HP Dark Hero

?Harry stood in front of Severus Snape's house in Spider's End, his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted in front of the door with legs limp from the side effects.

It shouldn't have been so serious, but Harry didn't apparate to this place directly to be on the safe side, but moved back and forth in various irrelevant places, which directly caused him to almost suspect that he would cough and cough his lungs. Or choke out some bloody organs together.

'Oh...my God, Merlin. Harry bent his hands, and lightly clasped the old and damaged wooden door with his index knuckles. There was no regular knocking sound, but there was no echo from the door. Knocking on the door with the signal, 'That old bastard won't really just be done with it. '

Given what he knew about Snape from fighting and hating each other with Snape in the first to fourth years, and finally fighting side by side and continuing to hate each other, he didn't think that Severus Snape was a person who would be in that kind of place, being killed by a man who was on the verge of disintegration and death. The snake-faced man gave the man he killed with a small alchemy item.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be... Severus Snape voluntarily stood in front of the death curse to die calmly in order to save Harry Potter—emphasis, a POTTER? Harry shuddered, feeling extremely sick at the thought he had just a moment ago, no, please don't, this would give him the crazy idea of ​​resurrecting the old bat, and then killing him himself to justify his name.

Maybe Snape was simply absent, maybe he was sent to Saint-Germont with a serious injury, or maybe Dumbledore was sent to St-Germont when he was not in good condition, but in any case, the fact that he was not there should be able to confirm.

But time waited for no one, he couldn't just stay here foolishly, sitting in front of the door with his legs bent and his knees crossed, spitting blood and waiting pitifully for Snape to show mercy and open the door.

Harry swallowed another mouthful of blood from his throat, carefully temporarily blocked the return of magic power in his right hand, firmly grasped the silver doorknob, pushed it up 1/3 of a turn, and then pressed it down to the end in one breath, and pushed the door open at the same time.What appeared in front of Harry was a dilapidated ruin-like scene. The building was well lit, after all, even the ceiling had two wormholes.

Damn, he can't remember the order. Harry closed the door expressionlessly, reversed the order, pushed the door open again, and finally saw the dark, dark living room.

Harry was accustomed to Snape's private domain, pushed open a secret door with extremely firm footsteps, and walked into the pharmaceutical room that was listed as a forbidden area among forbidden areas.Familiarly rummaging through the shelves, some rare materials that Harry had already used up for Snape's preparations for the battle had obviously been replenished.

He took out all the inconspicuous small round bottles hidden in the corner in one go. He could only confirm that there was a relieving agent, but he had no idea how Snape used to distinguish these small bottles.Well, it seems that he can only open all the bottles one by one and smell if there is a similar smell, if he can still remember the smell of the reliever. Harry mentally shrugged to himself, it wasn't his fault?

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When Snape arrived at the house, he immediately noticed signs of a stranger entering.He frowned and sneered inwardly as he watched the dirty footprints on the dark wooden floor all the way to his precious potions.Damn it, his defense measures are so meticulous, how could someone pass through the defense, open the door smoothly, and even know the location of the pharmaceutical room so accurately?And a person who has the ability to break through his protection, left such reckless footprints so carelessly?

Snape held his wand tightly, and moved lightly and stealthily along the wall, quietly lurking beside the secret door.A few minutes later, without feeling the slightest movement, Snape carefully cast a silent detection spell, frowned and pushed open the door, but when he saw the small round bottles all over the place, his face darkened immediately, and a burst of raging anger shot up from his heart rise.

The anger that he had searched in other rooms of the house, but in the damn.himself.Extremely personal.The moment of seeing a Potter troll on the bed reached its climax!

"POTTER-!!" Snape gritted his teeth and roared, using the last bit of rationality to suppress the idea of ​​cursing and killing this person on the spot, and ruthlessly added a powerful petrification spell after he was exhausted, "I don't care if POTTER arrives these days Well, it’s never going to be this anyway! Who are you?!”

"Wow! Don't be so scary!" Harry jumped up from the bed the moment he felt a curse coming towards him, and looked at the furious Snape by the door in shock, "What the hell? How is the battle going? It's over ?"

"What's the battle?" Snape sneered, narrowing his eyes dangerously, pointing his wand at the young man's slender neck. "I think the dementors would be very interested in this topic."

Apparently the sweet young man sleeping on the bed looked very much like Potter's little troll, but when the other party dodged the spell very quickly, and at the same moment the tip of the staff was hiddenly pointed at his heart, he knew it must not be that Carefree, the little savior who only cares about the sorrows and sorrows all day long.

"Hey...don't be like that, it's just that you fell asleep and got out of bed..." Harry smiled awkwardly, knowing he was wrong.Drowsiness hit him suddenly after drinking the reliever, and he could have made do with the armchair in the living room (even though Snape would definitely have kicked him out straight away), but the thought of Snape's absence made him roll twice on his bed The circle must have made him very worried, and he couldn't restrain the "Gryffindor-like courage..." in his heart.

"Stop talking about that..." Harry glanced up and down at Snape, his tone a little surprised, "When is it now, your injuries are all healed? I thought it was just a few days... Did we win? Anyway, you really did hide The method of overcoming the Death Curse. The old bat who survived the catastrophe?" Harry raised his eyebrows and teased in a relaxed tone.

What if Snape's first reaction to seeing him fall behind the curtain was a lot more relaxed than he'd expected to be... er, more relaxed? ...should be able to speculate that basically their side won, or the overall situation is settled.

Snape didn't seem to understand what he was saying at all, and showed no sign of lowering his wand, "You said...you are Harry Potter?"

Even though he said that, Snape felt a faint shake in his heart. Potter had been missing for several days, and the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters almost came out in full force, just to find the savior, whether to save or kill him.However, before the savior disappeared, several people present saw with their own eyes that Black fell into the curtain, and the savior collapsed and lost all reactions. Harry Potter expressed his wish to be quiet for a while, but he didn't expect the savior to disappear from the world—even among this small group of people, there was already speculation that the savior had jumped into the curtain.

The young man in front of him was similar in size to the savior, and his tone and expression were all the same, except for the atmosphere on his body. However, Snape had a ridiculous intuition, subconsciously thinking that this was Harry Potter. When he found the young man lying on the bed, he was influenced by this weird intuition at first sight and mistook him for it.

"Sorry... what?" Harry couldn't hide his surprise.

"If you're Harry Potter, prove it."

"Old Bat, I didn't know you could be joking too... ha..."

However, Snape didn't respond, his expression was unclear, as if he didn't know him, he stared at him with a scrutinizing expression.

Under Snape's strange stare, Harry fidgeted and stretched out his hand to scratch the black hair that was already frizzy like a bird's nest. The moment Harry raised his hand to scratch his ear and cheek, the cuff slid down with the movement, "Uh...you don't really want me to prove that I'm Harry Potter, are you kidding me? Can you show your scars...Hey! What are you doing?!"

Snape's face was full of shock, and the arm he held tightly in his hand was the Dark Mark composed of snakes and skulls.

"You... in your hand... is the Dark Mark!?"

Harry was bewildered, cleverly twisting his wrist to escape from Snape's grip, looking at the mark on the back of his hand for no reason, "It's normal, it didn't turn into a Cutie Mark or bright pink...don't you have it too, Severus? What a surprise."

Snape just stared at the young man with extremely cold eyes, lost in thought.