[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

Harry woke up again, sweating profusely.

Voldemort seemed so desperate to get his hands on the Department of Mysteries lately that Harry was irresistibly drawn into that dream almost every night.Although he already knew it was fake, he was still involuntarily affected by the emotions in the dream, and his heart always seemed to be stuffed with fire, and he became more and more irritable.

Because of the influence of these dreams, the study of Occlumency seemed to be in trouble. Since the last lesson, Harry has not been able to successfully resist the second time.No matter how vitriolic Snape taunted him, or even howled and cursed him loudly, it had no effect.It's been a very difficult few weeks of lessons, and Harry is very frustrated, he really tried, but--

He couldn't help but think of the dream he had for the first time at the Burrow, behind the door was a bruised and dying Snape—

That's fake... that's fake... Harry reminded himself over and over again, but he couldn't help but shudder at what he was imagining.

Snape had been a spy for so long and Voldemort hadn't found him...he'd be fine!

But... Voldemort's Legilimency is so superb, if he finds out that Snape is lying...

No!impossible!Will not!That's fake... just a dream... doesn't mean anything...

Harry looked down at the book, and the tip of the pen scratched the paper unconsciously, but his thoughts were like a mess. He stroked harder and harder, and the paper tore.

He sighed and tried to change the paper, but froze - it was full of... Severus Snape!

Harry quickly rolled up the piece of paper and held it in his hand as if on fire, and looked around guiltily. Ron and Hermione were discussing the history of magic paper with their heads down, and didn't notice his movement.

Harry sprawled limply on the table, thinking sadly of another Occlumency class tonight.Just don't let Snape see this scene in his mind.

"Legislasia!"

Harry's eyes became dazed, he resisted desperately, and finally knelt down on the cold ground of the cellar again, panting and powerless.

Just now he was desperate to cover up the memory of this morning, and almost let Snape succeed - he wasn't sure if Snape saw the parchment with his name on it... probably didn't ...Merlin please don't let Snape see—

Harry prayed crazily in his heart, carefully raised his eyes to Snape.

"Harry Potter." Snape stood there, pronouncing his name slowly, as if savoring some complex emotions carefully, "I seem to have discovered something extraordinary."

"Wh-what, Professor Snape?"

The expression on Snape's face was enigmatic.He said softly, "You seem to be...very obsessed with me."

"Snapped!"

Harry's wand fell to the ground and rolled back and forth twice.

Snape raised his eyebrows, his eyes narrowing slowly.

Harry felt the blood in his whole body freeze in an instant, and flow wildly in the next moment.He was having trouble breathing, his mouth was parched, and he was burning from head to toe.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about..."

His mind was buzzing, and he stood up frantically to reach for his wand.

"This... this is too ridiculous." He managed to maintain his composure, and grinned with difficulty.

"It's ridiculous. And it's ridiculous, unreasonable, and ridiculous—" Snape stood still, mercilessly uttering a series of cold words from his thin lips.

Yes, his own thoughts, his unspeakable fears and worries are like this in his eyes, absurd, ridiculous and worthless.

Harry suddenly felt a surge of anger rushing to the top of his head, burning his mind blank.He lost his mind and shouted: "I just like you! So what!"

Snape seemed shocked by his words, his mouth parted slightly, and he stared at Harry in disbelief.Not to be outdone, Harry glared back at him.

But Snape reacted quickly, he snorted coldly, and walked towards Harry step by step, the black figure actually brought an unparalleled sense of oppression.Harry instantly felt his arrogance disappear without a trace.

He gaped and drew back involuntarily, his heart beating wildly.

"you--"

Harry's back was hard against the cold wall, and Snape's arms trapped him.His black robe was tightly pressed against Harry's school uniform, his warm body pressed against him, and the clear and astringent herbal smell instantly surrounded him.

Harry gasped in panic, his eyes widened helplessly, and the green emerald eyes inevitably met the black ones.

Snape still had the same calm expression, but his eyes looked deeper. Harry looked at him, as if his soul had been sucked in.

No, not so close.Harry held his breath in bewilderment, his heart pounding, and watched the sharp, hard face get closer and closer until his breath caught his breath.

Snape's eyelids drooped slightly, and his eyes fell on Harry's slightly parted lips. There seemed to be a kind of desperate madness in the dark pupils.

Harry's mind was in a mess, and his thoughts were in chaos.

There was a moment of silence, however, before Snape spoke.

"Let's not matter how you came up with such an unreasonable, not even normal idea—"

Snape's hoarse voice was close to a whisper, he paused each word, as if he was suppressing something, "Have you ever thought that if the Dark Lord could feel your emotions, he would treat me as an agent of the Order of the Phoenix— - any ideas?"

Harry fell into an ice cellar for a moment.

He, he remembered, that dream...Snape covered in bruises...

Snape smiled coldly, and stretched out his hand to slowly touch Harry's bloodless lips. His fingers were gentle as if he was touching some rare treasure, but the words he said were still extremely cruel.

"The Dark Lord may have learned from Bellatrix how much you care for Sirius, but if you dream a few more dreams, he will soon be amazed to discover that our savior is devoted to the Dark Lord's loyal servant." , the sharpest nail he planted around Dumbledore, the greasy old bat with extraordinary emotions—wholehearted trust, obsessive obsession—what did his servant do to make the Savior die? ...He was the one arranged by Dumbledore? Ah ... this is really a big surprise."

Harry turned pale.

"The savior's feelings are really great, and I'm terrified...Maybe you think...Snape's death is not a pity, so you can be perfunctory about Occlumency?"

"I...I'm not..."

The situation Snape had described was so horrific that Harry found himself unable to bear it.He was trembling all over, shaking his head desperately, tears could not help coagulating and falling down.He finally realized how big a mistake he had made!

"It's... it's my fault, I will - will - work hard..." Harry stammered and choked up.

Snape froze as he looked into the tear-filled green eyes, and for a moment Harry felt he wanted to reach up and wipe away his tears.

But he immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

Of course Snape knew that he was venting his anger, in order to force himself to suppress the joy that surged up at that moment, which made him feel ashamed.

At that moment he hugged Harry almost desperately.

This boy's thoughts are so obvious... If you throw away everything and kiss him... If life will come to an end at any time, can you let go of the emotions that have been suppressed for a long time?

What is it like to be on a blind date with the one you love?He has never experienced it, and he dare not even dream of it.

But he can't.

He voluntarily walked on the deadly and dangerous steel wire. From the moment he agreed to Dumbledore 15 years ago, death was nothing more than the final outcome for him, and the difference was nothing more than fast and faster.

Regardless of Harry's attitude, he will be exposed at any time.

And a person who may die at any time, a gloomy, greasy old man with nothing, why bother to dream of unnecessary emotions, and then drag an ignorant boy into the endless abyss?What's more...he killed Lily, which was a sin he could never fully atone for.

Harry Potter would have a bright future of his own, but that future... should never have him.

Snape gently let go of Harry, straightened his body, took a deep breath, and took two steps back. His black eyes were already indifferent, and he couldn't see any emotion in them.

"Even with Dumbledore's order, I don't want to teach another stubborn and shameless Gryffindor troll. I don't want you to appear in my office until I have learned to close your brain."

"Now, get out! Get out—"

He growled, shoved the weeping Harry hard, expelled him from his property, and slammed the door behind him.