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"Wait, now?"

Harry was pulled towards the center of the room, he was still dazed, it was hard to imagine what he had just promised!After the head fever, the rationality returned.He is only 15 years old!And Severus - Harry glanced at the dark-haired boy beside him, well he's only 15 years old!

They are actually going to get married!

He never thought that one day he would marry Snape - certainly not his Potions professor!Even if he will die in the next second, he will definitely not!

"Are you repenting?" Snape raised Harry's hand, took his hand and the wand in his hand and muttered the Levitation Charm, and moved the surrounding tables and chairs away, leaving a space about five meters in diameter around them, He let go of Harry's hand and turned to stare at him.

Harry shook his head, the confusion on his face faded, "I'm just surprised, I thought you were talking about later or tomorrow." Making a decision so quickly was something he had never thought about before, Harry just felt that it was far away and unreal.

"But it's not impossible now." Harry took a deep breath.

What is the difference between tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even a long time from now?He only wants to be with his prince.He'd wanted to stay for Prince for a long time—wait!Prince is not a real ghost, so his dream of staying in school is to accompany Snape!

no!Absolutely not!He wants to change his dream!He doesn't want to be with the greasy old bat every day when he looks up!

Snape glanced at Harry who didn't know where his thoughts were going, and he turned slowly to stand opposite Harry.

"What should we do?" Harry looked at Snape, suddenly filled with unknown unease but also extremely excited, and the excitement squeezed his heart.

He reached out and took Snape's hand, finding an anchor for himself to hold securely against the undercurrent of mounting excitement.For a long time from birth to now, he has been looking for a suitable corner to place himself, like a dandelion blowing in the wind.But now that he has found a place where he can take root, he immediately feels at ease.

He wants to have a home.

Maybe Sirius will give it to him, but he didn't get enough reasons from his godfather to stay-maybe one day he will be abandoned by his godfather like he has been for the past 13 years, so even Sirius is trying to make up for it , but Harry firmly believed in his heart that he was only staying temporarily, and it was only a matter of time before he left.

And Severus—Harry sneaked a glance at Snape, but met his eyes, and his head was scorched by those dark eyes that concealed the hot emotion.He also knew that Snape would leave him, that they were not of the same time and place.

But he was different from Sirius.

It was his prince who found him, and he was willing to stay for him temporarily and give him warmth.The days with Prince were his happiest times. He will always remember the pearly white ghost boy calling his name in the cold night and accompanying him for the rest of the journey.

He is a unique prince, and he is unique in the eyes of his prince.

They can be together, even if there is not much time left.

"Grab my hand, then look at me, think of me, and call me with your soul." Snape said, the slightly deep and husky voice of the voice-changing period was extra sexy at this moment.

If you listen carefully, you can tell that his voice must be exactly the same as the one in the cellar after the voice-changing period is over.Both of Harry's hands clasped Snape's.

He didn't admit that the sound of the greasy old bat sounded so suffocating!

He and Snape looked at each other, bright emerald green eyes swirled into black swirls beneath the lenses, only his prince reflected, content to be him.

His soul is calling his real name, wanting to be close to him, and stay with him for the rest of his life.

Snape looked down at him too, at the unique Harry Potter that belonged only to him.There's little merit to this frizzy being that a Potter's brat stole his heart in a vicious manner, and without him, he'd be reduced to heartless walking dead.What a tragedy!

There was no time to mourn his dark future.The magic power began to fluctuate, causing the air around them to flow.

Snape's lips parted slightly, and the string of spells based on arcane Latin was woven into dancing runes by the voice, which seemed to be chanting.

If he is really singing, it must be very nice.By this time Harry was still thinking wildly.And as the last syllable of the spell fell, Harry's divergent thinking also settled down.

"Are you willing to give your soul and be bound to me?" Snape stared at Harry in front of him, he stared deeply at every second of his face, staring at him for a moment, He didn't even want to miss the interaction and separation of his long and slender eyelashes when he blinked.

"I can't be more sure." Harry raised the corners of his mouth, hooked his little finger around Snape's and took the opportunity to tick again, "I want to be with you all my life, even death can't separate us." He said and moved closer , kissing Snape on the cheek.

At this moment, he felt a warm air current, wrapping him up and pushing towards Prince, and he could clearly feel his soul approaching him.

The whole process was very comfortable and joyful—their souls were about to be bound together, and he would belong to Prince, both in terms of soul and magic.

His palms were sweating, with joy and excitement, mixed with the syrup in his heart continuously gushing from the crater in his heart.

But the mutation happened at this moment, and Harry let out a scream.He let go of his hands and covered his head, his palms covering his forehead, and the strands of hair intertwined between his fingers.The lightning-shaped scar was twisting, protruding from the skin, like a branding iron, and as bright red as blood.

"Harry!" Their connection was broken, Snape didn't care about the failure of the magic, he hugged Harry tightly and knelt on the ground, patting his back lightly, "Where does it hurt?"

Who the hell is pulling at his soul to keep Harry from being completely his? Snape's face was clouded, his expression was expressionless, his eyes were cold.But when comforting Harry, the coldness melted into the mist of the hot spring.

"My scar." Harry felt that his soul was being torn apart, his eyes were dark, and he still couldn't see the world clearly.

Harry could only hold on to the only piece of driftwood in front of him, the one that gave him the most peace of mind, his safe haven, his family.

Suddenly, there was a burst of pain that exploded on the forehead and spread to the internal organs, even the bones were creaking.

"It hurts, Prince, I feel so bad." Harry was breathing convulsively, he was top-heavy, and fell helplessly into Snape's arms, his voice gradually trailing off.

As if he had just been salvaged from the sea, his whole body was soaked, and beads of sweat the size of pearls were all over his neck and forehead, which kept falling down and stained his clothes.

He passed out.

Snape picked Harry up and walked over to the bed to lay him down, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek, staring at the still red lightning bolt scar - it was less protruding and twisted now, but still Ugly as a damn earthworm.

This is the culprit?No, what was inside that scar was ugly and dark like moss taking root in an invisible corner, exuding a rancid smell.And this disgusting thing was clinging to his Harry's soul, clinging to him like a blood-sucking vine.

He should have known.At first his hands tingled when he touched the scar, he had always thought it was because he was caught in the gap between reality and the world of the dead, but now it seemed to be because of the evil black magic on the scar , when the breath that belongs to the part of death is entangled, this piece of soul fragment that has been sleeping will subconsciously resist - it is dying and does not want to die, it is tightly embedded in Harry's soul, dragging it and even trying to replace it. he.

So he doesn't get the full Harry.

Snape frowned deeply, and he removed the medium magic, returning to a ghostly translucence, and then through the layers of floors and ceilings, he headed towards the cellar.

"Tsk tsk, who is this? The poor man who was rejected by Potter? Don't tell me you're looking for something like the Fascination Charm." Snape stood at the door of the study with his arms folded and mocked before returning in less than an hour. Here he is not wantonly wreaking havoc in the study, making a mess of his bookshelf ghost.

On the floor, on the desks and chairs, there were books that Snape flipped over and threw away.Snape swung his wand and flew the books up and put them neatly into their places.

Snape, who had almost rummaged through one floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, stretched out his hand to another bookshelf that hadn't been thoroughly rummaged, and he ignored his schadenfreude in this time and space.

"What are you looking for? As the owner of the bookshelf, maybe I can give you a little advice." Snape waved his wand and enchanted the books on the entire bookshelf, and all the books remained in place without any external force. , cannot be taken out.

"He agreed, as you would imagine we were making a wedding vow. But just as the vow was about to be completed, something happened and the magic was interrupted." Snape frowned, and he turned to look at the blocked door. The self who is 20 years older than him.

"Potter actually agrees! He's only 15, how dare you! He's still a Potter, what kind of magic did he cast on you?" Snape stared at this daring self, who never knew that when he was young, he And the courage to go to a Potter - no one would really fancy him!There was no way Potter would agree to bind the rest of his life to a Potions professor who was 20 years away from him and who he hated the most!

Obviously Potter knows who he is, what is he doing?Isn't this farce enough bullshit?

"He's mine, and I'm 15," Snape retorted, and he calmed down, continuing calmly, "Harry has a soul fragment embedded in the scar on his forehead, which made the vow fail, Who put that disgusting soul fragment there?" He gritted his teeth, with deep hatred in his eyes, wishing to crush the mastermind to ashes.

He was so close to having his Harry, just so close!He remembered the warmth of Harry's soul as it approached, how warm and loving he was, that part of him that was missing and would ache for the rest of his life if he lost it.

That should belong to him, and it should be his now!

The next moment after the voice fell, the pupils of those black eyes, which were constantly monitoring the exposed emotions under the strict Occlumency, shrank suddenly, and Snape rubbed his chin with his index finger, and his thinking was mobilized.

Everything can be explained.

Why was the Dark Lord able to invade Potter's brain, but not anyone else's - only Potter's brain was special because it had pieces of his soul embedded in it!

That lightning-shaped scar is not proof of defeating the Dark Lord, but proof of the existence of the Dark Lord's soul fragment.

And did Dumbledore know about this?

The more Snape thought about it, the more annoyed he was, the concealed deceit and anger burning his chest.

"Do you know who the soul shard on Harry's forehead is?" Snape narrowed his eyes so that no one could tell, but he didn't know himself?

But—"Then it's up to you." He thought of another way to have Harry.

He didn't have that much time to deal with the extra soul on Harry's forehead.

Snape walked through the wall after saying that.

Next door was his potions-making room - oops, his material locker!

Alarm bells sounded in Snape's heart. He ran to his potion making room, opened the door, and saw that all the drawers of the storage cabinet had been opened, and the culprit had disappeared without a trace.

He locked the door expressionlessly, his teeth chattering with anger.Carefully begin to count the losses one by one and put everything back in place.

In the end, he found that there was only one kind of potion in the combination of missing materials—childbirth potion.

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Little Professor: I will kill the owner of that soul fragment!