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"Well."

Harry groaned, opened his eyes, and found himself lying on the bed with his glasses next to him.

The soul-torn pain before coma was deeply imprinted in his mind, even though the pain had subsided, those memories made him still in phantom pain, and his forehead still seemed to twitch.

After putting on the study, Harry pressed his palms to the scar on his forehead, propped up his upper body and looked around, and found that his prince was processing potion ingredients in an orderly manner at the cooking table.

Snape stopped what he was doing when he heard the voice, and turned around to meet Harry's eyes.

He moved closer to Harry.

"how do you feel?"

"It's okay." Harry said hoarsely, he got off the bed slowly, the muscles in his limbs were screaming, maybe he was convulsed with pain before he passed out, so now he can't use his strength.But he is already in the recovery process.

Harry frowned, looking uneasy, "Magic failed." He remembered the accident before he passed out, they were so close to being bonded together!But the tearing out of his soul doesn't seem to be able to make the magic progress smoothly to completion.

Snape stepped forward to rub the messy black hair that was still damp, he got a towel that had been baked in front of the fireplace for a while, spread the warm towel over the messy hair, rubbed it carefully, sucked it Moisture between hair strands.

"There was indeed an accident." Snape's eyes were fixed on his movements, his eyelids were drawn down, and his expression was obscured by the flickering lights.

"I'm sorry." The towel that was wiping his hair swept over his nose bridge and almost knocked off his glasses, which stuck halfway on his face, adding a sense of desolation to his depressed tone, extraordinarily Pitiful.

"It's not your fault." Snape threw the towel on the bed, and he reached over to put his glasses back on, fingers twirling a strand of hair that fell across his forehead.

His eyes focused on the lightning-shaped scar on Harry's forehead that had returned to its original state, as if he was staring at the most hated thing in his life-James Potter should be grateful that his position was taken by another who was not even a human being. Something instead, along with his conjoined twin brother Blake in second place.

"Are you looking at the scar on my forehead?" Harry frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong.That magic worked well, if it wasn't for his soul being torn apart all of a sudden - and that unknown power seemed to come from himself, and he obviously felt his scar hurt, it didn't feel like he belonged to him itself.

His scar also hurt when he saw Professor Quirrell in the first grade, and the diary with the black magic left by Voldemort when he was young in the second grade, and his forehead was so hot that he almost fainted from the pain.Not to mention last year when Voldemort was resurrected.

Every time he faced that unspeakable big devil face to face, his scar would ache.

"It stops our contract magic?" Harry guessed easily above his scar.

"It is." Snape nodded, but he didn't want to tell Harry about the fact that his scar had embedded a fragment of his soul that didn't belong to him.

Let him worry about that matter in this time and space, these matters should be resolved by adults.

And Harry -- Snape's gaze went to Harry's, meeting his.Undercurrents are surging in the black eyes, and the magma in the deep seabed is flowing slowly. All the heat is suppressed in the depths and locked by high pressure and cannot reach the water surface.

Inspired by the longing in his heart, he lowered his head and kissed his cheek.

"I know you're desperate to marry me." Snape curled his lips.

"I'm not desperate," Harry retorted, as if forgetting that he was the one who had agreed to it so easily and almost married Snape.

But he added softly, "I want to be with you." He reached out and took Snape's hand, interlacing his fingers.He still remembered that when the contract was about to be concluded, he secretly hooked Severus' pinky finger, as if the matter had been definitely settled.

However, the magic was not completed. ——Even if it is not finished, his mood will not change.

"Since you are so anxious, then I have other ways." Snape vaguely expected, his fingers caressing Harry's hand, memorizing the circuit of his fingerprints in his heart.These unique traits belonged to Harry, including his body odor mixed with sweet strawberries, which made him hard to let go.

"I can make a fertility potion." Snape really couldn't articulate his purpose, he could only tell Harry what he was doing now.

"Birth potion?" Harry got stuck for a moment. Literally, the potion was related to giving birth, but—but he was a man!

"We're all men! Wait, magic won't allow men to have children, right? How? Oh—don't tell me, I don't want to know the details!" Harry quickly realized that magic is omnipotent With these words, he covered his face with his hands, his expression terrified, as if frightened, "We are only 15 years old, isn't this too early?"

He reluctantly used his magic omnipotence to convince himself to accept the fact that a man had a child, but he really hadn't considered having a child at this time-he was still a child himself!Although he really wanted to grow up quickly, it shouldn't be in this sense!

"So your answer is refusal." Snape said, this was what he expected, and he didn't let go of Harry because of this, instead he propped his hand on the sheet, and the two heads were very close, so close They breathe each other's breath.

"I need to think about it," Harry said, looking for words, his thoughts almost froze due to the shock he received, but luckily he didn't bite his tongue again - it was too fast from proposing to asking for a baby!Are they skipping too many steps?

"I just found out that wizards can have babies." Harry excused himself. "It takes time to get used to."

He glanced at Snape, who was close at hand, then quickly looked down at the carpet.Such a pressing sense of urgency was like being picked out by Snape to answer questions in Potions class.

He really was in love with a Snape!Harry thought to himself.And he proposed to him so anxiously, and was anxious to have a child after the marriage failed, it seemed that his time was running out-could he go back?

A thunderbolt exploded in Harry's mind.

His eyes widened, he met Snape's - he was leaving!He is going back to 20 years ago, maybe not 20 years ago on his timeline! ——So, there is a high probability that they will never see each other again.

He would never see his prince again, and he would never be there for the rest of his life.

Oh Merlin!Why not let their vows be fulfilled?

Harry wailed in his heart, as if a wound had been torn open in his heart.So he used Occlumency, he couldn't make Severus aware that he'd discovered that they were running out of time together.

"I would." Harry licked his lips, his voice trembling.The invisible hand named fate gripped his heart tightly, almost robbing him of his breath.

He has not yet accepted that a man can conceive, nor does he feel that he can afford a life to come.Not to mention that he was not prepared to protect a baby while fighting against the Dark Lord.

Even when he said this, he didn't realize the series of consequences after he agreed, such as how to hide this child from the professors, his friends, Sirius and the others.

But the most important thing now, his prince is leaving, and this is his last request.

He always has to do something for him.

Snape hugged Harry, knowing he would say yes.Because he was his Harry.

"He agreed." Snape said to himself in this era when he opened the door of the potion making room, and continued to process the ingredients of the potion without looking up.

"Potter doesn't have IQ, don't you have such a thing?" Snape couldn't believe it, he stared at the ghostly boy who calmly continued to work in front of him.

How did the young man trick Potter into agreeing to such a thing?Potter is only in the fifth grade, and he still has a good life. He doesn't think that this tree, which is 20 years behind him, is going to conceive a child—he is sure that Potter, who lacks common sense, must not know how to have children. The effect of the potion is also not known that wizards can also become pregnant.

"He said yes." Snape looked up impatiently at himself, who was too old and hard of hearing.

Snape smoked angrily, turned and walked out.He was going to catch Potter and see if his IQ was corroded by that piece of Dark Lord's soul and left permanently disabled.

If that was the case, he would force his own Potter-minded self not to waste time on such things, after all, mother's IQ would be passed on to the next generation.

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Harry grabbed the little professor by the collar: I saw you handling potion ingredients!Are you sure I will agree?

The little professor raised his eyebrows: So your answer?

Harry blushed with anger: How the hell did I fall on you?