Trouble with hp love at first sight

"Why should I be part of his family?" Harry frowned.

Snape sneered back, "Because you are?"

Harry stared at Snape dumbfounded, completely unaware that he was so imaginative about him.

Well, now his last name was Potter and he knew James, so Severus figured he was James's—cousin?

Harry wasn't sure if the old Potter had brothers, but he believed that Snape must have known more about the Potter family tree than he did.

"Don't change the subject!" Harry waved away the various members of the Potter family in his mind - that had nothing to do with him, "I have nothing to do with James now, I want to tell you this."

Harry said as he reached out to grab Snape's hand, but failed, but he grabbed his sleeve anyway, and he took the hand quickly before Snape could pull it back.

He wanted to convey his thoughts to the stubborn young man in front of him.

"They are killing innocent people indiscriminately. Think about the pain they caused, how many people lost their homes and loved ones because of them..."

Snape withdrew his hand, and he looked at the young man who was still acting stupid, "As you can see, I am one of them."

"The things you said seem to me to be the necessary sacrifices to realize the utopia of the Duke of Darkness, and the necessary bloodshed. The only pity is that the ignorant people chose the wrong camp." Snape said coldly.

"Severus!" Harry snapped the young man's name, he closed his eyes and opened them again, his face was more serious than ever, "You know that the Dark Lord is ordering Fenrir to bite the children of families who disagree with him Did you know that's how Remus Lupine became a werewolf?"

"That's none of my business." Snape's face remained unchanged, he snorted contemptuously, "I'm only disappointed that Dumbledore let a werewolf study at Hogwarts."

Apparently he still resented that Lupine almost bit him, and it made him resentful to mention Lupine even now.

"Then you—" Snape looked down at the dazed Harry, he moved his jaw, and finally wiped Harry's cheek with his fingers, it was so soft and warm, like a newly bloomed rose petal.

"He really is a person with too much sympathy." To have such a naive view of a Death Eater like him.

"No, I know you're different from them." Harry turned his head away, missing the hand.

He took a deep breath, turned around again, and stared at the stubborn young man in front of him through the lenses, "I also know that I can't convince you now."

Each of Snape's negations cut a hole in his heart, clearly the man was on their side, he had helped him so much.

Snape hadn't gone all in the dark, he was different from those Death Eaters in Bella Fenrir.

A cloud of melancholy clouded his emerald-green eyes.

"But I still believe in you, you will change, Severus." Harry took Snape's hand again, and the eyes under the lens burst out with a strange brilliance, like a sparkling jewel People are amazed.

Even if he is so naive and stubborn, this emotion is so sincere that he can't look away and give up looking at such a pair of beautiful eyes.

How could he be so cute that people couldn't help but want to imprison him, and he didn't want others to notice that there was such a radiant person in this world.

The possessiveness in Snape's heart was growing rapidly again, and the devil whispered in his ear, and he held the hand back.

"How long are you going to stand here?" he said, pulling Harry into the room.

He was sure Daniel had used a spell to make him look normal, but the spell didn't really help him, the potion was all he needed.

Here it comes in?

Harry blinked in disbelief, he saw the three steaming cauldrons, and there was an indescribable smell in the air, slightly pungent, not pleasant but bearable.

"What kind of potion are you brewing?" Harry looked curiously at the color in the cauldron. It was so green that it was disgusting, and it looked ominously like an Unforgivable Curse.

"A potion that is beyond your reach," Snape said tactfully.

"You are not yet a master of potions." Harry, who was sitting on the single bed with his shoulders pressed, suddenly said, "And you must not be the only pharmacist among the Death Eaters."

Snape looked coldly at the foolish Potter who was still trying to convince him.

"Severus." Harry grabbed Snape's sleeve, looking at him imploringly.

Like a poor dog with drooping ears, Snape frowned at this association, "I'll get you the detumescence potion." He said, leaving his hand and walking to the storage cabinet, and took out a new one from it. Prepared newly added commonly used agents.

"Can you not turn in the potion for this mission?" Harry continued his persuasion, his eyes were fixed on Snape, watching the expression on his face, but he couldn't see through Snape— — This bastard is so well in control of his expression that he doesn't show any emotion at all.

"You'll become a master of potions, which will take you to the next level, and you can get anything you want, even if you don't make the potion they asked for this time. — just for me."

"You're so sure I'll be a master of potions." Snape bent down and bit Harry's ear, he unscrewed the bottle cap, and rubbed his finger with the potion on his swollen Adam's apple.

"You will, I believe you." Harry nodded, his cheeks flushed rapidly under the gaze of those black eyes, he endured his shame, unbuttoned his home clothes, and turned his head Step aside, unwilling to look at the pair of eyes staring at him.

He knew his chest must be full of annoying marks.

"But Daniel," Snape carefully applied the potion to the inflamed bite marks, his fingers caressing as if touching a masterpiece.

"People's hearts are often too greedy. No one wants to do multiple-choice questions unless it is a multiple-choice question."

Harry lost all hope now, the flush on his face faded, and his complexion was as pale as the snot-nosed man in front of him.

Snape, who had been watching Harry all the time, naturally understood the young man's thoughts - it was all written on his face, even his annoyance and anger were so delicious.

To want to bully him even more, to make him completely irresistible so that he lowers his ego-filled head and submits to him.

"Lie down." He ordered, restraining the desire to growl in his heart, more and more like a bottomless abyss.

How to carry such a variety of primitive desires that continue to breed—just let it out.

Snape watched with pleasure as his young man complied, lying defenseless on the single bed.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything, just apply medicine - you need this, don't you?" He pursed his lips.

He couldn't stop Snape.

He watched the young man complete those potions with his own eyes. He didn't know the specific functions of those potions—but he knew that they would be used in the struggle against the Order of the Phoenix. The darkness contributes a shadow.

Snape was the executioner, so he was the blind accomplice.

"Why do you admire Tom Riddle so much?" Harry couldn't understand, he looked at the majestic rain outside the window and muttered to himself.

The Snape he was familiar with, his Potions professor didn't have those fanaticism in his eyes, he was always so calm and rational that he even stripped the illusion of emotion.

He also couldn't imagine Snape having an over-the-top relationship with someone.

And whether he has changed history now - obviously he shouldn't do that.

The price of going back to the past is not being able to make changes, just like the time theory that Dumbledore told him when he first used the time-turner in third year.

You can't change, you can't see yourself.What happened in the past is an established fact and no one can change it.

That's why he deliberately pays attention not to be noticed by people of this era so as to affect him in the future.

He couldn't see James and Lily or anyone he knew, but—he got to know Snape the first night and had sex with him.

Merlin's collection of wrong questions!It had been so wrong from the start, wouldn't he cause Snape to be on the wrong side and thus never be a good guy?

No, he should believe him, even though he looked like a bad guy, he still knew what Snape was like.

At least this old bastard is really kind to him, he has been protecting him, this protection is still not asking for anything in return.

Tsk, it's much better than it is now.

What is the reason why such a careless and ambitious young man became such a good old man who is willing to devote his life in obscurity without being noticed?

"You haven't figured it out yet?" Snape turned his pensive face away.

Harry unexpectedly met the dusty face. His body was still damp from the rain, and the half-length hair next to his cheek was wet from the rain.

"You're back." That means the medicine has arrived.

Harry watched as Snape took off his cloak; he hadn't been exposed to the rain, except that his exposed hair was slightly damp.

His eyes were glued to the cloak, there was obviously no blood there, but he still vaguely felt that he saw blood red.

Maybe at some point, somewhere, there was a river of blood.

Those howls of grief were all locked into his mind.

It's all his fault.

"You haven't done any work these days." Snape was in a very happy mood. He met Lucius Malfoy, and his introducer praised his work very much.

This may mean that he can go further.

"Have you figured out how to pay your living expenses?" He stared at the saintly Daniel in front of him with great interest.

His eyes lingered on the slender neck, he took Harry's hand, rubbed the back of his hand meaningfully, and then lifted his arm up.

He lowered his head and took that hand and kissed it, breathing hot air on Harry's palm.

This caused Harry to meet the black eyes that dragged him into the center of the vortex as soon as he lowered his head.

He took a deep breath—it was the black devil who was tempting him to fall.