[HP] Don't talk to me

I succeeded, and it should be said that we succeeded.

Because of the excitement and agitation, I used the prosthetic for twice as long as I normally practiced.It wasn't until Snape made sure the surroundings were safe, picked me up horizontally and put me on the sofa in the private room of the tavern, and reminded me to take off the prosthesis, that I suddenly realized that I was exhausted and the amputation site was in unbearable pain.

I asked him to turn his back and insisted not to let him touch my broken leg.This is a small private room, with only one rectangular window standing in the center of the outer wall, and because it was late, the outside was dark.He turned around and stood facing the window. I used this time to quickly take off the prosthesis, and lightly touched the amputated surface. It was red, swollen, and painful like a needle prick.I took a deep breath and covered my legs with my long skirt.

"Okay, turn around." I grabbed the crutch on the side and put it on my lap, indicating that I had disposed of it properly. "I got it done."

He looked back at me, only one lamp was lit in the room, but in the dim light, I saw his eyes sparkle.

"There won't be too much danger here for the time being. We can rest for a few days before setting off." He said, "Everything has been arranged, you don't have to worry about anything."

"Of course, I trust you," I said, "Thank you, Severus."

He moved suddenly, leaned towards me slowly and calmly, sat on the sofa next to me, stretched out his hands to hold my face, I thought he was going to kiss me, grabbed his wrist with his hand, and squeezed it tightly, Push slightly.I was a little scared, his eyes looked like they were hiding a sun, they were so hot that they almost fell and melted on my cheeks.I want to avoid him, but at this moment I can't understand why

But he didn't kiss me, he just looked at my face carefully.

"We can't turn back." He said in a low voice, "From now on, we will always be together, just like I said."

He came to a conclusion, a perfect conclusion.

I let go, let my fingers hang down, and smiled at him.

We spent two days in that tavern.I know it's a tavern because although I can't see out the door, I can hear the noise and laughter from next door and downstairs, and although I've lost my sense of smell, I can still imagine the smell of malt. How rich the aroma of fermented wine and the body odor of the mingling of the crowd.We came in through the fireplace, and after being placed in the room, Snape wouldn't let me leave the door. The danger had not been completely eliminated in his mouth, and everything had to be done carefully.

Of course I knew there was danger, because although I couldn't go out, every day the tavern-keeper brought with me that day's Daily Prophet with my flight from St. Mungo's Hospital.Also missing is Snape, who stepped down as headmaster of Hogwarts College when he was in the limelight, and escaped with me to attract attention.Those criticisms and accusations inevitably fell on him, and he seemed to be pushed off the cliff from the legendary hero spy role in an instant.Rita Skeeter immediately wrote a new column, "Snape: Lover or Criminal Lover?" ", which played up the past between me and Snape as if we knew better than we knew ourselves, but in fact it was all nonsense.I glanced at it, then grabbed the newspaper, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can beside it.

I was so bored waiting, I couldn't help thinking about it.Nothing to do, only think about the past, think about the present, think about the future.It seems that the more you think about it, the more bonds you have.Snape hung up the blood transfusion rack for me, and when I was lying in the shade by the window and taking a nap with the tube inserted, I was thinking about such and such trifles while listening to the fierce and excited noise of the crowd outside.

It occurred to me that my personal belongings at Hogwarts hadn't been carefully cleaned out.If I go back to Finland and never return to the UK, what will happen to those things there?Maybe wait for me——Snape should have them at that time, but that's the last thing I want to see, I don't want to leave too many souvenirs about me by his side, since I want to go far, then the farther The better, since you want to leave, you should disappear completely, leaving no traces.

And the other thing is that I still want to go to Spider's End again, even if it's the last farewell, I hope to take another look at it and engrave it in my heart forever, so that even if I see my mother underground , I can also tell what the half of the home I once had looked like.How many rooms will it have, what furniture will it have, what will I do where and where.Even a corner of it has a piece of wallpaper that I kicked, and a row of bookshelves has a concave corner that I smashed.I sewed a cloth cover I bought on the sofa, and chose my favorite sheets for the bed in the bedroom...

In the end - I'm leaving, and I'm sure I won't come back, so I want to take everything with me.

I didn't tell Snape what I was thinking.The hospital seemed to put a film on our relationship, and leaving the hospital tore the film off.Without Mendel, the nurse on duty, and others standing in the way, we seemed to have to force intimacy in the most naked atmosphere.And I have long been unaccustomed to this kind of intimacy, since a long time ago.

I fell asleep at the table that day. I was sitting at the wooden table and wanted to flip through the potions books I brought out from St. Mungo's, but I didn't expect that the sleepiness came suddenly, and I didn't even remember when I fell asleep. Incredible.I only know that when I woke up again, I was lying in Snape's arms, and he carried me to the bed and covered me with a thin quilt.I grabbed the edge of the quilt nervously and stared at him.

"Your eyes seem to be afraid that I will eat you." After he finished speaking, he suddenly grinned a few times.

I originally wanted to get angry, but when I saw his smiling face, my heart softened. I gritted my teeth and said, "I said this sentence before, and I said it not long ago."

"Yeah, I thought you forgot." Sensing my impatience, he took a few steps back in time and sat on the edge of the bed. "You used to say it a lot, but you just said it but didn't do it."

"That's because you don't eat well."

"You didn't eat in the right place. Last time you bit my neck, there is no meat on my neck, and it is easy to break the bones." He raised his arm and brought it in front of me. "Why don't you try here?"

I stretched out my fingers to touch his arm, the bone covered with skin, and I knew there was no flesh without touching it.He is very thin, with prominent blue veins, and the skin on his arms is covered with light brown spots and bumps when he is less than 40 years old.

I turned my face away, restraining the sudden surge of emotion.

"What's the matter Tata?" He seemed to be chasing me on purpose, still asking. "Why are you upset again? I just want to make you happy."

How can you be happy?I've never been happier in years, not now, nor in the foreseeable future.

I was silent for a while, then turned back to look at him. "Can you get Spider's End back? You lied to me about selling the house, right? Tell me you lied to me."

He smiled and said, "It's true."

My heart was so painful that I almost cried out, but suddenly I couldn't say anything, I was speechless.Perhaps the greatest pain is this: you know it's all wrong, and you can't change anything.

He thought for a while and said, "Are you still thinking about it? Maybe we can go back and have a look."

"Back to where?"

"The address of Spider's End Lane is not known to the Ministry of Magic. The address I wrote when I registered my personal information is false. Although the Ministry of Magic is now conducting a post-war information check, fortunately, I have not been investigated yet."

Return to the old residence.

I stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the sign of Mr. Good's grocery store.There was a picture of a middle-aged man in a dark blue suit and a big red tie, holding a welcome sign in his hand, staring at us, smiling with his mouth open, as if to say: Are you finally back?

No, it should be that I finally came back.

Snape asked me if I wanted ice cream, and I nodded, but decided to get it myself.I asked him to take the money, and asked him to wait. I walked into the store on crutches and took a box of strawberry and vanilla ice cream.When I handed the ice cream to Snape, he glanced at the pink box in my hand.

I lifted the lid skillfully, and licked the part sticking to the lid first, a strong strawberry smell.He opened the lid of his box, intending to throw it away, I immediately snatched the lid from him, and happily completed the task for him.

We stood under the canopy outside the store, the sun was a bit harsh, and even the shade was hot.But this is a place where there are no disturbances, no Death Eaters, no Voldemort, no one gets hurt casually.This is the world of Muggles, we are just two ordinary people.

I ate a lot in the morning, but I feel tired.I finished the small box of ice cream in my hand very slowly, and leaned my back against the wall as a difficult support.

While still in the hospital the last few weeks, Mendel thought of ways to reduce my reliance on medication for my long journey.Blood transfusion is one way, and I'm still taking a potion that stimulates the nerves.This is because other medicines have no effect on me. My body seems to be hibernating, and no amount of stimulation will make me more active. I can only take the initiative to increase the excitability of my nerves.I once slept for three days before waking up, this is what the nurse told me afterwards, I thought I only had a nap, but woke up to find Snape with a dark circle under his eye, although he looked calm, I knew it happened What.

He wouldn't tell me about my condition and I wouldn't ask.The once heated discussion gradually turned into silence. Even if he guarded me for three days and three nights, he never said a word.Even if I knew I slept until I almost woke up, I didn't say anything.

There is no transparency between us.

He led me slowly to the depths of the alley, and I forced myself to keep pace with him on crutches. "Are you sure the new owner won't be upset?" I asked him many times along the way.

He didn't answer, but frowned more and more tightly. "Tata, do you want to transfuse some blood first?"

I shook my head.

"Then take your medicine." He reached into his coat pocket.

"I won't take it." I resisted. After taking that medicine, I would feel sick and feel uncomfortable. "I can hold on."

He was about to come and hug me, but I swayed from side to side to dodge. "I'll go by myself!"

Fortunately, the road is not far away.We finally stood at the door of the room, he raised his wand and said a spell, and I looked back at the alley, trying to remember the scenery in front of me.

He opened the door, "The house hasn't been handed over yet, because I didn't have time to tidy up the old things." He explained and helped me into the house.

Business as usual.I took a deep breath, as if thousands of emotions had been drilled into my chest in an instant, but there were no thousands of exits for them to come out again.I could only watch silently, the display of clocks, sofas, bookshelves, floor lamps, and fireplaces... It seemed to be exactly the same as when I left here for the last time, but I knew in my heart that everything had changed a long time ago.

"Exactly, this time take away what we want to keep as a souvenir together." Snape said, "What do you want?"

I bit my lip and smiled at him. "Want nothing at all."

He was not satisfied with my answer, and asked me in a low voice: "Is there nothing you want?"

I lifted off the dust cover covering the sofa, sat in, and stopped answering.

He didn't ask any more questions, just turned around and went upstairs to clean up.

The clock on the wall was still ticking, ticking, ticking.

Listening to the voice, I closed my eyes tiredly and contentedly.

Wanting nothing, needing nothing—just letting me sleep here is good enough.