HP Dark Hero

?After receiving an urgent notice in the middle of the night, Madam Pomfrey arrived in a hurry, with the assistance of Dumbledore, temporarily arranged the abandoned classroom into a simple medical room.After working hard for most of the night, he finally managed to stabilize Severus Snape's injury - if it wasn't for his strong willpower and emergency treatment, it's hard to say what it would be like at this moment.

For another young man who looked extremely similar to the little savior, Dumbledore just explained that he was a distant relative of the Potter family who moved out of England, and asked Pomfrey to keep a secret about his existence and everything that happened.

"In addition to this big Mr. Potter, there is also Severus..." Dumbledore has figured out many links through the many new news and major changes tonight, he politely refused the witch's request to examine him, and whispered, "Both of them None of them can leave here until I have a new arrangement. Can you please take care of them, Poppy?"

Madam Pomfrey nodded cautiously, and said with a serious expression, "Severus is seriously injured. Although he has survived the critical period, I also hope that he can stay in bed for a short time. If necessary, I will use some small measures to manage the injury." Hold him." She added, "But Mr. Potter... he's in good health, but unconscious for no apparent reason - Albus, you'll need to send him to St. Mungo's to get professional medical attention."

Potter, who was standing aside, immediately turned his head when he heard this.

Dumbledore looked a little older, and he sighed, "I'll try to arrange it, Bobby."

Back when Madam Pomfrey was concentrating on healing the huge wound on Snape's back, Dumbledore, who knew that the two Potter souls were involved, had quietly detected it.

Little Potter was undoubtedly in good condition, and his soul even grew a little bit, while Harry's soul was sluggish, curled up and stuck in the depths of his consciousness, sleeping weakly.

Dumbledore couldn't speak.

- He may never wake up again...

Dumbledore did not stay to rest. This matter had a great impact, and he had to adjust a lot of arrangements. After making sure that Madam Pomfrey would take care of him, he left first.

Little Potter, who was in good condition, confirmed that there was nothing unusual when Madam Pomfrey arrived. On Saturday morning, he left for a while and returned to the tower, probably looking for a reason to explain his whereabouts to his friends, and then came back to actively assist Pomfrey. Ray took care of the remaining three.

Blaise Zabini, who consumed too much magic power, slept for a day and a night. After waking up, he was forced to pour various potions under Pomfrey's scolding of "in case he becomes a squib". His condition was still good, and he stayed by Harry's bedside and refused to leave.

Even Snape, who was seriously injured, woke up on Sunday night after Pomfrey took good care of him and removed the remaining dark magic damage from the wound.

The first thing he did when he woke up was, not surprisingly, to ask to see Dumbledore.

"Albus, I need to go back," Snape said, confirming that Dumbledore had placed the Soundproofing Charm, "I can't be there without me."

The gloomy wizard refused all assistance. He sat up with difficulty, his eyes were anxious, and he pressed the burning and stinging Dark Mark on his arm, "Voldemort found out. He is calling all his henchmen to check them out one by one. I have to go .I'm even damn late for being in a coma."

"Severus, you cannot be sure that your identity has not been revealed. We all know that the Dark Lord has no time to listen to your excuses. He won't, he will rule out whoever he thinks is most likely, and that will be you." Dumbledore replied.

"Perhaps. But I can deftly avoid all doubts. I must, as always." Snape said in a deep voice, "The Order of the Phoenix must not lose my position, or we will lose all opportunities in this war and will be as if we have been deceived." He who walks on the edge of the canyon with his eyes and ears closed."

Dumbledore, on the other hand, flashed his blue eyes and chuckled lovingly, "Severus, is that Harry the one you decided to act on even though you knew the consequences - didn't even think about them?"

Snape's eyes were blank, his face twitched, "Albus! I'm talking about the importance of war—"

"Severus, my boy," Dumbledore said, pressing the back of Snape's hand lightly with his intact left hand, "you think we must defeat Voldemort, why?"

"I'm not your child—"

Dumbledore interrupted him, "Because there are more precious and better things, we long for them to exist, and Voldemort just wants to destroy them. In order to protect them, I am willing to fight for them. I wouldn't say that about losing one of you. We have no influence on the excellent undercover, but Severus, you are equally important. I will not agree with you to challenge the slight possibility and go back to die. Rest at ease, Severus, I will have other ways."

What can you do----

Snape wanted to growl like that, but he couldn't say anything in the face of the old man's almost pleading warm eyes.

"But Albus," he began with difficulty, "I hope there's still something I can do to help in this war—"

"Of course there is," Dumbledore said cheerfully, "I hope you can go behind the scenes, we will need you for many things. But this is after Bobby thinks you have recovered well enough."

Coincidentally, the Medical Queen turned her head and cast a dissatisfied glance at Snape, who had woken up and was in a hurry to find Dumbledore, holding a small bowl of potion for topical application.

Snape sighed and could only accept the arrangement.

He never went to see the dark-haired young man in the clinic, as if they had nothing to do with each other.

And beside Harry's bed, Potter stretched his arms helplessly, handing the bubbling potion to Blaise.Ever since he woke up, he seemed to have made his home beside Harry's bed, expressionless and cold, holding Harry tightly, refusing to move even a step, and refusing all creatures except medical witches to approach Harry—especially Little Potter.

The little savior felt particularly deeply about this.

In the past few days, he was often alert to someone staring at him with cold eyes, almost thinking that Voldemort was here, but when he turned around, there was nothing, except Blaise Zabini beside Harry.

Potter almost doubted that Blaise wanted to kill himself, as if killing him would make Harry wake up... But considering that Blaise had mentioned that he was with Harry, and little Potter was the one who dragged Harry down, if he had any feelings for Blaise There seems to be no malice, only doubly guilty, restless all night.

Come Monday, Potter was rushed to class.

"But," Potter said anxiously, "he's not awake—"

"It's not a matter of rush," Dumbledore said softly. "You can still visit him after class. OK?"

Potter refused, and in the end, he didn't know how Dumbledore did it, but he still persuaded the little savior who took one step and turned back.

Blaise simply skipped every class.Unless Harry speaks himself, no one can make him leave—the words in those dark purple eyes seem to be engraved all over.

The young Slytherin remained silent, deathly silent.He stayed where Harry could see it as soon as he opened his eyes, and he didn't know whether to wait with full expectation, or to passively go to despair.

"I thought you should have anticipated this possibility, Mr. Zabini." Snape said suddenly as he checked his recovery.

"…" Blaise closed his eyes.

A few days later, in the middle of the night, a temporary ward was set up in the abandoned classroom in the cellar.

Leaning against the bedpost, Blaise fell asleep one of the rare times he was exhausted from the day.

Snape opened his eyes quietly, and got out of bed gently, trying not to touch the unhealed wound on his body.

The deep underground cellar cannot be seen from outside, but Dumbledore used a spell similar to the dome of the Great Hall to set a magic window between Snape and Harry's two beds.

It was late at night, dark clouds covered the night sky, it was a night without stars or moon.Looking out through the magic window, only fine snow is flying, covering Hogwarts with a fine velvet blanket.

In the quiet and silent space, Harry's weak breathing was unusually sudden - he looked pale, tired, and was living on potions - it was ironic that the stabilizer that Snape was ordered to prepare was now replaced by Harry, and it was very effective Poor, just maintaining the basic functions, like a candle in the wind.

It couldn't be blamed for Zabini's refusal to leave, but Harry's condition rapidly deteriorated, so he could only take care of him carefully, and could not tolerate any mistakes.

Snape sat in the chair next to Harry's bed.

The knuckle-shaped palms covered the dry palms on Harry's side.

He stared into Harry's closed eyes and murmured under his breath, "...Inspiritualization."

The spell worked in a weird way.

With a slight tugging sensation, Snape opened his eyes and found himself in a dark space.He carefully observed the environment, but he didn't seem surprised that the spell had this effect.

Moments after he appeared, somewhere in the dark space suddenly seemed to be under a spotlight, and Snape looked, and saw the black-haired young man sitting cross-legged with a relaxed expression, and many fragmentary images flashed around him.

He raised his hand leisurely: "Hi."

Snape replied with a falsely proud nod, "Potter."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, "I mean: Hi, Severus."

Snape made an extremely rare arc of helplessness, "Then, my answer is: Good evening, Harry."