation, "Oh, Harry, you really surprised me! Long When you grow up, you definitely have the capital to attract beautiful girls—of course, you are a little worse than me."

"Professor Lockhart." Judging by his lively appearance, this trip to the secret room has not had any impact. I am afraid it will allow him to write another best-selling novel called "Adventures with the Savior"... Thinking of this, I can't help A little tangled.Snape snorted coldly, but Hermione was very happy.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Snape, Madam Pomfrey told you that the people sent by St. Mungo have arrived, and I hope you can go and see them." Lockhart took out a bottle of potion from his arms and handed it To Hermione, "Come on, clever little girl, you are recovering well, but you have to rest here for a night, it will help you get a better sleep - Madam Pomfrey gave it to me, unfortunately in the My stocks of this potion are gone, otherwise you could drink the potion I made with my own hands, what a pity!" - Merlin bless, Hermione is so lucky!