[HP] Subversion - Destined

"Sev, what are you researching this time?" With my hands folded on my chest, I leaned against the door of the underground laboratory, dissatisfied, watching the obsidian-like charming eyes of the Slytherin Snake King unblinkingly staring at the risky man. The hot cauldron—as long as he starts to develop the potion, he will completely forget everything around him—I always have the urge to ask him "if I and the potion fell into the sea at the same time, who would you save first?"

In view of the fact that I often trespassed, Snape, who was completely used to it, didn't even look up and didn't even bother to say "get off", which made me fully understand the fact that I was ignored again-could it be that in the middle of the night, a person who just finished bathing and only wore Is a partner in a bathrobe less attractive than a pot of silly potions? !I pursed my mouth very dissatisfied and leaned forward to watch him stir the boiling liquid in the cauldron, "Sev, I'm sleepy." I wrapped my arms around his waist and rubbed my face against his back.

Snape's steady arm trembled almost imperceptibly: "Then go to sleep—damn it! Take care of your disobedient hand Potter!"

I innocently slid my hand into his black robe against the strong muscles of his chest, pretending not to hear clearly: "Huh? What? I can't sleep without you." While he was busy controlling the heat and stirring, Caressing this warm body unscrupulously, his fingers went straight to a certain part with a clear intention.

Snape took a breath, gritted his teeth and suspended the work at hand with an extremely familiar technique, took a step back, grabbed my wrist, turned and fixed me in his arms: "Don't you choose a suitable time to be in heat? ?!"

"It's one o'clock in the morning, Sev." I can't move, I still have feet, ignoring the veins on his forehead, I continue to rub my thighs to tease him with a playful smile.

He squinted his eyes and snorted coldly, then nibbled on my lips as if punishing me, and drove his tongue into every corner crazily. It was only a few seconds later, this man who likes to keep the rhythm firmly in his hands almost every time squeezed out the last trace of oxygen in my lungs before letting go.

Breathing in the hard-earned air, the already loose bathrobe slipped to the ground at some point, and I clasped his shoulders with both hands. I wrapped one leg around his waist and supported my body with only one foot .His lips were down, leaving marks on my body, pressing my back with one hand, kneading my buttocks with the other, and then squeezed a finger into the back hole without warning.

"Wait...wait!" I twisted my body uneasily, "Don't tell me you want to do it here... ah!" The coldness of the potion table on my back made me shiver.

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Snape temporarily let go of the two points on his chest, and with a muffled laugh in his throat, he inserted his second finger effortlessly.

"But... this posture is uncomfortable..." I frowned and tried to press my body against him to stay away from the hard and cold table.But Snape seemed to be doing it on purpose, and even took two steps forward, as if the hot skin from lust touched ice, I almost jumped up, screaming, "You bastard!"

Faced with my struggle, his one hand was obviously not enough to stabilize my adult body, "Don't move around, Harry."

Facing the double sky of ice and fire, I was unwilling to compromise, and struggled harder, "Go to the bed!" I waved my hand unconsciously but didn't expect to touch something with my fingertips, followed by a loud "bang", my eyes went dark, what? I don't know anymore...

"Merlin! How could they...how could they let the dementors come out and run around?! Poor Harry...his soul fluctuations are very chaotic...Principal, Harry can't participate in any trial in this state! They Are you crazy? It's clear that Harry is the victim..." Madam Pomfrey's voice was deliberately lowered with tremors, "When will he wake up is still a question!"

"Yes, Poppy, I know. They... just want to take this opportunity to force Harry to deny the fact that Voldemort has been resurrected." Dumbledore's deep words caused the hall to fall into a brief silence, "I suspect that some of the dementors The monster is no longer under the control of the Ministry of Magic." I heard Madam Pomfrey's voice taking a deep breath, "Severus, you should pay more attention to this matter." There is nothing but the low air pressure spreading outward. What can prove his existence? The gloomy potions master snorted coldly as a response to Dumbledore.

Dementors... Ministry of Magic... Voldemort? !Am I dreaming?Voldemort was wiped out when I was in sixth grade, and then we spent five years clearing out the remnants of the Death Eaters, and the peaceful life of more than three years after that almost made me forget the wars, why... and Dumbledore?Am I dead? !In an instant, my mind was in turmoil, and I could not help moaning from the dull pain in my brain.

"Harry! Harry's awake! Come on, drink it, good boy." When my lips touched something cold, I shuddered suddenly, opened my eyes, sat up reflexively and patted it off, as if trying to force me to drink it. The hand that poured an unknown potion, a silent spell held the summoned wand tightly in my hand, but when I wanted to put on a defensive posture, I found that the muscles of my whole body were screaming in pain, and my usual sensitive reflex nerves were not working. For some reason, instead of ignoring the pain as I wished to keep myself in the most alert state, it is like a child who is out of control and has no use at all except to stimulate the pain.

"Harry?!" I fell heavily back on the bed again, and the sound of shattering potion bottles called back three stunned adult wizards, "What are you doing?!" Madam Pomfrey wanted to go forward, but was caught by Sne Pu pulled back.

"Perhaps, he is not the good boy Potter you think." The potions master's whispering and dangerous voice pierced my eardrums.

I gritted my teeth and propped up my body. Just this action forced me into a cold sweat. What made me even more disturbed was that the magic power in my body was actually less than one-tenth of what it was in its heyday!Maintaining the state of Occlumency for the first time, I looked around with empty eyes and vigilance. This is the medical wing. There are only three people. The first one in my memory is Albus Dead Dumbledore, the wise The eyes are hidden under the reflective lens, which makes it impossible to read any emotions; the second is my partner of ten years, Severus the awkward Snape, who actually pointed his wand at me as if he would come from there at any time shoots green light; the third one is probably the most normal Mrs. Poppy Pomfrey here, with a surprised and worried look and a little hurt.

It doesn't seem fake...but it doesn't seem real either.With my current physical condition, not to mention dealing with any of them, it is difficult to raise my arms and raise my wand - the action just now almost exhausted all the strength in my body, what else can I do now ?

"Sev...?" Hesitantly, I looked at the tall black wizard, he was staring at me with that kind of strange eyes that seemed to be able to reach me at any time - the kind that would only be shown to the enemy. The death ray from him—feeling grievances in his heart, his nose soured and he almost shed tears—what’s going on?When did my body become so fragile that I couldn't even control my tear glands?At most, it was just a potion accident... Right!Potion accident!I suddenly remembered why I lost consciousness. Maybe it was just that I accidentally touched some material and fell into the uncooled crucible, which caused an explosion?Then... "Dumbledore...Professor?" Turning to the old man with the white beard, wouldn't a pot of potion blow Dumbledore out of the entity? !

"Harry?" Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes finally peeked out. "What's the matter with you?"

"What's...what's wrong with me?" Maybe trying to make a dazed image is what I should be doing now, "I don't remember... what Dementor? What... Voldemort?"

"Harry! My poor child..." Madam Pomfrey was still firmly blocked by Snape, "Merlin knows how chaotic this child's soul has become! It must have caused temporary memory confusion, let Snape go." , I have to check!——Do you think he was concocted by someone using Polyjuice Potion?! Are you insulting my level? Harry has been in a coma for a day and I will not be able to tell if he has taken Polyjuice Potion Potion?!"

Snape raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore, who nodded, and Madam Pomfrey was finally able to approach me.I tensed my nerves and let her throw spells at me one after another. I didn't say anything to her question except a word of pain, and I was waving my wand with my right hand under the quilt. During this period, I could feel that Snape hadn't Relaxed vigilance and Dumbledore's probing eyes.Until she took out a few doses of potion again: "Drink them all, dear."

I frowned, and carefully went to one of the bottles, sniffed it, shook the potion in the bottle—a powerful spiritual potion, and checked the rest carefully—a habit developed after the war, except for Snape and others. Potions I make myself, I can only rest assured after inspecting them myself.There is a bottle of potion for stabilizing the soul, which should have been prepared by Snape. I subconsciously glanced at the straight figure, but I remember making several improvements a few years ago. This is obviously only the original version—did I go back to past?Voldemort just resurrected?What about Dumbledore?

"Harry... Although the potions in the medical wing are bitter, you can't afford it... This reminds me of the war more than ten years ago, when some wounded patients were always nervous and knew nothing, and they had to be taken away." They have checked all the medicines they have taken before they dare to drink them, as if they are afraid that others will poison them to death, really, why should they wait for them to wake up, don’t you think?” Madam Pomfrey wanted to relieve her tension. atmosphere, and began to chat.But this topic is obviously not a good idea. I have a guilty conscience. If I didn’t know her character, I almost thought she was insinuating, but there is still a fundamental difference between me and the kind of person she said. I don't understand."

"Can you... tell me what happened? Dumbledore...Professor." Although I felt a little more comfortable, I didn't dare to make any movements under Snape's tight marking. I noticed Dumbledore's The left hand is still intact, not yet in the third grade at this time?But what about Voldemort's resurrection?

"During the holidays, you and your cousin Dursley were attacked by a dementor near Privet Drive. You repelled it with the Patronus Charm, but you also passed out." Dumbledore explained very succinctly.

"Then Voldemort? The Ministry of Magic?" I felt my head, which was a little sober just now, start to be confused again.

"During the Triwizard Tournament, you brought back Cedric's body and told us that Voldemort was resurrected. The Ministry of Magic didn't believe it." Dumbledore stepped forward step by step.

"Albus!" Snape also approached a few steps, but Dumbledore shook his head and finally did not move.

"I mean you two! Harry is still sick!" Madam Pomfrey patted my head disapprovingly, which made me feel very uncomfortable, and almost knocked off her hand again.

Snape sneered: "Patient, your little patient is so suspicious that he has to test all the medicines so that he will not be poisoned to death, and even learns to use Occlumency to face everything around him? Could it be that the savior who has always been arrogant and conceited and does not seek to make progress has been killed?" The dementor sucked all the slug goo out of his brain and suddenly evolved?"

"Snape!!" The angry soprano rang through the hospital wing.

It really is the professor's poisonous tongue. "Madame Pomfrey, can I have a private talk with the two professors?" My calm voice made the Queen of the Medical Wing turn her head hesitantly, "It will be fine, trust me." Anyway, I have led the Order of the Phoenix to defeat Voldemort, I have also been a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for three years, and I know what kind of eyes and tone of voice to use to make the other party trust me.

When Madam Pomfrey left muttering, after confirming that Dumbledore and the others would not do anything for the time being, my fingers crossed the air "1995.8.310:26", magic time can't lie, very good, that is to say I was sent back ten years because of a potion accident?No, no, Cedric is not dead at all, and Dumbledore... his right hand habitually touched the ring, but it was empty. I turned to the two wizards present and said word for word, "Where's my ring?!"

"What ring?" Dumbledore, who was still watching my series of actions with interest like a clown, was taken aback when he heard this.Snape on the side obviously didn't react at all when he heard the word ring.

Soul wear?Is this not my original world?But this wand is indeed mine... Quickly calming myself down, I carefully recalled Dumbledore's answer just now. Although Cedric was not dead when Voldemort was resurrected, why is this information so damn familiar?I suddenly recalled the original "Harry Potter" that I had discarded for several years, could it be...

After Dumbledore cast a few spells on this space, I straightened my mind and said, "I'm from 2006." Under Snape's obvious joke eyes, he continued, "Let me introduce myself again, Harry Potter Te, my name, led the Order of the Phoenix to defeat Voldemort in 1997, and after five years of fighting against the Death Eaters, I am currently a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts." Ignoring the existence of the two, I feel like I am in Recite the modern history of wizards, "Because of a potion accident (I'm sure Snape must have sneered), I was blown up here, it should be said that it is a parallel space where the soul travels - I found that the history here seems to be different from ours. Too much the same."

"So you want to explain that the future Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts took over the Savior's body in a 'potion accident'?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Actually, it was you in that world—the great Potions Master Severus Snape—that sent me here when your cauldron exploded." Looking at Snape The gloomy face turned darker, and I tried my best to control my tone not to show complacency. It is not something ordinary people can do to make the potion master's crucible explode, hehe.