[HP]Two Snape

The air was filled with the smell of various snacks, which was really torture for Snape at the moment.

Subconsciously, Snape walked towards the place where he could calm down the most.

Slug & Giggs Pharmacy.

This is paradise.

How wonderful is the slightly bitter taste of white mugwort in the air. There is a shelf of potion ingredients neatly arranged, according to the properties of the medicine, and a row of commonly used potion ingredients arranged according to the color depth. Look at it from black to...

Two balls of red hair?

Snape approached calmly.

"Fred, do you think that if you take the root of the vine...can you stimulate the side effects of the cold medicine and use it as the water of life and death?"

"No, although the root of Fujixuan can act as a catalyst...but it is unstable. If the crucible is blown up, the movement will be too loud...it will be discovered."

Snape: "..."

George picked up the catkins on the side, "What about this? I remember that when it is smashed with paraffin, there will be a hypnotic gas."

"But gas is not easy to store..."

Snape frowned, what did these two guys put in the potion!Paraffin for pounding?really...

However, she is very talented, maybe... there will be a breakthrough, right?Who knows?

"The cinnabar leaf is flying." The cinnabar leaf, which matches the hair color of the twins very well, knocked away the two red-haired heads with a very powerful force.

George and Fred, who were squatting and already had an unstable foot, fell very ugly.

Snape didn't say anything, just squinted at the two people who were rubbing PP with unclear meaning.

When George and Fred looked up, they only saw Snape's iconic big black robe.

The two shuddered at the same time, hey, something seems wrong?

Of course, what's wrong is not what the two of them can figure out now...

That night, Snape met Harry who had a good chat with the owner of Lihen Bookstore at a small bookstall by the roadside.

As for the Peacock Lockhart who was holding snacks and drinks on the side, it can be ignored for the time being... right?

If you ignore the hospitality on that face.

Snape felt a violent sense of food being coveted.

Lockhart felt the cold resentment... Ah bah, it was a cold threat, but when he looked back, he could only see a big black robe rolling away. As for his little ally... Sorry, roll And the big black robe that went away covered it up.

Still, who cares?Lockhart continued to approach the boss with a rascally smile on his face.

Snape was suffocating, he didn't want to say anything, and he didn't know what to say, Harry, after all, he was a little afraid of this moody (Snape: ahhh!) and gloomy professor, although he didn't know why recently. I'm so... weird?Well, he likes the weirdness.

only……

Harry looked up, but the atmosphere was... awkward!

Professor, you have to say something...

Snape, who was sulking alone, walked a little faster, Harry's current height...Harry, who had trotted for half a street, finally couldn't help it, took two big strides, and grabbed Snape's hand .

Snape didn't react at first, he was going to move forward inertially, but Harry staggered and bumped into Snape's lower back.

Harry let out a short cry, grabbing Snape's hand tightly.

"Uh……"

"you……"

The two wanted to say something at the same time, but stopped at the same time.

The warm evening wind is disturbing the shadows of the trees, and the setting sun dyes a large area of ​​the sky red, the light is neither bright nor dim, the warm orange halo softens the edges and corners, and blurs the camouflage.

Snape shook his cold hand, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded subconsciously.

Everything seemed to be natural again, as it should have been, Snape held Harry's hand, finally slowed down, and walked towards Privet Drive.

The shadows of the two, stretched very long by the setting sun, overlapped together, making it impossible to distinguish between you and me, it seems that they have already merged and elongated thinly, they still have many, many, many futures.

Harry was escorted to the door by Snape.

At this moment, it seemed that the beautiful atmosphere in front of him was awakened by a snap of his fingers, and Harry suddenly realized where the heat on his hands came from.

Pulling his hand back unnaturally, Harry turned his head away, not daring to look at Snape's expression.

Oh no, maybe this is just... just a way for the elders to express their love for their children?Well, though he didn't know why Snape was suddenly... so kind?Oh no no no, he doesn't like this, he doesn't like this kind of so-called love from the elders.

He would be very happy with this kind of treatment from Professor McGonagall, or Principal Dumbledore, or perhaps the Dursleys who treated him like this at all, but if it was the man in front of him...

Harry was surprised to find that he was not satisfied with the so-called "love".

To be precise, it is not this kind of treatment defined by status and age, but... an exclusive, unique thing that allows him to monopolize it.

Harry longed to have something of his own.

Just Harry's.

Everything from a young age is what Petunia and Vernon called their "benevolent charity". A letter of admission is due to their status as a wizard, their parents' inheritance is obtained suddenly, everything in the wizarding world, and everything in the Muggle world. All, the former he got too quickly, and everything was based on the wizard status he didn't know why he had, while the latter he had experienced too much, subconsciously afraid that all this would follow him forever.

Life in the wizarding world, for now, made him feel very happy, compared with his childhood.

But all of this is based on the fact that he is a wizard, a descendant of a hero who defeated that person when he was a baby, and whose parents both died for the war...

Then if he doesn't have the above identity...

Would he lose them all at once?

Harry felt that the happy days were too sudden and without warning, like a prank, someone might jump out at any time to wake you up, telling him that everything was just a dream, and when he woke up, he still had to go back to the bowl under the stairs in the closet.

Harry was insecure, he craved it, but he was always self-doubting.

Intuitively, he knew that Snape treated him differently than Dumbledore McGonagall treated him.

In Snape, he found that Just Harry's feeling, not because he was the savior, the offspring of heroes and martyrs...

It's just that he was afraid of losing, so, like a little beast that was too vigilant after being injured, he whimpered and anxiously tried to inquire...

"You... rest early, I will pick you up to the platform tomorrow." Snape said dryly.

"Okay, Professor." Harry nodded obediently, a little nervous, a little apprehensive, and his hands were trembling slightly under obvious circumstances.

"Professor..." Harry pulled Snape down, and tiptoed to press a kiss on Snape's cheek.

"Thank you for taking me shopping." After Harry finished speaking, he took out the key from his pocket and ran in.

"..." Snape's mind went blank.

Why... there is only one big purchase in a semester?

The author has something to say: motherfucker...it's so sad to post two thousand words...but I'm so sleepy...there's still one thousand words I can't write roughly to provoke...

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