[HP] Don't talk to me

"Do you love me?" I opened my mouth and kept saying the same sentence: "Do you love me?"

He turned his back to me, and we stood in the snow, looking around, we saw exactly the same scene, the sky was full of snow particles flying in the air, it was white near, and it was also white in the distance, so white that we couldn’t see it. Know the boundaries between heaven and earth.

"Do you love me?" I covered my mouth in horror, but the voice still rang out: "Do you love me?"

The voice seemed to know that I put my hand over my mouth, blocking its exit, and slipped treacherously back down my throat, then my heart.I felt it hide behind my beating warm heart, hesitated but continued to ring clearly: "Do you love me?"

I knelt down on the ground, grabbed the snow on the ground to my chest, tore off my clothes, and pasted the snow on the top of my chest.I want to use everything to stop this voice from ringing out. Is it useful to have a cold heart?

"Do you love me?" The snow in the palm of the hand melted, flowing down the arc of the chest, like rows of tears.

I cry, really cry.

I buried my head and put my hands in the snow.

"Do you love me?" My voice seemed to feel my crying, and there was even a crying tone in my tone, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow ?

I have a splitting headache and can't feel anything.Everything around me has nothing to do with me, except for that voice, which is crying.Except for the freezing cold heart that was still dripping with snow, it stopped.

"Do you love me? Woohoo..."

When I woke up, my consciousness came to life first, and then my body.

I was lying on a bed, and the first thing I saw was the ceiling, a very familiar pattern.

Spider Alley.

"Why?" I asked in a dry voice, "I'm here?" This is his bedroom, and I'm lying on his bed.

Snape took one of my hands and rubbed it.The room was very bright, making the sockets of his eyes glow.

"You fell asleep." His voice was very soft, rising and falling as if stepping on a cotton field. "You fell asleep on the sofa, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

I wanted to stand up and look at him, but I struggled a few times but couldn't get up.No strength, no strength at all, always like this, when I get up, my whole body is so soft that it doesn't look like my own.

"How long have I been asleep?" The memory came back, and I suddenly realized the cause and effect.

"Less than two hours," he said. "You slept soundly."

I doubted what he said. Although the dream was far away, the voice still lingered in my ears.

Do you love me?What a stupid sentence!

Why in the dream, I can never laugh at myself?

He pressed the quilt for me, as if he didn't realize that my intention was to get up.I licked my lips with my tongue, and there were a few cracked dead skin on it. "I want to get up."

"Do you want to eat or drink? Go to the toilet?" He continued to ask gently.

I stopped looking at him, I felt ashamed.

"I want to get up and go back."

He's not a senior nanny, and I'm not that weak, at least I hope so.

"One more day off, I will stay here with you."

"I want to go back to the tavern."

"No one found here." He still took a glass of water and raised it to my mouth. "Take a sip and don't sleep, but you can close your eyes and rest."

I glared at him. "I don't want to be in this bed, it makes me uncomfortable—" I stopped, and then continued, "I don't like it."

His face turned from red to blue, and finally turned pale.

How can I save it?The words just now were too harsh, and he had clearly made up his mind not to hurt him again, but it still couldn't resist the impulsive fever.The dream just now caused me so much pain that I wanted to eat myself first.

Distraught, I continued to struggle to get up and get out of bed.

He came to hug me, I thought he was going to push me back on the bed again, but he hugged me horizontally instead.

"You are too weak, I will carry you downstairs to rest on the sofa."

I hugged his neck, touched the bone with almost no flesh on the back of his neck with my fingertips, and bit my lip.

"Eat something, I'll make it." He put me on the sofa, like when he first came here.Only this time he brought me a blanket, and when I saw it, I remembered that it was a wool blanket I bought myself two years ago.This thing is warm, supple, and light.I suddenly remembered what I said to him with a smile at that time: Don’t think it will be very hot, it can be used in summer, there is a spell to cool the inner layer of it, the spell is——

I moved my lips slightly, but there was no sound when I opened my mouth.I can't remember the spell, and I can't even try.

When he entered the kitchen, I put my hands on the sofa and tried to sit up, but it didn't work!My lower body seemed to be numb, and I wanted to stretch my legs with all my strength, and my body also exerted all my strength there, but my legs didn't respond.

I panicked a little.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked in the kitchen, his voice came over vaguely.My mind went blank except for a hum that almost drowned out his voice.

I can't move my legs.I fumbled around my body with both hands, the broken leg was like a rotten piece of wood, and so was the intact one!

A thousand possibilities ran through my mind, none of which were good.

Snape came out of the kitchen and looked at me apologetically. "I'm sorry, I forgot there's nothing to eat here. No one has lived in it for a long time. I just cleaned a few mice in the cupboard."

I looked at him and didn't speak.

"How are you feeling? Still sleepy?"

I shook my head.

"I'm going to buy something and come back." He said, "I can find a nearby vegetable market within a short distance."

"Why don't you just go back to the tavern?" I asked. "There's wine and meat."

Snape pondered for a while and said, "I'll have my last meal here, and I won't be coming back later."

"Give me my wand if you want to go out." I held out my hand to him. "If the Ministry of Magic should find me, I can defend myself."

He hesitated for a moment, then drew his wand from under his robes.He kept my wand and never returned it to me after leaving the hospital.

In fact, he knows that I don't have the strength to use any magic, and apparition is even more impossible.

"You go out, can you bring me a newspaper here?" I said before he was about to open the door. "I want to watch Muggle news."

He obliged, and went out.I clearly heard the sound of the lock falling, it was a spell lock.

I am alone in the house.I lifted the wool blanket off my body and exposed my wet and hot legs covered by the blanket.Stared at the long and short ugly thing for a few seconds, then pointed the tip of the wand at the short end.

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

My voice is loud and my will is strong.I know that my magic power has declined badly, and I know I can't cast any advanced spells, but there must be some reaction, right?

There was a slight movement at the tip of the wand, and a slow force came out of it, hitting my stumped leg.

My hands trembled more violently, and my words became more and more urgent: "Shenfeng Wuying!"

"Burning flames!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

I stared at the marks left by the attack on my broken leg. Although the magic power was weak, the damage was still there.The incision began to bleed, and the place burned by the fire was covered with burn marks——

However, I don't feel anything.

I don't hurt, not at all.

When Snape came back here, I put the blanket back on.

"Steak fry tonight." He had a faint smile on his face. "We'll have a big meal."

He gently placed the newspaper he bought on the blanket I covered, then leaned over, held my head in his palm, and pressed a light kiss on my forehead.

"Are you hungry? I'll move faster."

I bent the corner of my mouth towards him, as if smiling, and grabbed the newspaper he bought back in my hand.

He entered the kitchen, and there was a bustling noise.I still remember that he was always like this before, either he didn't do it, or he was full of movement.He is very good at cooking, and I couldn't eat enough, so I gained a lot of weight for a while.

I heard the sound of him cooking the steak.I was still holding the newspaper when he returned to the living room with the tray.He gently took the newspaper out of my hand and put the plate on the coffee table in front of me.

He looked up at me, stunned.

I bent the corner of my mouth towards him again, a tear finally couldn't hold back, rolled down from my eyelid, and just fell to my lips.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"what?"

I turned my face away and looked at the bookshelf beside me.I don't want to look at him, I hate black. "The date in the newspaper, three days have passed since we left the tavern. But you told me that I only slept for two hours."

"Tata—"

"I can't even move my legs, I'm paralyzed." I felt so desperate that my voice faded away.But I gotta get the words out, gotta say them. "Would you like to see my legs?"

I lifted the blanket covering my legs with my hands, and although I still didn't look at him, I knew what he would see—there were wounds all over both legs, from those hurtful spells, although not powerful, But still full of ferocious eyes.

"I feel nothing, nothing at all."

He began to chant spells hastily—Shenfeng Wuying's anti-curse, flaming healing spell...

But those are useless, they can only heal superficial wounds.

it is known.

"I won't live to go back to Finland, you know that, right?"

"Don't talk nonsense." His voice was a little trembling, but he was still busy chanting spells. "I'm going to find you a potion."

"You should send a letter to the Ministry of Magic and tell them I'm here." I turned back, finally looking at him. "And you should leave quickly and get rid of me. Trust me, I'm not talking nonsense."

"Ta Effa!" He called my name, but the tone seemed so strange to me, as if he were calling someone else, someone I didn't know.

"When will I end up putting you on like this? Once, and again! This is a bottomless pit, and I don't have time, Severus." I shook my head. "I can't stand it! I give up!"

Snape took me into his arms. "I said, we can't turn back!"

I still want to talk, but he hugged me tightly, as if he wanted to embed me into his bones.

"Believe in yourself, you will live well without me!" I buried myself in his arms and said forcefully, "Before we met, you lived well too."

"It's not good at all," he said. "Before I met you, my life was not good at all! Tata, you are the source of all my happiness, and you are the one who makes me feel alive! Now you want me to go back to In the days before, it was impossible!"

"Then let Merlin give us a potion that will make us forget each other after drinking it. I will watch you drink it first, then forget me, and start a new life. Then I drink it and forget you too , from now on, whether we live or die, we will never affect each other again. Is this not good? Tell me, you are willing!"

"No!"

I tried my best to break free from his restraints, and stared at him with my head raised. "I hate this hypocrisy! I hate us crying and crying like this! It makes me sick!"

He froze for a moment, then wiped my tears with his thumb.I jerked my head and yelled, "Fake Potions master, real gnome coward! Make potions, make oblivion potions! If you don't go, I'll do it myself!"

I twist my body - he won't let go, I can't move.In fact, I know that even if he lets go, I can't move.

"Okay, I'll make potions."

He suddenly pushed me and embedded me in the sofa.Then he took out his wand and said the incantation.

I took a deep breath, my chest heaving violently.He put an Imprisoning Charm on me, immobilizing me on the couch.

He got up and went to the storage room, and I listened to the movement in there—the clinking of bottles and cans.

Then he came out, holding a bottle of potions in his hand.

"Drink it, drink it and sleep again."

I opened my mouth and he fed the potion into my mouth.Warm liquid slid from my mouth and into my stomach.

No matter what it is, whether it is □□ or amnesiac medicine.I accept them all without hesitation.

I kept turning my head away from him before falling into another deep sleep.

I wish to forget about black.