Polaris

The rain that had been brewing outside the window for a whole day finally fell. The dense raindrops hit the window, and the winding water marks slid down the transparent glass. Mixed with the fragrance of wood spreading in the air, the humid air in the house is dyed with temperature, making it appear humid and ambiguous.

Poloris struggled to catch her breath. She felt her head was about to explode. The last thing she saw was the fading lake outside Hogwarts. The familiar chill on her back after Cruciatus stopped frightened her. , something in the chaotic darkness is dragging her deeper into the darkness, she can hear everything but see nothing, she can hear Snape scolding Sirius, she wants to speak but her body won't listen , so she began to wrestle with unknown forces in the darkness, and time became blurred in the darkness. She could only instinctively respond to external stimuli, including that long-awaited call, whenever she wanted to do something. When responding, there will always be a stronger force in the darkness to drag her down, but fortunately with Tom's help, the wine drove away the darkness and cold, and when she could see things clearly, what caught her eyes was the familiar Her obsidian eyes, she never thought that she would see such fiery emotions in those silent eyes.The lingering kiss seemed to confirm her existence, she tried to respond, but got a more violent answer, the oxygen was being drawn away, and he stopped when she thought she would suffocate.

"Good morning, Ionios." A low, velvety voice sounded in her ears, and she chuckled as she glanced at the rainy sky outside the window.

"Good morning, Severus." The nightmare was over, the lightning outside the house pierced the darkness, and then the thunder roared, and the violent rain hit the ground hazyly creating smoke, and the cold air pierced through her body, and she flinched shoulders, the groggy feeling came up again in his mind, how strong is the wine Tom gave?She closed her eyes forcefully and then opened them again. In front of her eyes were Snape's blurry shoulders. The warm breath surrounding her was comfortable and nostalgic. She hadn't had a real rest for too long. She thought about it and relaxed her body. On Snape's exposed chest. "Although good morning, I'm so sleepy, I'm sorry." She said dreamily and let her consciousness slide into the darkness, this time there would be no danger, she tightened her arms and slipped into the long-lost sleep.

Snape looked down at Poloris who was holding him and fell asleep, her pale face was no longer cold, and his familiar peaceful smile was on her pale lips, he felt relieved When he got down, sleepiness surged up from the bottom of his heart, he took a few steps back and fell on the bed, the sound of crackling rain became the best lullaby, his consciousness gradually pulled away, he pulled the quilt at the foot of the bed and put it on the bed between the two. I fell into a peaceful sleep.The swaying wind and rain outside the window can't shake the warmth inside the house. The densely slanted rain curtains isolate the house into an isolated island. The sky is getting darker and darker, and no one cares when the sound of rain stops.

It was dawn when Snape woke up again, and the cool feeling on his body was gone. He opened his eyes suddenly, and turned to see Poloris's snow-white back. She was sitting at the desk, her too long curly hair covered Moved to one side, the end of the pure black quill protruding from her shoulder shook slightly. He walked over quietly and saw her beautiful cursive characters neatly arranged on the paper. mood got worse.

"Are you going back?" He stood beside Poloris, with one hand propped on the mahogany table. Whether it was intentional or not, his bony hand pressed the parchment letter.As if taken aback, he saw Poloris' thin shoulders flinch slightly, she was still too thin, Snape thought to himself.

"It's not yet 06:30, sir." She stopped writing, looked up at him, her beautiful gray-green eyes looked peaceful and warm, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, which could be seen She was in a good mood, seeing that he didn't talk to her, she tapped the parchment on the table as if thinking about how to answer. "I haven't seen each other for almost two months. Syl doesn't know what's going on. I have to let him know that I'm fine."

"If he was really worried about you, he wouldn't let you get hurt one after another." Snape snorted coldly, didn't Sirius hurt her enough, why didn't she seem to blame him at all?

"That was an accident." Poloris replied softly, she lowered her head and finished the letter, and finally happily signed two capital letters 'IO' on the signature. "I ran over to block the crystal ball. This time Bella was a sneak attack. Why do you always blame Syl?" She gently put the quill back on the pen holder, pressing Snape on the ground one by one with her slender fingers. The finger on the letter moves away.Folding the letter gently and putting it in the prepared envelope, she tilted her head and thought about it. "Searle, I want a lollipop." She kissed the envelope, and Black's crest appeared on the seal.

"There are no owls in Spider's End that can fly to Black's house." Snape looked at the letter in her hand and curled his lips in dissatisfaction. Poloris blinked at him, and then laughed.

"I'll think you're jealous of Searle if you do this, Severus." Snape's face darkened, and before he could answer, he saw Poloris lightly flick the gemstone on the ring on his left hand, the emerald green The light shot out from the ring, and it didn't take long for him to see the familiar golden eagle squatting at the window and looking at him with its head tilted. "Long time no see, Hermes." Poloris stood up and opened the window, and the snow-white golden eagle jumped in, and landed on Snape's shoulder under Poloris' gentle gaze. "How did you buy him?"

"He likes the dregs of palliatives." Snape looked away.

"The palliative?" Poloris looked back and forth between Snape and Hermes. She remembered the palliative that Snape had boiled for her for two years. When Hermes started sending letters, he no longer boiled medicine, so where did he get so much medicine residue to feed Hermes?Unless he was playing when he was bored, and imagined Snape was bored, Poloris thought that was something less likely than Tom showing up at the Yule Ball and asking her to dance. "Hermes, send it to Syl." She lifted the letter up, the golden eagle bit the letter and flapped its wings and disappeared, her hand stopped for a moment, Snape watched her reach out and brush him suspiciously Next to his ear, the cool touch made him move unconsciously. "Feather." Poloris withdrew her hand, and a snow-white feather was turned in a pattern by her slender fingers in her hand. "Sill is feeding him strange things again while I'm away." She flicked her fingers, and the feather fell on the table. A strange thought flashed through her mind. She looked at Snape with uncertainty in her eyes.

"What do you want to say?" Snape's spine was numb from her look, and his body that was half leaning on the table leaned back.

"I was thinking..." Poloris leaned against him, her gray-green eyes unblinking. "Couldn't you be brewing a palliative to kill time when you're thinking of me, Severus." The almost certain tone made Snape groan inwardly, but he had no time to think about it, he Looking at Poloris's lips so close, I remembered the cold and soft touch in my mind.

"Gibberish," he whispered, and he leaned forward a little bit, dizzy as the air from Poloris' chuckle brushed against his cheek. "Is this the wild guess that Blake taught you?"

"Maybe you'd like to teach me how to make a correct guess, Professor?" Poloris looked a little innocent, her hand on the table slowly approached his, and her cold fingers tapped his The light and slow tap on the back of the hand seemed to tap on his heart, bringing out a burst of confusing emotions.

"I'll take good care of her, Miss Black." Snape looked at her with a straight face, and he raised his right hand to pinch her chin. "But before that..." An annoying knock on the door downstairs interrupted him, Snape clearly heard the sound of veins popping out of his forehead, and after seeing the triumphant smile on Poloris' face, he found the culprit culprit. "Are you okay?" No need to think too much, it was definitely that bastard Sirius Black who knocked on the door downstairs.

"Hermes flies very fast, sir." Poloris smiled innocently, and she tiptoed to kiss him on the lips before turning and running downstairs, Snape's upraised hand brushed past him. Lips, his face looks even more gloomy, one day he will kill that stupid dog, he swears.

Poloris ran downstairs, she opened the door, and outside the door was Sirius who looked a bit embarrassed. His beard had reappeared after not seeing him for almost two months. After seeing the tangled curly hair, she felt a little bit The urge to let Kreacher drag him into the bathroom to brush.

"Io, are you alright?" Sirius didn't rush in immediately, his dark gray eyes looked up and down Poloris with excitement.

"Definitely better than you." She looked at Sirius' hair in disgust. "Didn't you know Muggles wear helmets on motorcycles?"

"That's not important." Sirius stepped forward and hugged her fiercely. "The important thing is that you're fine." He hugged Poloris and turned around happily twice, as if he wanted to shake off all the unhappiness of the past two months. "You know, when you just woke up, you hung me on the porch and didn't let me hug you." He stopped and looked at Poloris aggrievedly. "You still hit me with a pillow, obviously the snot man has a part, but you only hit me with a pillow..."

"That's because you're too noisy." Snape had already changed his shirt and came down the stairs. He looked at Sirius holding Poloris and felt a little annoyed.

"What, you want to call back?" Poloris held down Sirius who was about to open his mouth to fight back, and she didn't remember at all.

"Of course not." Sirius bent down and pointed to his left cheek. "It's here." Poloris looked at him helplessly, and she leaned over and kissed him lightly.

"Okay?" She tilted her head to look at him, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Snape's displeasure just coming down the stairs.

"And here." Sirius pointed to his forehead again.

"Brother, what I threw was a pillow, not a quilt, right?" She raised her hand and tugged at his cheek, interrupting his coquettishness.

"It fell from the beam." Sirius replied confidently, Snape snorted coldly, Sirius turned his head to stare at him, he reached out and hugged Poloris tightly and pulled her out of the house come out. "Io, let's go home. I just made a reservation for next week's Quidditch World Cup. Let's go together to celebrate your recovery." Before he could answer, he pulled Poloris to Apparate, and saw Looking more like snatching people away, Snape looked at the distant smoke and dust with a dark face, and after the smoke and dust disappeared into the sky, he slammed the door shut.