HP Dark Hero

?Severus Snape hurried through the corridor and entered the north tower through the winding stairs.

He walked in the shadow of the steps of the north tower, only the moonlight poured in from the windows placed every few floors, illuminating his calm and almost indifferent half of his face.

Unlike the hasty steps that are eager to put on wings, there is no emotion to be read from his face.

Snape stopped before taking the last step to the top of the tower.Standing still for a few seconds, he pursed his lips tightly before taking steps gracefully and gently.

"Night travel during my shift, is it your new hobby?" Severus Snape chanted to the empty tower top, his silky and deep voice was like a cello, matching the night, "Great savior?"

The top floor of the north tower used for stargazing is empty -- it should be like this, and in the middle of winter night when the bitter winter wind howls and blows back and forth on the top floor, even Peeves, who can't feel the temperature, are reluctant to come -- But after Snape spoke, there was a low laugh from the dark corner where the moonlight never stayed.

"I've never appreciated your humor," said a young voice. "Did I tell you, Professor Snape?"

It was a sheltered position, the black-haired young man was leaning against the wall, his two long legs stretched and overlapped naturally.Most of his face was hidden in the darkness, but the part illuminated by the moonlight could see gentle green eyes and slightly raised lips.

It was a friendly smile, but again felt no emotion whatsoever.

Harry raised his hand to Snape, and fished out an unopened wine bottle from among several empty bottles beside him, "Professor, would you like some?"

And the other hand that the young man casually placed by his side was dripping with blood.A thin black ring was played casually in the palm full of blood, a string of blood drops fell along the thin ring, and tiny red flowers splashed on the empty wine bottle.

Standing a few steps away, Snape could smell the soaring smell of alcohol, mixed with the unique spicy flame vodka and the vague smell of blood.He accurately caught an inconspicuous glass vial from among the pile of wine bottles that had obviously been emptied by the young man alone. There was not a single drop of liquid in it, which made him relax for a moment.

Severus Snape narrowed his eyes, "Apparently alcoholism is more to the Savior's appetite for thrills than night tours?"

Harry blinked happily, "Don't worry, I've drank the antidote three hours ago to confirm it's taking effect, this little wine won't hinder the effect──Didn't you prepare the antidote?"

Hours earlier, Harry and Blaise had been called to the Potions office.After opening the door according to the password, he didn't see the owner here, Severus Snape.

The entire Potions Office was lit only by the faint light from the embers of the fireplace, which was barely enough to see clearly.The tabletop, which is often piled with potions homework for all grades, is very clean, making the two conical glass bottles placed on it extremely dazzling. It looks like dark green ink, if it weren't for the note pressed below to clearly indicate the location of their antidote. identity.

All the doors were closed, and it was impossible to tell if Snape was nearby.

There was no doubt about Snape's seriousness and professionalism in treating the potion, and he would usually wait on the sidelines in such a situation to confirm that the antidote reacted normally before leaving.

Harry and Blaise exchanged glances, but they had no doubts about the authenticity of the antidote, and drank it dry.

However, after finishing the drink, Harry's expression was a little strange—that expression was so special that Blaise kept asking him about his situation, and then Harry smiled and shook his head, directly ignoring Snape's request to 'return to the lounge before curfew' on Snape's message.Not long after, it was Snape who found what he saw.

Harry's arms were still straight out, maintaining the position of handing out the bottle.And Snape folded his arms around his chest, looking down at him with empty black eyes.Between the two of them, there was only the heavy wine bottle and the cold wind whining like a low cry.

Snape reached out and took the vodka Harry offered him.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and the heavy wine bottle shattered. Snape maintained the posture of letting go of his hand, without looking at the corner of his robe stained by the spilled wine, a mocking smile twisted from his thin lips .

"Sorry," Snape said loudly, "it was my fault—"

Harry tilted his head, looking at Snape with eyes as strange as meeting him for the first time.

"So, perhaps our great Mr. Potter is willing to accept another round of confinement and a large number of points tonight, as atonement for your humble professor's faux pas?"

"Professor Snape," Harry smiled, interrupting him, "you have made an antidote. I'm very curious...what is the effect of that failed love potion?"

Snape snorted coldly, "I don't think talking to a troll who doesn't know anything about potions can explain such a complicated issue. Besides, the antidote has been completed, and it doesn't matter what effect it is—what's important is that please end your disengagement immediately." If you don’t behave like a preface, go back to the lion’s den and sleep soundly.”

"...Actually, when I drink the antidote, I know the effect."

"Oh," Snape replied disinterestedly, and took out his wand, intending to forcibly expel the Gryffindor who refused to listen.

"It's a love potion at first sight..."

"Precise! A perfect display of the Savior's excellent reasoning skills and ingenuity," Snape said without pausing.

Harry smiled, "──Of course it's impossible."

"It can draw out the deepest, even hidden desires of the heart. Isn't that right, professor."

Snape looked slowly at the young savior without any fluctuation in his eyes.

With a flick of Harry's fingertips, the liquid that was dropped to the ground by Snape gathered in the air, elongated, stretched, and transformed into various shapes at will.

"You're drunk, Potter." Snape said softly, "If I were you, I'd choose to go back to the tower right away and enjoy the last night without confinement and labor in peace. Because I'll report to the headmaster about your damned middle of the night I drank more than a dozen bottles of spirits in the North Tower, and wasted the professor's precious time talking drunk."

Harry smiled lowly, "It seems that it really is the same thing?"

The young man's tone was remarkably relaxed, and even though Snape could sense the self-mockery between the words, it seemed to be discussing the weather in general.

"If it's really that effect." Harry laughed loudly, "Then how much I must want to live to firmly occupy control of my body?"

"…'control', what does that mean?" Snape asked.

Harry didn't answer, just smiled happily, ecstatic as if he had never encountered anything more gratifying in his life. Snape threw a Stunning Curse at the black-haired youth without hesitation, which was blocked in time.

Probably his mouth was dry from laughing, Harry opened another bottle of vodka and drank it down, his eyes were full of smiles, "Sorry, 2 points deducted from Gryffindor?"

Snape didn't see any joy in it.

At this time, Harry had already started to belch a little, and a slight blush climbed up his cheeks.Had this look been seen in situations other than here and now, no one would have doubted his contentment and well-being.

Harry didn't care about Snape's indifferent reaction, and continued, "Even if it's the wish...but not everything can go according to your expectations. If you have to make a choice, self-will—perhaps the easiest thing to be deceived by our kind The part people discard. Are you right, Severus."

"You mean: the savior and the others?" Snape said coldly, "maybe the savior has too many things to do and doesn't have any spare brain capacity to remember this: that Severus is dead. "

"It was this reaction that made me confirm that you were him." Harry whispered.

"Although it's a pity, I and the one with worrying IQ are both Severus Snape. Even if the reaction is similar, it doesn't mean anything at all. This can only make me regret in the future that I wasted my lips at this time to prove that I am not another person."

"I never said—Severus died—or anything like that. No, I'm sure I never did, because I don't think he died." Harry muttered, "Even if I die, He can also find a way to live, laughing at those who are sure Severus Snape will die alone and unremarkable. He deserves it. So I assume he is still alive."

"In that case, no one would survive," Snape pointed out calmly.

"Then he—you—will be the one to break the rules."

"Break the rules? That seems to be the patent of the savior."

The two exchanged a few more words on this, and Harry's reaction became more and more sluggish, and he needed to think for a while before he could refute every sentence.

Unexpectedly, although Snape was disgusted and irritable, he patiently listened to the drunken words of the black-haired young man.

The long conversation made Harry almost close his eyes, "Severus? Are you still there?"

"No."

"Severus..."

"........."

"I thought we were at least buddies. I just wanted to help."

"........."

"...It turns out that you are really dead. I killed you."

"........."

"Severus, do you hate me?"

"........."

"Otherwise...why wouldn't you admit it..."

The sound of gentle breathing came from the young man in the corner.

Harry Potter was sitting and lying between a dozen empty wine bottles, his slightly long bangs softly covering his eyes, and he looked harmless to humans and animals, like a docile little animal.

Snape stood there for a long time looking out, as if he was here just for the night.

In the end, he still let out a long low sigh.

"This is the responsibility of Harry Potter here...Why do you have to get involved? You're finally free from all of this...Harry, you're such an idiot."

Snape's voice was extremely low, with the helplessness and frustration in his tone that he never wanted Harry to notice, the sporadic temperature between the words disappeared in the night wind in an instant, leaving no trace.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pick him up and carry him out of the North Tower.But in the end he did nothing.

Severus Snape just stood up, with a blank expression, pointing his wand straight at the black-haired young man. There was no flaw in his body, and he was very calm.

He said: "——Forget nothing."