Trouble with hp love at first sight

C.9

Snape wanted to push Potter back, but when he stood up in a rage, a sudden dizziness sent him collapsing, damn Potter's moves were worthy of his years of Gryffindor's golden Seeker title, he held him up quickly—to keep him from falling, in an unseemly way.

"Who do you think you are?" Snape glared angrily at the face that was close at hand.

"I'm sorry." Harry let go, his mouth pursed, his shoulders slumped, guilt written all over his face with frustrated ears flopping down.

"I just want to make you feel better - don't have to be stuck in the bad things in the past, if you want to vent, you can look at my face and treat me as Daniel." His face Anticipation emerged again, "And I do owe you." It was as if he wanted to make up for it.

"I suggest you go to St. Mungo's to have a look at the brain department." Snape snorted, "Perhaps the price you paid for surviving the death curse is your IQ - which caused your urgent need. It looks like a potion of wisdom."

Harry laughed at the taunt, "Oh, Severus."

"I'm glad to see you like this." There was nostalgia in his eyes, "Please don't reject me—at least Alexis entrusted you to me, and you can't make her worry so much that she can't even take the final exam Come on."

"You don't need to worry about that." Snape said indifferently, almost picked up the fork on the table and threw it at the shameless Potter.

His business has never had anything to do with the Potter pup.

Maybe he had some dark thoughts in the past when he looked at that almost identical face, but he never crossed that line, and he will not still have such immoral thoughts until now.

Little Potter was not the one who owed him, and he had no intention of repaying his debt with someone else.

"Now you are my responsibility," said Harry, pulling out Snape's potion of the day from his pocket. "Take the potion half an hour after meals, and then you should go to sleep. There is no potion research, No academic books - if you're really bored, I can bring you some joke magazines."

"I'll stay here today, and I'll help you take a bath." He checked the time as he spoke, and found that half an hour had passed, so he unscrewed the potion in his hand and handed it to Snape.

Snape stared at the potion set before him - a portent of his misfortune for the day.

An angry look appeared on the face that was pale and pale due to recovering from a serious illness, and it quickly disappeared.He recovered his expressionless face and took the bottle of potion.

It's only today, tomorrow he will seal the fireplace!

He attacked too much today, too much would cause the old bastard to rebound to the point where he might be shut down for a while.

After finishing dinner, Harry put the apron on his body aside. He stroked his chin and thought for a while, sighing regretfully that he couldn't give Severus a bath.

Enough is enough for today, there is no rush - he needs to disarm the old bastard with as many thorns as a cactus, and it would be better if he can get used to him.

"Maybe I should cover up my scar," Harry said to himself.

It would be a good idea - maybe Severus would be able to see him as Daniel in a trance, which would happen more and more as he came into his life.

After Harry made up his mind, he waved his wand and cleaned up the kitchen. He wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen.

"What are you paying attention to?" Snape found this mutated Potter with a troll face was still in his house when he went down the stairs, his face couldn't help but gloomy.

"I should go." Harry looked up. "I put dinner on the table and a book of jokes - maybe you'll like it. Pleasure helps with recovery. That's what the therapist suggested, but he didn't advise you. Take a euphoria. So read a joke book if you're bored."

"Alexis made an appointment with a therapist for you, and I'll pick you up tomorrow morning and cook for you." He finished and then paused. "Good night, Severus, then." He said selfishly Reading the name of the person he loves makes his tongue collide with his lips and teeth several times, making this name like the initial letter S, which is lingering.

Snape stared at the troublesome boy until his back disappeared into the fireplace, then he let go of his clenched hand and coughed in front of his mouth.

He walked slowly to the restaurant.

He was alone again, and only someone as loud as Potter could make so much noise—and a kind of warmth, too.

But they are different, Daniel and Harry.They were so damn similar - so little Potter, so stupid, and so purely stupid that he resembled his uncle.

The same stubborn and bright.

If you get close for a long time, if you don't break his wings, you will be scalded. —No, Daniel is much more docile.

Don't be fooled by that illusion, if he was really docile, he wouldn't have abandoned him. It's been 16 years since he left, and there is no news until now, as if such a person never existed in this world.

So cruel and indifferent.Potter really wasn't like him, he was too zealous for the Father to sacrifice himself - which he did, in fact.

Snape remembered the last battle, when he passed out from the poison of the snake, what happened to the boy, he faced the Dark Lord alone, and was hit by the killing curse calmly.

Like a script written by fate, Potter resolutely died, and in the end he survived.

If Daniel hadn't been pregnant, he was so worried about the Potters, and he had a sense of responsibility in his blood—he would have rushed to Godric's Hollow to face the Dark Lord, and he would have died as well.

They are the same, so alike.

"Good morning, Severus." When Harry got out of the fireplace, he found that Snape, who needed him to prepare breakfast, was already sitting at the dining table, drinking coffee and reading the Daily Prophet.

"You're late," Snape said coldly.

In front of him was a plate of half-eaten sandwiches, obviously made by himself.

"I'm sorry." Harry said awkwardly, "I didn't sleep well, I woke up a little late."

He was so excited that he stayed up all night, thinking about how to take down Snape - and got up late!

"It's still a little free before the appointment time," Harry looked at the time, and he walked to the dining table - he found Snape sitting on the chair he was used to, so he had to change it and sit on Snape. Opposite Nepe.

"Severus," he began.

"I never gave you permission to call me by my Christian name." Snape moved his lips, not even looking at the overly familiar boy who thought his home was his own.

"If the therapist says you're in good health - then please consider going back to Hogwarts, Professor." Harry changed his address, "We - and the Slytherins, they're all waiting for you to go back."

Snape took a sip of his coffee, and he cast a cold glance at the boy who had changed his tactics. If Potter hadn't had such a long paragraph yesterday - then his seemingly reasonable words today might not have been so calculated.

And he didn't think Potter was really selfless.

Porter's move, however, was indeed a success.Although he doesn't care about others or so many students, he can even accept not being a teacher in the future.

But he wasn't really thinking about it—Alexis was supposed to be back in England, she'd be sitting at the Slytherin table in September—or Gryffindor, he doubted very much. Such a bad possibility.

So why did he refuse to go back to Hogwarts like this, he always had to think about the child who owed him so many years, and have a bright future for her.

And Potter, he thought enough about his life, it was time to wean him!