HP Dark Hero

?The author has something to say: premise:

1. Character OOC.Don’t be afraid if you read it, don’t read it if you are afraid.

2. Has nothing to do with the text.Please treat it as a parallel world of a parallel world.So there will be some weird plots and characters.Like a grown-up little dragon, the main text probably won't have a chance to appear!

3. The author wants to see the professor go to a mouse paradise with Big H!Who will code one!

4. Alright, which CP do you think is better for the text? (Fuck

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Harry woke up to the smell of food.

What caught my eye was the light gray ceiling wallpaper of the two-bedroom apartment he bought in Muggle London for a lot of pounds.

At the same time, I felt as if my skull was pierced by several Muggle electric drills, and the brain was hit with a big hammer, my eyes turned black, the world was spinning, my breathing was not smooth, and my limbs were weak.

'Oh my god Merlin...this damn hangover...'

Reluctantly raising his hand, Harry let out a muffled grunt, almost forcing tears from the aches and pains all over his body.It's like being stepped on by a group of trolls and doing a tap dance all night.

Harry belatedly realized that he couldn't breathe because of a pair of arms across his chest and waist, clung to him extremely domineeringly.Well, it seems that there is still a leg stuck between his legs, and the other's naked skin rubs against it, bringing bursts of heat.

He twitched the corners of his eyes, feeling the warm and moist breath on his neck, and his hairy head seemed to sense Harry's movement, and unconsciously rubbed against his shoulder and neck.

From the first time he encountered the thrill of what he secretly dubbed the 'insecure teddy bear sleeping position', Harry silently found that he was almost used to it.In the cold winter, it is not bad to have a warm stove.

——But he is a wizard, doesn't he know how to keep warm?

Harry rubbed the head resting on his shoulder helplessly.

The wizard who was holding him tightened his arms, murmured in a vague and sleepy voice: "Harry...you are so cold..."

"Let go when you wake up, get up..." Harry replied flatly.

The wizard, eager to bury himself on the bed with Harry, looked up reluctantly.

At the same time, the corner of Harry's lips brushed the other's cheek with his head lowered, and met the eyes of the wizard whose cheeks were suddenly flushed.

The person buried in Harry's arms was surprisingly Sirius Black—the good godson he taught, the Harry James Potter of this world.

"I really don't understand how you can always sleep like this." Harry was helpless, he was sticky all over, and the two of them were clinging together again made him very uncomfortable, "I want to take a shower... move your legs away..."

Last night to celebrate the birthdays of the two Harry Potters, Sirius and Potter organized a small joint celebration - considering that Harry would not be aware of this at all, and would even choose to hide in the Muggle apartment and ignore the invitation, then One of the hyperactive godsons and birthday stars was very comfortable setting the place for the surprise party at Harry's house.

Harry was drunk by many people in turn. He had cast a little spell on himself to prevent hangovers in advance, but he didn't expect it to have any effect.Definitely a new product from Fred and George. Harry was determined.

"Hmm...maybe it's...the aftereffect of soul attraction? You know, I was inside you for a while...a long time...well, warm and comfortable...I really don't want to come out." Potter said innocently.

Harry picked up his wand, "Need help? I know of ways to get a spirit out of the body forever..."

Potter moved his legs quietly.

Harry looked at the black-haired savior who had just grown up yesterday and stared straight at him with dark green eyes. The young man's well-proportioned and long legs vaguely brushed some of Harry's parts listed as undescribable below the neck, Slowly perform the 'move away' motion.

"...whom do you speak like." Harry pointed out doubtfully.

"Don't get up..." Potter complained when Harry mentioned someone, "That guy must be flirting with his good looks in the kitchen."

Harry didn't speak.

Because the man pushed open the bathroom door and stepped out of the hot air.

The wine-red bathrobe hung loosely on the opponent's body, exposing a piece of bronze-colored skin on his chest.Drops of water dripped from the tips of the black curly hair, like invisible fingertips, gently sliding down the beautifully shaped chest, passing over the firm abdomen, and disappearing behind the bathrobe, forming a scene that makes people blush and heartbeat.

Blaise Zabini was wiping his hair with a thick snow-white towel, and when he noticed the gaze of the two Potters, he slowly raised a sexy and lazy smile, with the tails of his eyes slightly raised.

"Good morning, honey, and brother-in-law," Blaise said in a low and hoarse voice, "Um... I'll borrow your bathroom, sweetheart, and I'll pay you back next time I'm at Zabini Manor..."

Harry suspected he had also hurt his throat from drinking too much last night. Potter wanted to curse him to death with a stick.

Harry recognized the burgundy bathrobe, which seemed to be the same style as Blaise's birthday present - a black bathrobe.

"Harry...the black shirt you're wearing... I don't think I've seen it?" Blaise asked.

Both Potters looked at Harry at the same time.

In the middle of last night, Potter, who was not used to drinking at all, vomited and fussed most of the night after the banquet. Harry was so drunk that he was top-heavy, threw Potter into the bathroom, and gave Potter a clean-up. Potter's clothes were all gone, and Harry, unable to think, held on to the mentality of taking care of Potter if he was sick, struggling to take off his white shirt and cover Potter, and then fell unconscious.

Harry sniffed the shirt on his body carefully, the familiar smell made him grin wide and hearty: "This is Severus' shirt. So he still attended the celebration last night?"

Potter thought to himself, this is really like what the old bat would do, just send Harry to bed or something.Gritting his teeth, he rubbed his back sore from lying on the bathroom tile floor for half a night.He woke up from the cold in the early morning and struggled to get into Harry's bed.

Harry took out his shirt breast pocket familiarly, took out a small test tube as expected, opened the cork and swallowed it in one gulp. He slammed his mouth with a surprised expression.

Blaise and Potter looked at Harry calmly.There were also dots of milky white fluid sticking to Harry's lips.

"...a milk-flavored hangover potion?" Harry said unexpectedly, feeling the severe headache he had woken up disappearing like a hallucination. "I thought the strange-flavored potion was Severus' signature... this is delicious?"

Harry lowered his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and tentatively licked around the mouth of the bottle again, biting the mouth of the bottle lightly, his lips wrapped around the half of the bottle that was slightly wet from his licking.

He raised his eyes, glancing at Blaise and Potter who were frozen still, "Hmm...delicious," Harry licked the liquid from his lips, "delicious...want more,...can you give it to me?"

Blaise and Potter pulled a contorted smirk at the same time.

The former turned around and went back to the bathroom with a few steps and slammed the door shut, while the latter jumped out of bed and rushed out of the room in two or three steps, and then the bathroom door of the next room was also slammed shut.

"Humph.

Harry sneered disdainfully, and stood up calmly.

He folded the slightly longer sleeves, elegantly smoothed out every wrinkle on the shirt, then narrowed his eyes, and left the master bedroom with strong steps.

He wants to see... who is using the kitchen?

Bright sunlight in the morning pours in from the open window, and a young man bathed in light stands beside the simple kitchen counter.

The other party has a well-proportioned and slender body, and his slender and strong arms seem to be turning something. Platinum hair and white skin seem to be made by rubbing the most beautiful morning light in the world. They are the perfect creation of God.

As soon as Harry left the room, he saw this scene.

"...Harry?" Draco Malfoy turned around, actually holding a large basin in his arms, stirring the salad with a wooden spoon in one hand, he frowned and looked towards the guest room, "What happened to Potter just now?"

Harry imagined Potter wearing his shirt all over his body, with his bare legs staggering towards the guest bathroom in an awkward position.

"..." Harry grinned, and gave a standard post-event smile of a successful man, "He, uh-heh."

Draco frowned, raised an extremely similar smile, took a few steps forward with the salad bowl in his hand, lightly lifted the side of Harry's face, leaned down slightly in an extremely fast and smooth posture, and lightly kissed the corner of Harry's lips.

"Forgot to say, good morning, and...drinking a potion and getting it all over the place, Harry?" Gray-blue eyes stared at Harry defiantly, who was stuck in the way of the salad bowl between the two of them. , had no choice but to retreat first.

"I don't think it's a patrician custom to kiss other wizards casually, Malfoy."

"This is an omission from your etiquette teacher... It is called a cheek kiss among nobles. It is called a good morning kiss among lovers."

"Forgive me, I am not a nobleman, nor is anyone's lover."

"Forgive me—I thought I had publicly announced my pursuit of you, and you did know?" The young Malfoy dismissed, placing the salad bowl on the table.

Harry looked over and found that apart from the large bowl of salad on the table, there was an exquisite typical British breakfast on each side of the table - golden mushroom scrambled eggs, salty and oily bacon and so on.The polished silver knives and forks were neatly stacked aside.

And on the Muggle stove, a small pot was simmering - when Harry woke up, he could smell the aroma of the pot.

Harry felt that his worldview had been subverted.

He didn't know whether to be surprised first that Draco could make baked beans in tomato sauce, or that a Malfoy could use a Muggle cooker and stove.

Draco took the lead and sat down at one end of the dining table, slowly put down the sleeves that were rolled up for easy work, and slipped the TV remote control into Harry's hand.

"Stuck? The Muggle show you've been watching is about to start," Draco said casually.

"Cooking as a house elf in a Potter's Muggle house, then watching a Muggle show while eating... Lucius will make you copy Malfoy's house rules on your knees until the world is destroyed, or he vomits blood to death."

"I'm not breaking the Malfoy rules—" Draco replied, "I'm performing part of the courtship ritual."

Harry marveled.

Blaise was right, ambition, stoicism and cunning... A Slytherin could make himself very un-Slytherin, damn likable if necessary.

Enjoying a perfect breakfast with the Muggle program, Harry swipe his fingertips, look at the time, and laugh with anticipation and mischievousness.

The black-haired, green-eyed adult wizard skillfully casts the Transfiguration Charm with a wave of his wand, and the black shirt on his body instantly becomes an extremely tacky big red loose T-shirt, with a print in the middle of him wearing Muggle clothes with two big disc-shaped ears. The black mouse pattern on the magician's robe in the story, the cartoon mouse poses to wave the wand, and the golden words "Disn•yLand" are connected to the tip of the wand.

At the same time, the door was knocked heavily.

"You have an appointment with Professor Snape today?"

Draco looked at the rustic young wizard with a horrified expression, who looked like a big cat ready to tease its prey, with a cruel and merciless smile on his lips, and walked softly and earnestly towards the door, "...Yeah, But I asked him out—he owes me one."

Harry pushed open the door happily.

Standing outside the door was a gloomy man with a dark face, an ugly expression and a violent mood.The man is tall and slender, with muscular lines faintly revealed in the black shirt and trousers, which looks like he has been trained for many years and has experienced many battles.But the thick and greasy black hair covered the cheeks like curtains, the hooked nose protruded, and the pair of deep black eyes set off by it looked like wraiths crawling out of hell.

"Ah, great Harry Potter, always saving the world—your humble Potions professor is honored to have the power that awaits you," Severus Snape crossed his arms and chanted erratically, then noticed Harry's costume, and instantly His expression changed, "——do you think we can transfer to America by apparating?"

"Good morning, Severus!" Harry squinted his eyes, smiling brightly just like the goddam old Potter, "Don't worry, it won't be like this."

Severus Snape, as the person who knew this Harry the most and had the longest relationship here, didn't hold any hope for Harry's answer.

In front of Severus and Draco who was leaning against the door to watch the excitement, Harry pulled the blue long-haired purple-spotted monster puppet bag that he had been carrying behind his back at some point, reached out and took out a Muggle children's toy wand.

There was a palm-sized star hanging on the plastic wand, Harry pressed the black protrusion on the side, and the toy wand emitted colorful lights and began to flash and flash frequently, accompanied by harsh and weird electronic sound effects.

"——I have prepared the door key to the ticket gate." Harry smiled sweetly.

Harry held out his hand, beckoning Severus to share with him the ridiculous thing that kept repeating the sound effects of "It's a Small World".

The professor of Potions exuded the aura of 'Merlin, what did I do to be tortured like this', but he still did not forget to add: "It is - a portkey in line with the noble taste of the savior. They haven't come to you yet What a loss for the world to have children's theater take on heroic roles."

"Cough," Draco warmed up, "Professor...Harry, please take care of me today."

"I'll take good care of Severus, dragon." Harry replied immediately.

Draco was determined to be the quiet handsome man so as not to be drawn into the duo's terrifying and frightening confrontation.

He didn't quite understand the "special way of getting along" that two powerful wizards who were usually prudent, wise, and trustworthy would torture each other when they met together.

A lonesome, strong and self-reliant person like Severus Snape owed others an extremely rare occasion, and Harry Potter chose to use this favor to ask the other party to go to a Muggle amusement park for a day the day after his birthday.

Even if these two people don't like crowded places.

"…good luck to you all," was all Draco could say, "I'll send Blaise and Potter back to where they belong."

"Thank you, please." Harry smiled.Then he turned his head, put on a wicked smile with deep meaning, took out two pairs of huge mouse ear scrunchies, pressed them hard on the heads of Severus and himself, who were on the verge of collapse, and stuffed the door key into each other's hands, while Harry firmly Wrap each other's hands tightly.

"Severus, today will definitely be the happiest day of my life." Harry said innocently and sincerely.

Severus Snape was trembling with anger, he tore off the big pink bowknot mouse ears on his head, threw them out of the window forcefully, and growled: "HARRYJAMESPOTTER, you idiot---"

In the next second, dogs barked from downstairs, the door key was activated, and the two disappeared in place.

Draco spent three seconds wondering if a certain Muggle paradise in America would be history from now on.

Downstairs on the side outside the window, in a narrow alley, a huge black dog with mouse ears in a bow tie crookedly hung on its head struggled to crawl out of a large trash can. Sometimes the fur is messy and tangled, barking wildly.

Sirius Padfoot Black, who turned into an Animagus last night and was quietly sleeping next to Harry's bed, when he noticed a dark black-robed wizard with a disgusting smell entered the bedroom, he jumped up loyally and alertly, ready to take the opportunity Bite off the opponent's throat, but was counterattacked by the opponent's powerful petrification spell, and pushed it out of the window as a large piece of garbage.

Sirius, who escaped from the non-burnable garbage bin wearing a fishbone and banana peel stinky socks, howled in broad daylight to the bright sun.

"Severus Snape!! Today's debt, I want you to pay with blood!!! Aww—"