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But the time has come for them all to face it.

Harry was a bit late, and he was forced to recall his last dream again at Snape's, which made him almost spit out his dinner.

Snape, on the other hand, sneered and compared his memory to a Muggle series, each time trying to squeeze out a new twist on the basis of the old plot. ——If he hadn't remembered the agreement with Prince, this old bastard would definitely be dead!He's going to cast a jinx on him!Who is afraid of whom!

With a pale face, he ran all the way to the eighth floor, and stumbled to open the door.

"Did you run up here?" Snape saw Harry was sweating profusely, and floated over quickly in shock, picked him up with both hands and walked to the sofa to put him down, "Do you feel any pain?" He said incoherently As he spoke, he was so nervous that he could hardly pronounce the beginning of the next sentence.

"No." Harry was bewildered and watched as Snape unwieldyly cast an unfamiliar wandless spell on him, which he couldn't cast at first, and only worked the second time - it was supposed to be a health check spell ?Harry thought uncertainly, he seemed to have seen Madam Pomfrey use it.

"Did you forget to drink the milk?" Snape regained his composure when he saw that the light reflected back was slightly less tense.

"How do you know I didn't drink milk today?" Harry looked at him in surprise.

Snape snorted, and put his arms around Harry's flat stomach.

"are you ready?"

Snape's voice seemed to be trembling, but that might have been Harry's illusion.

Harry's heart was also suspended, he took a deep breath, what should come will always come, and now Prince will be by his side.

"Hmm." He nodded.

Snape said the well-worn spell silently first, and he said it again.Then it was used on Harry.

The warm pale golden light that returned made him dazed, and he hugged Harry tightly.

"Harry, I know you're the best!"

"You too." Harry hugged Prince back, closed his eyes, buried himself in his arms and took a deep breath.

So his prince is leaving.

"Let's go to see the moon!" Harry said suddenly, he took a deep breath, the sudden words seemed to tear a hole in this beautiful atmosphere and let the cold wind pass through.

He's an absolute vibe destroyer!

"At this time? Now?" Snape asked dryly.

"I've always wanted to ride a broom and take you to the clouds to see the moon, just the two of us!" Harry grinned reminiscent of those rose-like snow parasitic flowers in the moonlight, no one would want to disappoint him .

"Are you afraid of brooms?" Harry asked after a moment, as if the old bat really hated Quidditch, so maybe Prince did too.

What about his wish to ride a broom to see the moon?

"No." Snape said with a straight face, "Isn't it just to go to the clouds to look at the moon? I hope you don't freeze yourself." He said and cast two warming spells on Harry.

Harry laughed out loud, he thought there should be a window in the Room of Requirement, so a window appeared here, and then he took out the Firebolt|bolt that was placed here yesterday.

"Let's go!" He beckoned Snape to get on the broom, "You can hold me tight."

The window was opened, and the night wind penetrated into the room, and the wind above April was already warm.The cold wind when they went to the Forbidden Forest was like old pages that were yellow and mottled.

Day by day, time flows without stopping, roaring and pushing them into the fork of parting.

"Ready? Hold on to me!" said Harry.

The temperature and weight next to him are his lifelong pursuit.His love, his loss, the direction his heart will always point to.

Then he kicked lightly, and the Firebolt|Arrow brought them up rapidly, like a rising twin star.

"Don't hold it so tight! I can't control the steering!" Harry yelled, his hands gripping the broomstick tightly.

Behind him was Snape's pale face. He adjusted his posture, but still held Harry's whole body in his arms, like a drowning man hugging his driftwood.But it is much more than that.

Snape didn't respond, resting his head against Harry's back, nuzzling it.

Harry didn't feel it, all his attention was on controlling the broom.

"Attention, we are going to rush up!" Harry adjusted the direction of the broom, his voice was as loud as he could scream, but the howling wind still poured the wind into their ears domineeringly.

Fortunately, the spell filtered out these terrifying wind noises.

Then, Harry waited on the spot for a few seconds, and suddenly rushed up, brushing against the tail of the Muggle plane as he rushed up, whistling happily, his face full of excitement expression.

Too bad Snape was much more gloomy.

It wasn't until they rushed above the clouds that they couldn't turn him from cloudy to sunny.

The moon at the beginning of the month is almost a light golden smile with a split corner, and its halo is so weak under the dark night.

But the unexpectedly bright stars are even more brilliant above the clouds.Those colorful stars, as well as the romantic pink gas surrounding the nebula, are like splashes of ink and colors under the night.

This is a great, majestic and lively world.

Under such a vast universe, they are so tiny.Small enough to hug each other is a world.

Time also seems cut off from their dimension.

They only have each other, peaceful and distant, without time or space.All that was silent was their heartbeats - correct, Harry's own, surprisingly loud.

"I love you." Harry took Snape's hand. "My Prince."

He took hold of his world.

Snape's face was as pale as the upturned belly of a stranded whale, miserable.

Just shaking hands didn't make him much better, he tightened his arms and held Harry tightly in his arms, sucking his warmth hungrily, his hands wrapped around Harry's head, kissing his hair, Then he let go of his chin and rested it on the messy hair blown like a bird's nest by the wind.

"Now you see the starry sky you wanted to see. It's a pity there's no moon." Snape looked a little better, at least his teeth weren't chattering.

"But I have you!" Harry laughed in his prince's arms, the sound transmitted through the fabric from Snape's chest to his heart.

"I really hope that I can watch the moon with you in the future."

He knew it was almost impossible.

This is the end, time freezes at the most beautiful moment, and then they will part and never see each other again.

Snape took Harry's hand, and they were entwined like two snakes entangled inseparably.

The faint moonlight casts their shadows on the clouds, and there is me in you and you in me.

This broom is a small boat above the entire cloud layer, standing alone above the tumbling clouds.But at this moment they do have each other completely, as if embracing the whole world.

Then they kiss.

The clouds are the only spectators, and the shadows cast on them faithfully record everything.

"Go back, aren't you cold?" Snape said, looking out at his world, reconfirming that the Warming Charm was working well before casting a Wind and Protection Charm on Harry.

"Every day I discover that you have qualities that I have never discovered before, and I will pester you even more shamelessly, annoying you to death!" How could he not love his prince?Even if he becomes as cynical as the old bat, he will still be his prince if he sees whoever he hates.

But they are different people.

"As long as you remember to drink milk every day." Snape snorted softly, taking Harry into his arms and rubbing his soft, warm shaggy fur.

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed unhappily, and wriggled in Snape's arms, trying to break free.

It's not a problem if it's normal laughter and slapstick.

But now it's above the clouds!

Soon Harry accidentally lost his balance, tilted his body, and fell down with Snape.

Snape grabbed him immediately, and held Harry face down while Harry lay on top of him in his arms.

Harry watched him, his glasses crooked, hanging askew on the bridge of his nose, noticing that Snape looked tense and dead.

"Don't worry," said Harry, and he put out a hand and took a firm hold of the broom that was flying towards him.

As a Seeker, falling off your broom is a daily occurrence.He works really well with his Firebolt/Arrow.

Soon Harry lowered the broom and brought Snape over to him, and patted Snape, who seemed to be safe but absolutely terrified, reassuringly.

"Are you okay?" Harry grabbed the broomstick with one hand and pulled Snape's hand around his waist to hug him.

Snape scowled.

"The Ministry of Magic should control the height of the broom! They are joking with their lives!"

"Haha, this is the joy of flying!" Harry laughed, and he slowly descended with Snape, when suddenly he noticed a mass of colorful lights exploding in the night sky in the distance.

"It's fireworks!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, and then controlled the broom to fly towards the place where the fireworks were brilliant.

The gorgeous fireworks rushed from the ground towards the air, and exploded after reaching the extreme.The mottled brilliance left behind is imprinted in the pupils of the viewers.

Only a few seconds, but words can not match the splendor.

"whoosh, whoosh"

The color and shape of the fireworks have changed, just like all kinds of life, their silhouettes are quickly skipped in a very short time, and what is left to the audience is the most beautiful moment.

After the orgasm, there is silence.And accompanied by suffocating colorful smoke.

"I've never seen fireworks from high places," said Harry, rubbing his head against the warmth behind him. "Why do Muggles set off fireworks—because of April Fools' Day?" he asked himself.

"Muggles can be silly as long as they find a reason." The same is true for Gryffindor. Snape pursed his lips.Harry reminded him only to realize that today is also a holiday, absurd and coincidental.

The fireworks are over, as briefly as they began.

Everything in this world has an end, but the length of time varies.

Now is the time to part.

"Time to go, Harry."

They landed and returned to the castle like home, where all their memories, their beliefs, and memories of all kinds of sour, sweet, bitter, sweet and happy coexisted.

"Let's go flying again in the future!" Harry made himself smile without dimming, "Maybe we can play Quidditch together."

"Yeah." Snape took his hand, and they walked down the corridor, enjoying the calm after their exciting adventure.

The dark clouds covered the crescent moon, and their figures overlapped in the darkness. They held hands in the darkness, as if they could walk forever.

However, there is always a time to break up.

"You're tired, go to bed early." Snape led Harry towards the bed.

"me……"

Harry said nana, he has many, many things he wants to talk to his prince.

But what should he say?

Snape waited for his words, his hands moving non-stop, helping Harry take off his coat, his shoes, and his socks and changing him into pajamas, and then covering him with the blanket.

He wanted to take him away, and the thought was like a demon lurking in his ears, haunting him to lure him to catch his Harry.

Elope!After leaving this world, he will not be alone, he will have Harry, have him completely!

"Good night, Severus." Harry grabbed Snape's tie and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Now he starts to miss him.

Snape's eyes widened for a moment, and he looked at the little bastard only to find that he had already pulled the covers over his head.

"Good night, Harry," he said slowly, only he could taste the astringency in his mouth.He raised his hand to turn off the light for him.

Step by step, drag your legs and slowly lengthen the distance.

He can't take him away.His hands gripped the clothes on the left chest.

He couldn't give him a happy life, even he himself was so weak and embarrassed.

oh!In the end he couldn't take anything with him.

What it looked like when it came, it was the same embarrassment when it went back.

Farewell, his dream.

"What is this? A parting gift—to help you take care of Potter?" Snape glared at his young self, leaving him such a big trouble before leaving, "I'm not Potter's nanny, the savior The title will make him have a lot of caring people around him, I hope he won't be suffocated by too much love." He sarcastically said.

"A glass of milk in the morning and evening, watch him drink it." Snape's ears were plugged, and he said the last exhortation with a deadpan face.

"Enough!" Snape clenched the densely packed guidebook for taking care of Potter in his hand, pointed to the study, and stared at the young man as he walked in.

Everything will return to calm.

There was no other him, no Potter with a tryst with a younger him.

He waited until the time was estimated to be enough, he opened the study door, and the time converter on the table had disappeared.

It's amazing!

Snape's face was tense, and suddenly his expression became very bad, as if he had been fooled.

He quickly walked back to the bedroom and took out the box full of things from his school days from a corner. He cleaned it up full of dust and frowned and unlocked the double lock on it.

He opened it, and found the small glass bottle among a pile of documents. Inside, the silver cotton-like lingering silk thread seemed to pass through time and space, spinning in silence.

Snape's face went blank for a while, then he closed the box calmly and put it back in its original place with a wave of his wand. He walked to the writing desk and locked the bottle into a drawer.

As if nothing had happened.

The author has something to say:

Watching the stars, watching the fireworks, walking through the darkness together.

goodbye, little professor

small theater

The little professor's arms were trembling, and his mouth was chanting, forcing himself to grab the old broom in the school that could be used as firewood: Harry likes brooms, Harry likes brooms...

The big professor snorted coldly (riding a broom to supervise the little snakes in Quidditch devil training): What is broom phobia?