[HP]Two Snape

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Harry had a dream.

Very strange, that dream.Everything is so familiar, but he shouldn't be familiar with everything.In the dream, he was a little taller, and then... he had a godfather, a godfather who betrayed his parents.

But before he had time to feel sad, in the dream, his godfather became an innocent scapegoat again.

And then... his Defense Against the Dark Arts professor turned into a werewolf.

Then, a familiar person blocked himself and Hermione Ron with an absolute protective gesture.

The dream was so real, Harry could even feel himself clutching the black robe of the man in front of him nervously.

Pounding heartbeat in panic.

The person in front of him firmly protected him.

He knew who that man was, Severus Snape, the potions master he hated and feared the most.

The last scene of the dream ended in the animalized form of the werewolf professor and the godfather of the big dog.

Harry woke up with a start and sat up in bed, gasping for breath.

He raised his head, but met a pair of sleepy eyes that were obviously awakened from a dream.

"Snape...Professor?" Harry seemed not fully awake from the dream.

"Huh?" Snape responded.Damn it, he just fell asleep sitting up like this.

"You... why are you here?" Harry was a little puzzled.

"..." Snape's face was a little bad, how did he know!He, he, who stipulated that he must explain?Oh, he's the professor he's the biggest, yes, he doesn't need an explanation.

Lord Snake King stood up without saying a word, and was about to leave.

However, it was obvious that Snape hadn't considered the physiological characteristics of people. Simply put, his legs were numb, but it was fine, and Harry's next sentence helped him out.

At least temporarily, he can just sit or stand without walking.

Harry asked, "Professor Snape, do I have a... er, big dog godfather who turns into a man?"

"Where did you know that?" Snape suppressed his restlessness and tried to keep his tone as steady as possible.

"I just..." Harry scratched his head shyly, "I had a dream."

"Dream?"

"Yeah, but this dream feels so real! Like last time, I dreamed that there was a magical room on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, and then... I really found it!"

"What else did you dream about?" Snape thought for a while, that is to say...Harry doesn't have a complete memory now?

Just dreaming of memory fragments?

"The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts... was transformed from a werewolf?" The uncle werewolf is quite handsome...

"Why... can't you think that it's people turning into dogs and people turning into werewolves?" Snape was a little speechless at Harry's logic.

"I don't know." Harry shook his head, "Professor, that, you protected me in my dream... Thank you."

"..." Snape was stunned for a moment, oh yes, he had forgotten about this, after all, protecting Potter has long been his habit?

It seems that everything becomes so easy to say because there is no too bright light in the day at night, maybe it is because the two people who are not so formally dressed (actually only Harry) don’t have to talk so much... Respect the teacher?

Anyway, facing Snape now, Harry felt much more natural.

But Snape didn't know how to answer. After all, this was a dream of Harry's, not his personal experience. So, should he accept Harry's thanks because of Harry's dream?Weird, isn't it?

Sure enough, Harry shook his head after a while, "Oh yes, this is a dream." There was a bit of disappointment in Harry's tone.

"...Maybe not?" Snape said suddenly.

"What?" Harry didn't understand.

"Nothing." Snape turned his face away. "Go to bed quickly."

"Oh." Harry lay down and shrank into the quilt, "Professor Snape, I thought...you hated me."

Snape stopped, didn't know what to say, remained silent for a long time, and could only say "no" in a stiff tone.

"That would be great," Harry muttered under his breath.Then just like in that dream, provide him with the warmest and firmest shoulders and back.

The feeling of that dream is not like a prediction, but like a memory, as if everything is taken for granted like a memory.

But, obviously nothing happened yet.

Harry fell asleep again.

Snape went back.

In the dream, Harry saw Snape again, and a much older version of himself.

Oh, so, did my grown-up self live with Professor Snape?Harry saw himself and Snape sitting at the table having breakfast.

It turns out that I can cook so many dishes... Harry suddenly felt a little hungry.

But it seems... the atmosphere is not very good?

Many scenes were just flashes, and Harry shook his head, only to realize that he was nowhere again, and it was pitch black.

In the darkness, only someone's heavy breathing was heard.

The door opened with a "bang", and Harry saw that familiar face that seemed to be more mature with a bit of disbelief, a bit of unwillingness, and a bit of loneliness, and then...

A faint glow in fluorescent flashes.

Harry held his breath, and saw the first uncensored high-definition film of his life, starring... Merlin, his grown-up self and... and Snape!

Harry woke up again, his little face burning hot.

Oh, it's dawn, Harry blushed and looked around, fortunately, no one else was there.

Merlin's socks, why was he dreaming about them?It's really embarrassing to see people... Today's first class is Potions class!

Harry's face could boil an egg!

But someone still wants to show up to take advantage of the fire... Ah bah, add fuel to the fire?

"Huh... Potter?" Came a hesitant greeting from behind, "The headmaster asked me to bring you breakfast. Besides, if you're not feeling well, you can still rest today..."

"Ah, no need, I... I'm going to class!" Harry interrupted Snape, pulled on his wizard robes and hurried out of the hospital wing.

Madam Pomfrey came out of the school nurse's duty room yawning, "Oh, Harry is recovering well, it's nice to be young...so full of energy!"

"Bobby."

"uh-huh?"

"...don't talk like the old bee."

"whispering sound!"

Now, it's only seven o'clock, half an hour before the official wake-up time of the little animals, and one and a half hours before the first class starts, which class is Harry going to?

Harry pursed his lips, and he hadn't even washed himself yet, so he ran out in such a hurry...

Harry rubbed his unruly and unruly hair, pressed it, and seeing that it was still the same, he gave up...

Now there seems to be only one place he can go and is willing to go.

Gryffindor Tower, his warm dormitory!

So, Harry ran back half an hour before getting up and woke up a brother in a dormitory...

His dear Gryffindor roommates also "pleasantly" welcomed Harry with flying pillows.

Then, the lion cub and Harry in the same dormitory went to wash up together with their heads full of feathers.

"Harry, is Peanut stupid?" Harry, what happened to you?

While brushing his teeth, Ron communicated with Harry, "What's the matter? Get it back?" Why did you come back so early?

"I...it's nothing. I'll be back when I'm healthy. Are you going to occupy my bed and let me live in the medical wing forever?" Harry buried his face in the hot towel.

"Hey, I can put a full set of Quidditch models on your bed..." Seamus, who was also washing his face, laughed unjustly.

"You're dreaming!" Harry PP bumped to the side, and Seamus smiled and exaggerated to the side.

Amidst the laughter, Harry let out a long breath, right, right, this is normal... the daily life of teenagers.

The ones in the dream... oh well, did he really grow up?

In the lobby, a sumptuous breakfast has been prepared, just waiting for the children to eat these delicacies.

But apparently, someone has little appetite for these breakfasts.

Harry used a fork to scratch the pineapple bun in front of him, smashing the meringue on the surface, but he didn't intend to eat it with a fork.

His eyes wandered, looking at the beautiful stained glass windows of Hogwarts for a while, and pretending to glance at someone on the professor's bench for a while.

It's a pity that it's Snape who is sitting on the professor's chair now, and he's still busy with the head of the first year of Slytherin - Draco, who flirts with Snape.

Snape didn't even notice the "casual" glances from the Gryffindor table.

Harry couldn't help sighing, Merlin, what was he thinking?

"Harry. Harry? Harry!" Hermione saw that Harry didn't respond after calling Harry several times, so she simply picked up the book at hand—note, it was Hermione who picked the book=thick+heavy, smashed it go up.

Harry finally came to his senses and cried out in pain, "Hermione, why did you hit me?"

"I read it in a book. According to the Easterners, this is called calling the soul." Hermione explained seriously, "Harry, I found that you have been very strange these two days!"

"Huh?" Harry played dumb, showing that he didn't know anything.

"First you distanced yourself from Ron and me for no reason, then you and Mr. Malfoy from Slytherin started to go in and out together, and then your two magical powers increased dramatically, and now you finally came out of the medical wing, and you started to lose your mind again..." Hermione Start listing them one by one for Harry.

As soon as Hermione mentioned Malfoy, Ron, who had always been at odds with Draco, glared at Harry, "Yeah, Harry, what's the matter with you?"

"Uh, there's...a reason for that!" Harry stammered.

"what reason?"

"what reason?"

Hermione and Ron asked in unison.

The recent abnormal behavior of my friend is really puzzling, and it is no wonder that the two little lions are attacking. Children are most sensitive to sudden alienation.

"Because...because...because Draco told me about an interesting place, we went on an adventure together...and...and then, just, uh, Draco isn't bad, really. Just shy .”

"What interesting place?"

"Malfoy shy?"

Hermione and Ron's focus is completely different...

Obviously, though, Ron was the one who was easily led off topic.

Ron and Hermione looked at each other and turned their heads.

"We're going to that fun place too!"

Harry: "Huh?"