The day to become the final boss

Summer vacation, Prince Manor.

5 points in the early hours.

At this time, the owner of the bedroom is still asleep.

'I can't let little Malfoy kill me, the kid's soul hasn't fallen to that level yet.I can't let his soul be destroyed because of my plans.Severus, this must be done by you'——

'Then my soul is down to that point, isn't it, Dumbledore?What about my soul?What about mine? ——'The skinny face overflowed with uncontrollable anger and pain, and the empty eyes were full of broken despair.He didn't want to, he didn't want to kill this old man who only gave him shallow trust and a chance of redemption, even if the old man would throw him into purgatory without hesitation for the greater good...

Snape in his sleep frowned, he tossed and turned in anxiety, and unconsciously dug his nails into the flesh of his palm.

'I spy for you, tell lies for you, risk death for you.You said it was all about keeping Lily's son safe.Now you're telling me you're raising him like a pig to be slaughtered, just to put him on the altar in due time? ——'

—Severus? ——

In the suffocating anger and despair, someone's voice was calling in my ears, drifting, seeming to be far away.

'—Avada Kedavra! ! (Avada Kedavra) 'The ominous green light, the ominous spell, the insane laughter of the Death Eaters, the frightened and angry green eyes of the Savior' Snape, betrayer! ——'

"Severus?!"

Snape's pitch-black eyes snapped open, and the out-of-focus pupils contracted for a moment, followed by a momentary hollow.

Gentle fingers opened his clenched lower lip, his sweaty back was pitifully comforted, and the familiar voice called the man's sanity back from the aftertaste of the nightmare.

"What's the matter, Severus?" Inky eyes stared at him, Wan Mo gently brushed away his lover's black hair sticking to his forehead.

"I had a nightmare." Snape gasped slightly, covering his face with his palms. "It was painful, but I don't remember what it was."

Wan Mo's hand paused insignificantly.

Just now, at the same time that Snape had a nightmare, he saw his partner's memory seal loosen -- although this was almost impossible.

But it does happen.

How could an ordinary... well, magical human soul shake the seal of Death?Wan Mo looked at the back of Snape getting up and going to the bathroom, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

Not long after, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Snape came out of the bathroom covered in steam.He cast a quick-drying spell on his hair that was dripping against his cheek, lifted the thin quilt, and lay down next to his partner's cool body, with his arms around his slender and flexible waist.

The cool and silky touch under his palms slowly calmed Snape's disturbed mood, and holding Moores made him feel at ease.

Of course, in order to make the partner more comfortable, the word warm in winter and cool in summer has become the best portrayal of Wanmo's body temperature.

Snape was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Mers, I feel as if I've forgotten something...I don't know how to describe it, but I'm sure my memory is not missing."

Wan Mo hesitated, "What if what you forget is painful?"

Snape paused for a moment while stroking the silky-smooth hand, and then said affirmatively, "That's impossible, my memory has been completely linked from childhood to adulthood—" He suddenly thought of something, and suddenly turned around, "Who is there?" Changed my memory?"

Who would be so bored to modify his memory?Severus Snape was a gloomy and weird little monster when he was young. He was thin and small, dirty and poor. Only his mother Irene and Lily were willing to get close to him.Later, when he came to Hogwarts, he lost Irene and had more Moles.

"Who would be so kind as to help an unlovable man forget something painful?" Snape sneered through his nose.Suddenly, his pupils shrank, and Mr. Snape tightened his thin lips, staring at the person in his arms for a long time under the faint light.

His dark eyes stared straight at him without flinching.

The breathing of the two of them was so close, through the thin silk nightgown and the not-so-thick chest, Wan Mo could feel the strong heartbeat of his partner, as well as the deep doubts.

"Mers, could it be you—"

"Yes, I tampered with your memory." The black eyes met him calmly.

The man's body stiffened suddenly, his dark eyes were sharpened by the humiliation and anger gathered, and his arms tightened involuntarily.Snape twisted his face and said through his teeth: "How dare you—!"

"On the day we first met, I sealed up some of your memories." Sensing the increased strength in his waist, Wan Mo sighed, "Those memories were too gloomy, heavy and desperate for you at that time. "

"But that's what I have!" Snape glared at him, pinning him down angrily, with a low growl like a beast in his throat, spraying his heavy breath on his face and neck, as if Will bite his throat anytime.

Wan Mo's arms climbed up his back, pressing down the raised neck of his angry partner, bringing the two bodies closer together.

"Because I'm afraid you won't grow up, and that memory is enough to destroy anyone—even if I didn't expect how important you would be to me at all."

Snape's tense body trembled slightly, and then softened bit by bit.

"What kind of memory is that?" Snape's deep voice was a little hoarse, "...my childhood, about Tobia?" Then he immediately denied "No, the thing about Tobia can't make me so desperate , I have long since given up on him—what is it?"

"It's from your past." Wan Mo kissed his cold thin lips.

When the first ray of morning sun shone into the room, Snape had already buttoned the top button of his high-necked wizard robe.

In the end, he didn't ask about memory anymore.

Although he couldn't remember the content of last night's nightmare, the pain and broken hopelessness that almost suffocated his soul still vaguely remained.

Moers said that the memory seal has been loosened, and it is only a matter of time before he will be remembered.

He didn't know if he could bear the pain of memory before, but he had Moers now.

Mr. Snape waved his hand, and the bedroom curtains rolled up automatically.He pulled off the thin quilt with a stern face, and Wan Mo buried his face in the pillow and lay on the bed with his back bare.

"Slap!" Snape unceremoniously slapped that upturned buttocks heavily, condescendingly looking down at the half-naked body, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. "Mr. Moores, I don't know why you, who don't have the biological need of sleep, have any reason to stay on my bed. You must know that you are old enough to weather this fine bed."

Wan Mo pulled out half of his side from the pillow, his silky long hair scattered on his ivory skin.His voice was a little muffled. "Oh, come on, honey, I like your breath, but you hate that I keep wrapping myself around you-I have to choose your pillow." He suddenly raised his head, "You are dissatisfied Am I old? Do you want to try again to see if your partner can satisfy you, uh."

The tall man twitched the corners of his mouth, and put the thin quilt back on with a dark face.