HP Dark Hero

?Severus Snape got up on time, washed up and took out the winter cloak for going out. The first time he stepped out of the bedroom door, he saw Harry Potter nestled on the single sofa.

Although the opponent is not tall, he is still an adult male.The young man nestled in the sofa with his legs folded, looking a little pitiful.

Around his waist and abdomen was crumpled a black robe that he dragged in his sleep as a thin quilt, Snape's eyes twitched, and for a moment he couldn't tell whose robe it was—this young savior, and his The style of clothing is almost the same.

In Snape's opinion, apart from inheriting all the faults of the old Potter such as reckless impulsiveness, this Harry Potter has nothing in common with the little troll Potter, but the fact is that he never heard his colleagues discuss Harry Potter at every meal or faculty meeting 'something's wrong'.

The young man was obviously not really fast asleep. When Snape was about to draw out his wand, Harry opened his eyes, stretched slowly, and said hello, "Good morning, Severus."

"It's Professor Snape. If you call the professor by his first name, 2 points will be deducted from Gryffindor." Snape also said slowly, "It's a refreshing morning, a good start to the day, isn't it."

Severus Snape was undoubtedly a guy who was good at annoying people, and Harry firmly agreed with that.

However, after Harry had spent the evening scrutinizing every interaction he had with Snape, he had tasted a familiarity he hadn't spoken about.

"You are Severus. Right?" Harry's tone was very sure.

"That's right. Potter, amazingly sensitive," Snape raised his eyebrows and smirked, crossing his arms across his chest. "Of course I'm Severus Snape—and, again, two points from Gryffindor for disrespect to the professor."

"You know I'm not—"

"Contradict the professor, Gryffindor will deduct 3 points."

No matter how much Harry didn't care about points, even if Snape deducted points non-stop, he would inevitably grit his teeth.

Snape sneered, and lit the fireplace, throwing in a sprinkling of floo powder.

"Since you're looking forward to this morning's confinement so much that you're even spending the night here—I can take it that you're ready to go?"

"Wait, what's the start?" The words snuffed out Harry's imminent outburst of anger, turning into utter bewilderment.

Snape's answer was, stepped forward and muttered something extremely fast, and when the flames turned green, he picked up Harry on the sofa and threw him into it without hesitation.

Harry experienced a lot of spinning in the fireplace floo network, and he finally stopped. When he rolled and was thrown out of the fireplace, he hadn't regained his sense of direction, and was immediately caught by Snape who stepped out of the fireplace, and the phantom together Apparate.

Once again, he was hooked and spun around, as if his soul was about to be thrown out.A moment later, the moment his feet landed firmly on the ground, Harry immediately staggered a few steps, completely unable to distinguish up and down, left and right, and almost fell to the ground.

Snape behind him only shook slightly before returning to normal, and cast a puzzled look at Harry who was leaning against the tree trunk.

"Potter, lack of exercise?"

Harry was dizzy and nauseated in his stomach. If he had eaten breakfast, he would probably have vomited it by now.He breathed a sigh of relief for barely holding himself steady, but he didn't expect that just as he stood up straight while supporting the tree trunk, his wrist suddenly lost strength and he slipped his hand by mistake, and fell backwards uncontrollably.

Looking at the picture in front of him, Snape's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled hard, and the black-haired youth knocked Snape to the ground with his whole body.

With a pain in the back of his head, the poor Snape gritted his teeth and raised his head, hitting directly into the eyes of the person pressing above him--those emerald-like eyes were actually gleaming with water. Harry squinted and tilted his head in discomfort before Snape realized it was just a problem with the lighting.

There was only one breath between the two of them at this point, enough for Snape to feel Harry's minty breath - when had this Potter slipped into the bathroom and used his toothpaste?

So close, as if within reach.

There was an odd vibe, and no one spoke to break it.

Unlike Snape's unexplained silence, Harry knew exactly what he was feeling at the moment could almost use the word: obsessed.

Leaning on Snape's body, Harry gasped in a low voice, and the subtle tremors from the black-haired youth's body were clearly transmitted to Snape through their chests pressed tightly together.

Harry felt like it was written in the potions textbook...as if being illuminated by the purest sunlight, never had such a good feeling.He looked down at those black eyes, which were filled with only his clear reflection. The emotional part of Harry's brain is relaxed and joyful, about to sing a sonnet about how it feels to be close to each other at this moment, while the rational part is cursing the bloody love potion loudly, and making all limbs move with all their strength, even if it's only half away. inch.

Merlin.

In his heart, he suspected that he would be torn apart by two strong emotions, split into two.

Dazed for a while, Harry laughed, bowed his head and whispered into Snape's ear: "My dear professor, I think the way you look at you from this angle... is unexpectedly good."

Snape narrowed his eyes, grabbed Harry on his chest and flipped it over. After a moment of dizziness, Harry realized that he was the one under him.

Putting his arms close to Harry's sides, Snape leaned down with a smirk, "Indeed, it's pretty good—three points for Gryffindor?"

Harry grinned, and hugged Snape not to be outdone, and stretched his waist and abdomen, and the position between the two of them fell up and down again.

As if aroused to be competitive, the two grabbed each other's skirts and began to fight for the top position. They kept tossing and turning, and even rolled for a long distance, until both of them were sweating and panting.

The restlessness in Harry's heart, which had become more and more out of control since the love potion, dissipated in this meaningless childish scramble, and his mind was controlled by some kind of weird obsession, as if he was in the clouds.

His mind was empty, and a sigh slipped out from Harry's lips without thinking: "I seem to have found a piece of lost soul────────────────────────────」

Snape's eyes turned blank for a moment.

"Don't talk stupid, Potter, your pompous soul is all right."

Snape's tone was almost grim, and he pushed away Harry who was holding him down in order to secure the victory.

The two who had rolled away for a long distance didn't pay attention to their sides, so the back of Harry's head was lifted, and he slammed into the tree trunk, screaming in pain.

"Stand up, Potter. You're not here to go back to sleep today." Snape said coldly, tidying up the wrinkles and grass clippings on his robes slowly, paying no attention to the hissing Harry.

Harry sat by the tree root, stroked the back of his head and gasped, and replied in a bad tone: "I-moved-no-"

His irritability was not due to the increasingly frequent episodes of weakness or hitting a tree because of Snape, but rather returning to his sanity when the two were separated, painfully aware of his out-of-control actions just now.

Snape remembered that the tipping point of the sequence of movements was Harry Potter's inexplicable fatigue.

Snape finally frowned: "You, what's wrong."

Harry stood up slowly: "It's you, Severus."

"I thought it was about your weird situation?" Snape narrowed his eyes, staring at the black-haired young man who took the initiative to take a few steps back, and the other party spread his hands leisurely.

"It must be a failed love potion," Harry said nonchalantly, "or, continuous location transfers, plus a whole night spent on a hard, narrow sofa?"

Snape smirked, "Don't try to test my patience with such an unintelligent lie in front of the Potions Master, Potter. I thought that Harry Potter, who could survive the adulthood and keep his life, might be worthy of being called Organs of the brain. But obviously, what I saw today changed my mind again."

"Severus. I can't imagine that apart from the Snape I know, anyone else can endure Potter's approach." Of course, the former just chose to seek revenge from other places after repeatedly losing his mind.

Snape twisted his face in disgust, "Please have mercy on the great savior, don't compare me to that 'Severus' who seems to be so low in IQ that he made friends with trolls."

The two stared at each other provocatively, and the situation was stalemate. Harry didn't want to be the first one to fall into the wind, but he couldn't help shivering from the winter wind, breaking the stiff atmosphere, and quickly put a warming spell on himself.

The British region that is about to enter December has not yet snowed, but it is already very cold, not to mention there are only a few beams of sunshine that are not warm enough.Unlike Snape, who was wearing a thick cloak, Harry, who didn't expect the confinement to go outside the school, was only wearing a thin black robe. He had just cooled off from hot sweat and was freezing like a popsicle.

He was ashamed to realize that he had no sense of crisis, and when the situation was not clear, he would grab the other party and roll around in an unknown place, so he looked around to confirm where he was taken.

It seems to be in a certain forest, the tall trees are deep and deep, and the sun is almost invisible standing under them. Harry tried to determine where he was, but no matter how he identified, he could only come up with one sentence: the wilderness.

"I'm freezing, Severus, and I'm hungry," Harry complained half-truly, flexing his arms and legs.

"Don't be a crying baby. If you don't want to miss your lunch, complete today's confinement goals accurately and quickly," Snape found a roll of parchment and threw it to Harry, who found it very detailed The material list, with a picture next to the plant name, "After you find the above things, stay where you are and let the patron saint notify me. Don't pick them yourself! Your reckless methods will only waste these fragile and precious medicinal materials meaninglessly. "

"I know—" Harry dragged his voice, "It's not the first time, don't keep saying the same thing, Severus."

Snape pursed his lips into a straight line, "Unfortunately, I'm apparently the first to make this kind of explanation, and have questioned my stupid decision to bring trolls to harvest any material countless times."

Harry shrugged, taking the list and heading in the opposite direction to Snape.

He certainly didn't think that Snape was really expecting a Potter to help him find something.

Let Snape not hesitate to use the excuse of being in confinement during the holiday... What is Snape's purpose? How could Snape change his behavior through this out-of-school confinement?

Harry was thinking, wandering aimlessly, but little Potter, who had been very quiet since yesterday, suddenly uttered: 'Harry! '

Harry was taken aback, ignoring the possibility that his childish behavior of grabbing Snape's collar and rolling around just now might be completely seen by little Potter, and replied in his mind: 'Potter?Sorry, I was locked up by Snape... Today is the day to go to Hogsmeade, do you have an appointment with Ron and the others? '

'No, it's ok...it's Saturday?Are you locked up in...the Forbidden Forest? '

'No, I don't know where this is.Apparently, Snape has finally made confinement one of his holiday pleasures,' Harry said, scanning every possible grassy spot with his list, '…are you alright? '

'Uh, okay.Well, there is a little bit of a situation.I just... haven't been able to see where you are or communicate since Potions class.It was like… like… suddenly there was a barrier. 'Potter's tone was almost panicked, but still calm,'It's not that it's really a wall...The barrier suddenly disappeared just now, and I finally responded when I called you, and I was able to see the situation outside.What happened to you?or me? '

When Harry controlled his body, Potter could know that Harry was calling him, and was able to pass his own voice to Harry.But Harry was just the passive side, completely ignorant of Potter's situation, and whether he heard it or not.

Including this, almost all soul matters between them were dominated by Potter, and even before that, he could unilaterally share part of his senses.Things seemed to be changing step by step, but Potter didn't understand anything, and did it only by instinct, Harry had been curious about it.

But now Potter said, suddenly there was a… barrier between them? Harry instinctively thought of Occlumency, but he hadn't used it these days.

'is there any difference? '

'I…' Potter hesitated, '…there's no way to trade with you, I mean. '

Harry's soul firmly occupied the position of control.

This might be the norm, but it hadn't been seen since Potter's inhabiting Harry's body by accident.

Considering that the effect of the love potion itself is to act on emotions and consciousness, and the timing coincides, Harry suspects that it may be related.Harry didn't know about potions, he could tell Snape to confirm whether it was related to the failed potion, and also adjust the antidote, but subconsciously avoided this option.

And Potter also talked about the sudden disappearance of the barrier, which was puzzling again.

'Other than that, did you feel anything unusual? '

'I don't know if it counts?Over there... I feel a little weird there.It's as if something is calling me. ' Potter signaled a certain direction, and considering the Savior's luck, Harry simply headed there.

After walking for 10 minutes, Harry was already deep in the forest.The vegetation here is extremely dense, the trees are tall and intertwined, blocking all the light.When the sun was shining in the morning, Harry had to shout 'Lumos' in a low voice while walking here, relying on the faint light from the tip of his stick to move forward carefully, so as to avoid the thick and twisted roots growing scattered on the ground.

'Here it is,' Potter whispered.

Sparks ignited to frighten away the devil's net that blocked his vision, Harry raised his wand to increase the brightness, and there was a strange clearing in the depths of the forest.

Harry was thinking of stepping forward to investigate, but the strangely intense vigilance in his heart made him stop and observe in a circle at a distance not too far away.

"There must be something here that can help," Potter said with certainty, and with unspeakable anxiety.

Unlike Potter, Harry didn't have any thoughts about this clearing other than a vague sense of danger—there wasn't even a blade of grass here, and there wasn't any trace of life that had ever existed. Harry narrowed his eyes, and took a few steps back.

After trying several more concealed detection spells, there was no response, so Harry could only write down the coordinates and retreat temporarily.

Harry, who didn't take that list to heart at all, turned back to the meeting point empty-handed, chatting with Potter very leisurely along the way.

However, Potter suddenly fell silent when passing by a certain place, and Harry took a few steps back cautiously, only to hear Potter yell out a series of words again in surprise.

'You mean,' thought Harry, 'that the barrier went up again just now? '

Potter gave a resolute 'hmm', and the two of them ran some tests, finally confirming that the barrier would only go away if they were within a certain distance of that weird clearing.

Or rather, within that distance, Potter was able to break through the invisible barrier temporarily called the barrier and communicate with Harry.

Coming here is not entirely an accident. Harry suspected that this man, Severus Snape, must have some information, but he also knew that there was nothing to be pried from the other party.

*Snape knelt down on one knee, carefully pushed aside the soil, and was about to pick up a precious plant with all his heart, when he suddenly jumped to the right, pulled out his wand without looking back, and cast a petrification spell behind him, at the same time, an extremely The cruel cutting curse hit the place where he was originally, under a corner of the robe.

And that poor plant became a heap of debris on the spot!

Snape's face was black, the tip of his staff was shining with ominous green light, and he squeezed out a name angrily from between his teeth at a certain tree: "HARRYJAMESPOTTER!"

Behind the thick tree trunk, the black-haired young man walked out quietly with light steps, as if strolling leisurely in the garden, shaking the wand in his hand.

Harry tilted his head, smiling, "Lack of exercise, Professor Snape?"

Severus Snape smirked and didn't ask any more questions. As soon as he made a move, he was immediately invisible!

Harry nimbly rolled on the spot, and shot back without hesitation...