Back to 1975

The holiday Mr. Snape got so busy that he had to buy an owl to make sure he didn't lose his business.

He is currently working part-time at Mr. Granger Pharmaceutical Production Co., Ltd. As an intern, he does not need to report to the company every day, but in order to save resources, he can only go out early and return to the company every evening to cook pharmaceuticals.The house in Spinner's End had been reduced to a hotel, and it only came in handy when Snape wanted a place to sleep.

In the dilapidated low-rent government in Spider's End Lane, it was dark, cold, and quiet.

Christmas seems to have nothing to do with this house, there is no Christmas tree in the house, not even the slightest decoration.Snape sat on the bed, staring blankly at the owl on the windowsill.He named it - Geff.

It didn't bring Snape a single Christmas wish, other than the formulaic Merry Christmas on the order sheet.There was also a beautiful greeting card from Malfoy, with beautiful ornate cursive letters that seemed machine-printed.His friends had deserted him too, Lily and Harry Potter.No, maybe they're not even friends.

Because today is Christmas Eve and the workers are off, he had to go home.The busy life before was suddenly relaxed, but he would rather let himself work day and night.

Snape hadn't lit a fire, and the room was eerily cold.He was too lazy to move, and would rather cover himself with two extra quilts at night and wrap himself timidly, rather than warming the room.Because tomorrow it will be as cold as a cellar.

What is Harry Potter doing?He must be enjoying Christmas, unwrapping beautifully wrapped presents.He came from an old pure-blood family, and he could tell from Mrs. Doria Potter's dress that they had no shortage of money.

And Lily, she must be smiling, with her family, watching TV, or sharing turkey and fruit.

Snape frowned tightly, he glanced at Geff again, took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, lifted the quilt to cover himself.He didn't take off his clothes, let alone wash up.He just wanted to fall asleep as soon as possible.

The next morning, Snape woke up, got up and tidied up, and then left.He planned to go to the company to see if he could continue working.There are old workers on duty in the factory, maybe they will be willing to let him in easily.

Snape was in trouble, Harry was in pain.

It was getting late, and he stood in Spider's End Alley, shivering from the cold.He is not yet of age and cannot use magic outside of school.This decree should be damned, Harry rubbed his hands together, cursing inwardly.

He glanced at the time, ran to the roadside a block away and bought two cups of hot chocolate, and specifically asked the waiter to ask for the hot one.He would rather be scalded to death than freeze.

It was completely dark, and Harry sat in the shop, looking out at the street.The shops and streets were hardly deserted, everyone had gone home for Christmas.After finishing his two cups of hot drinks, he reluctantly left the restaurant and walked towards Snape's house.

The Spider's End Alley at night looks a bit scary, like an ugly monster with teeth and claws.The alley was dark and quiet, only the light from the windows on the side of the road could make Harry feel better.

He waited at the door for another 5 minutes before he remembered to knock on the door.Perhaps Snape had returned while he was drinking his drink.

He reached out and knocked on the door, and sure enough, the door opened.

Snape inside the door looked at Harry in surprise, and Harry outside the door gave a relieved, silly smile.

Snape's hair looked greasy, and the room was eerily dark, but less eerie than Snape's face.He gripped the doorknob tightly with his hand, making no attempt to invite Harry in.

"Uh...hi," Harry greeted awkwardly, "I'll take you to my house."

"I said I won't go." Snape replied stiffly.

"We're all waiting for you." Harry stood at the door, stomping his feet in the cold, "Lily came with me, but you didn't know where you went. After waiting for you for a long time, I can only let you She went first."

Snape's pursed lips moved, but he remained silent.

Harry was dissatisfied, "Can't you let me in first? We are friends after all." Harry glanced at the face of the future potions professor, and squeezed through the door bravely.

But after he squeezed in, he regretted it. Harry sat shivering on the dilapidated sofa in the small living room, and he felt even colder.And in this eerily quiet room, Snape on the opposite side looked like an old monster from a horror story.

There was no expression on Snape's face, he seemed to rush Harry away, "I said I won't go, you go home."

Harry glanced at the deserted room, and pursed his lips uncomfortably, "Come with me."

"I said no."

Harry looked at him, "That's all you want to stay here? Alone in a room that's as cold as an ice cellar?" He reached out to grab Snape, "Come on, Lily is waiting for you, Mom said Let's eat cake together when you come."

One side is cold as a cellar, while the other is warm and welcoming.But that was not his home.

Snape stood there stiffly, he wanted to refuse, but couldn't say no.

"Are we friends?" Harry looked at him, "Yes."

Snape felt his throat get blocked.

"It's so late, it's unlucky, everyone has gone back for Christmas, and there's nothing on the street." Harry muttered as he pushed Snape out of the room.He bounced around on the spot, glanced at the small restaurant with a bright sign in the distance, gave up the idea of ​​buying a drink, pulled out his wand, and hailed a knight bus.

"We have to get back as soon as possible."

The Knight Bus delivered them to Potter's house in Godric's Hollow as quickly as possible.But the price is that both of them are sticky and covered with hot chocolate.

The conductor of the Knight Bus drove the two distressed children out of the bus with a smile on his face, and left quickly.

Harry wobbled home with weak legs. He really shouldn't have ordered those two drinks, and the fare would cost two Galleons.Harry was concerned about money.

The Porter Manor stood on a hill, and the tall Christmas tree decorated in the yard was particularly conspicuous. It was covered with glittering decorations, and the atmosphere of Christmas immediately became stronger.There are bright lights in the house, and the small milky white building is extraordinarily warm in the dark night.

Harry dragged the reluctant Snape and ran home.They were soaked in a large area, and when the cold wind blew, it was icy and refreshing.

As soon as the two children approached the house, the Potters knew it at once, and Doria rose to meet her, and Lily followed.James sat on the sofa and didn't come with him. He made a bitter face at his father, as long as he thought that Snape was coming with him, his face would be as ugly as he wanted.

Doria waved at Harry from afar, and asked loudly, "We've been waiting all day, you two are just playing around secretly, aren't you?" After speaking, he greeted him, wanting to give his son a hug. .

Harry looked at the clean pajamas that his mother was wearing, exclaimed, and dragged Snape aside, "Don't touch us!"

Doria was taken aback, and stared at the son who ran in the door with wide eyes, "Stinky boy!"

Thanks to the strong driving skills of the Knight Bus, Snape had a chance to tidy up his appearance.Harry dragged him into the bedroom and lent him the bathroom in his room.And Harry himself ran to James' room.

Snape was lying in the bathtub, warm water soaked his whole body, he involuntarily took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly.Today's encounter made him feel a little strange.

Harry took a simple hot shower and went back to his room. He knocked on the bathroom door, "Hey!"

Snape's strange feeling quickly subsided, and he responded awkwardly and stiffly.

He dried himself quickly, picked up the clothes Harry had prepared for him, and put them on.This is a pajamas, thick and soft.

Harry eagerly looked at Snape who walked out of the bathroom. He was also wearing pajamas, a white and red one, looking like Santa Claus.Snape was sincerely grateful that his pajamas were a calm dark blue.

"Is that how you intend to go out?" Harry looked at Snape.

"what?"

"You have excellent academics, outstanding abilities, calm and cautious personality, more than 1.8 meters tall, and a straight nose." Too tall.Harry bit the bullet and praised him, "Lily is outside."

A moment of embarrassment and panic appeared on Snape's face.

Harry pretended not to see his expression, and he couldn't help thinking about it again, thinking back to Snape's house in the cold Spider's End, and the equally cold Potions Office.

He took out a few things and put them on the table one by one, "I brought you these, beauty potions, perfume, and this kind of face-applying things. Of course, I also specially brought clean teeth curse."

Snape's expression could no longer be described simply as embarrassment and panic. He gritted his teeth and stared at Harry Potter, almost wanting to pounce on him and strangle him to death.

Harry gave him a genuine smile back, "You're a good man, you're good. Why don't people see your goodness, S-Furless."

Snape's tongue seemed to be tied, preventing him from uttering a single sarcasm.He looked at Harry Potter and said dryly, "It's Severus, not Severus."

————————Festival Festival ~ Happy Little Theater——————

Lily looked upstairs, they had been waiting for half an hour, she looked at the Potters apologetically, "I'll hurry them."

James watched Lily run upstairs, and followed.

Doria complained to her husband: "How old are you when you forget your mother when you have a daughter-in-law?"

Lily knocked on the door, "Hi, Harry, are you all right, I'm coming in?" As she spoke, she opened the door——

Lily stared at Severus dumbfounded, his face was covered with green clay, and he was trying to cover himself up in a panic.

James followed closely, and with a "poof", all the uneaten bananas in his mouth were dedicated to the carpet in the room.

"puff--!"

"puff……"

Two more beeps, and Doria and Charles, who came to join in the fun, turned tremblingly and went downstairs.

Snape's face was twisted, the green clay mask was cracked, and slag fell down.He glared at the black-haired and green-eyed culprit next to him, and roared, "Harry Potter—!"

Small theater TBC...

———Special statement———

This article was renamed "[HP] and the Professor's childhood sweetheart", and the original title was "[HP] Back to 1975".

Everyone voted for me... It's because the previous name was too serious, so I had to change it to a more simple and easy-to-understand name with a selling point... Poor me... We are so cold and tearful in this article!

Finally, I wish you all a happy Halloween~~