HP Dark Hero

?The two people who have always held guns and sticks, actually talked peacefully under such weird circumstances.

"You really are Severus." Harry grinned, showing the ostentatious smile of the final winner.

"It seems that my Oblivion Charm has failed—no matter how you manage it, I must say that this is one of the very few times you have made me notice that you have an IQ."

"I'm curious..." Harry asked with interest, "How did you get in here? I thought Potter couldn't help-"

These days, Potter did try to enter Harry's soul, but since he returned to his body, he completely lost the ability to directly touch Harry's consciousness.

Snape mentioned something else instead, "Perhaps you remember that I was hit by Avada a second before Voldemort hit you with a disarm?"

Harry blinked and nodded.

"It seems that the spell made my soul connect with you..." Snape said, "I speculate that your current weakness may have something to do with the connection...perhaps it caused your soul...to lose."

Harry let out an oh.

"So, Severus—were you really dead then? I mean... standing in front of a POTTER?"

Severus Snape, accustomed to his companion's usual absence, replied, looking as if he was about to spit out his overnight meal, "Unfortunately—but. It's one of the most disgusting things in my life, nothing more than I'd be better off getting my head smashed in by a Bludger playing Quidditch - not that I'm willing to do that kind of savagery."

"So, you actually died?" Harry laughed, "This way of dying... If I were you, I would be angry and live."

"Glad to agree - cause of death: disarm, eh?"

The laughter stopped abruptly. Harry scratched his head embarrassingly, and remained silent.

Snape explained his thoughts carefully.

"I foolishly thought I'd just hit some luck and got a chance to do it all over again...however, seeing you break into my house illegally, eating and drinking like an annoying rodent and occupying the bed, it's clear--fate still Only caring for the Savior, and I was just passing by. Because we were close enough, Voldemort's Avada connected my soul to you. I was dragged here by you."

That's why he was so shocked when he saw Harry, but kept all the differences hidden.

In fact Harry should have known this when he saw him and thought he was Severus.Otherwise, Lucius Malfoy, who was also an old colleague, he didn't have any sense of familiarity.

Harry mused, "So—you recognized me early on. Why didn't you admit it? You need help. You look worse than when we were both undercover, with a sallow face—uh, Sorry, I mean that hasn't changed."

Snape snorted coldly, "My situation is different from yours." He was thinking about how to explain it, "Actually, even though most of that Avada was blocked by the spell, I did die—maybe when I narrowly escaped Avada Before my soul went to hell, Satan realized that it would be more painful for me to face these trolls alive than to die covered in karma—I merged with the soul of Severus Snape here... It was like having an extra experience and memory out of thin air , it’s hard to tell the truth from the fake.”

"This is not the reason for you to hide your identity." Harry asked flatly, "You who have confirmed that the two memories are authentic and belong to Severus Snape will definitely find that it will be more beneficial to cooperate with me."

"...I don't want you to be involved in these things again, since you died once and were lucky to live again." Snape's tone was equally calm, as if he had wanted to say this to Harry countless times, " You should live the life you want to live...like being a stupid Gryffindor troll throwing paper balls in class, blowing up cauldrons, playing Quidditch, causing trouble everywhere, as your dear dog godfather insists on-- "

Unlike Snape, who simply hated every Potter, the memory of Severus, who was still familiar with Harry, showed many different things.

The Savior Boy is not a bad person, he has very little, so he values ​​every bit of kindness and even has an eerily deep sense of responsibility.And this was especially evident in Harry. Severus Snape could only admit with exasperation that he was indeed one of Harry's inner circle.

"I clearly understand that if you knew that Snape was me, you would be eager to die." Snape smirked, "—that's all right now."

The black-haired young man laughed out loud, and he seemed quite complacent, "Me too, I've always wanted to take you out," Harry turned into a smirk under Snape's stare, and he deduced from the fact that Snape finally admitted his identity, " This time I finally succeeded?"

Snape curled his lip.

"Potter, since the Savior is alive and kicking, you don't need to—"

"It can't be helped, Severus," the black-haired young man smiled helplessly and gently, stretching his legs, "I can't stay out of it."

"Of course you—"

"Of course not." Harry cut off Snape.

He directly stretched out his hand and lightly touched the Dark Mark on Snape's arm—the part that acts on the soul—only a moment later, the hideous mark on Snape's arm gradually faded away, and the scorching pain that lasted for days disappeared. Greatly slowed down. The scar on Harry's forehead began to faintly redden and crack.

"At that time, the soul piece on my body was indeed taken out. I thought it was the soul piece of little Potter..." Harry flicked his wrist, "But I never thought: If I can't even control my own soul well, I will be able to control my own soul. How is it possible to use the Soul Piece attached to Potter?"

"Severus, at the cost of your death, I almost became Voldemort's Horcrux again."

The Dark Lord has divided himself into too many parts, and the soul is no longer a stable structure.Before he died, he fought back, perhaps because he wanted to kill Snape and turn Harry into a Horcrux again.

He succeeded, but also failed.

What he didn't expect was: this is not a piece of soul, but a fragment containing power.

Snape was silent, looking directly at the handsome black-haired young man with his hands clasped behind his head, as if another war was just another picnic.

The flashing images behind Harry are all memories.

Knowing magic for the first time, having friends for the first time... more is a lot of battles. Severus Snape and Harry were not partners in the usual sense of 'partnership', but a relationship of trust that knew that if something went wrong, there was someone else among the Death Eaters who could mend it.

Even if the suspicious Voldemort would arrange for them to work together on rare occasions, they would frame each other instead, creating the false impression that they didn't have the slightest sympathy.

They are separate from the Death Eaters, and each has a major role to play.

So among the many bloody scenes behind the young man, Snape never knew about those things, and Harry never mentioned them.In places Snape didn't know about, Harry had survived more dangers than he knew.

"Severus, you came in to look for me, there must be a way to pull me out?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Yes." Snape said quietly.

"So, how to do it?"

"—I'm going to give you that link back. Use it to guide you out of the depths of your consciousness." Snape said, looking calmly into those green eyes, "We're going to sever this link, Potter. "

Harry rubbed the pimple on his arm pretendingly, "Don't say it's life and death, Severus. We don't become trusting partners because of this connection."

"We don't trust each other," Snape resented, "I don't trust you and your poor IQ, Potter."

"Okay." Harry laughed.

"I threw it back, and after that, don't talk about 'a lost piece of soul', it makes me sick to my stomach." Snape put on a smirk, and said in a contemptuous tone, "Also, that one The house-elf called Sissy is clearly on par with his master's IQ, and she dared to see me as another master of the Potter estate. Fix that mistake, Potter,"

Harry clicked his tongue and answered after a long while in nausea, "Of course, I'm extremely happy."

House elves have a unique way of identifying their masters. Harry Potter was recognized as the head of the house, so Snape, who was connected with Harry's soul, was of course also the head.

Even if this connection is very slight, like a bit of lint accidentally stuck on the body of someone passing by, it is so weak that even Harry didn't notice it until the failed love potion made him realize that he was eager to get it back Soul, yearning for wholeness and survival—if this incompleteness and Voldemort's damned fragments were the cause of his powerlessness and fatigue.

"Anyway, I'll always wear this," Harry showed off the thin black ring on his wrist, the tiny obsidian in the snake's pupils reflected the light, "If something happens, you'll know, won't you?"

Snape snorted coldly.

Connecting that thread to Harry's 'exit', Snape's figure gradually disappeared from Harry's consciousness.

Harry smiled and waved lightly.

"Thank you," he said, "Thank you, Severus."

And: "—goodbye."

When Harry woke up, he was moved to the Room of Requirement to recuperate, along with Snape, whose injuries were too late for Pomfrey to label as 'recovering well'.

Only Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, Potter, and the rambunctious Sirius Black knew about the two of them.

And Blaise Zabini returned to the lazy state of looking at everyone as if he was seducing, and saying a word as if he was flirting from the moment Harry opened his eyes.

Apart from still not leaving Harry, he didn't show any emotions that transcended boundaries, and Potter didn't think it was a special case to show worry or possessiveness towards his partner, so he didn't mention it to Harry, so Harry didn't notice Blaise's abnormality at all .

There was no communication between Severus Snape and Harry, as if they were just patients who happened to be in the same room and had no connection other than that.

This situation once caused other people to express different degrees of doubts, but when they couldn't ask the answer, they got used to this change.

Only Madam Pomfrey was puzzled by the existence of Blaise Zabini. She was curious about the different attitudes of the young Slytherin who showed great hospitality to little Potter, but now turned a blind eye to the black-haired youth of unknown origin.

Mr. Big Potter has a gentle and rational attitude, and is generally a good and cooperative patient.There was nothing wrong with him other than being slightly ill, except that Dumbledore had not informed the former Madam Pomfrey that he was strictly prohibited from leaving with Snape.

Harry did understand that after Potter came back, he became an existence of unknown origin here, and on Snape's part, it was because Voldemort almost turned the world upside down to find this traitor full of black water and crush him to ashes.It's no secret that some of the students in Slytherin come from the Death Eater family.

In the eyes of the medical witch, Mr. Potter seems to be very fond of Sirius and the little savior, which leads to two noisy visitors coming to the Response Room every now and then, and Blaise, who has a neutral attitude, can play a game with four of them. Playing all kinds of games all day long, especially since the Christmas holiday started, it was even more enjoyable, making Snape feel uneasy, and the desperation in his eyes seemed to be begging Pomfrey to let him out every second.

This led to Snape's repeated attempts to leave the Room of Requirement.

"Severus, I beg you to stop this series of runaways," the medical queen said grimly, burying Snape back under the covers with her own hands, stuffing the smoldering lime-gray potion under his hooked nose.

"Run away from home? Bobby, if you were me, you would call this—survival." Snape growled hoarsely, pushing away the restorative potion that contained a sleeping effect, "My IQ and soul are about to change day by day. Suffering death in the stupid atmosphere of the day!"

On the next bed, Potter, who was currently playing with syrup gobstone, opened his mouth stupidly, ready to receive grape-flavored syrup, but Sirius pushed the little godson away with a smirk, and tasted the syrup and smacked his mouth with satisfaction.The two Gryffindors began to fight.

Judging from Blaise's expression, he undoubtedly agreed with Snape, but he couldn't say it.

"Harry," Little Potter suppressed the screaming Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and whispered into Harry's ear, "Tonight is Christmas Eve, can you come to the party tonight?"

"Sorry." Harry replied apologetically.

Potter was obviously aware of Harry and Snape's 'stay-at-home order', so he didn't get discouraged by it, and added enthusiastically: "So, let's open presents together tomorrow morning?"

Sirius Black struggled to raise his head, so two pairs of shining eyes fixed on Harry.

The black-haired young man laughed, and said hello affirmatively.The godfather and son cheered, as if Harry had promised them a gift.Both of them threw themselves on Harry, but Blaise, who noticed their movement, rushed ahead, and hugged Harry tightly in his arms first, so the two Gryffindors bumped into each other's strong shoulders, grinning. Blaise smirked and tore it off.

After witnessing everything, Snape turned his head in despair and snatched the potion from Pomfrey's hand, "I'd rather sleep forever than watch Slytherin degenerate." He drank it down.

Harry caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and then returned to the next round of gags.