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What do you want to watch after the sweet confession?

For example—to push down, to follow or not to follow?

If you were really expecting to see a heart-pounding raw love action movie - you'd be wrong.

Those are the clumsy and honest Harry Potter and Severus the innocent virgin Snape. They are not Mrs. Zabini who is always ready to marry the next husband who gets inheritance by virtue of her beauty, let alone marry her when she is in love. A Lavender Brown who can drop everything and pounce.

Harry didn't even spend 10 minutes in Snape's bedroom before being thrown out after a war-like confession.

As someone who had a girlfriend before, Harry Potter bit the bullet and leaned over to kiss Snape on the lips.Harry swore their lips were just touching for no more than five seconds, but Snape pushed him away the next moment.

Snape's face was a little red from holding back, his expression became a little subtle, and his eyes were a little wandering, "It's better for us to... um - step by step."

Harry looked at him with wide-eyed eyes in surprise, which made his green eyes look even clearer, as clear as a child in the forest⑴—discordant, innocent, pure and beautiful.

"Okay... I just thought that kissing after confessing my love was the normal order. But I respect you." In fact, he was not mentally prepared to have any intimate contact with Snape so soon, which required strong psychological quality and Comprehensive psychological preparation.

Harry turned and walked to the bathroom, "It's late, aren't you going to bed?"

Snape looked at Harry annoyed, grabbed him by the back of the collar and dragged him to the door, opened the door forcefully and threw him out, "Potter! I doubt you really know the meaning of sleeping! Secondly, I suggest you look it up in a dictionary and find out what self-love is!"

Harry watched in bewilderment as Snape's door closed before his eyes.

Suddenly, the door opened again, and a small wooden stick hit Harry on the head and bounced away.Snape stared at him sinisterly, "One thing I forgot to say, in view of your previous bad record with me, Mr. Pott, don't let me see you flirting with any female creature... including man!"

Boom!The door closed again.

I never saw him talking so much nonsense when I came to his dormitory before.Harry picked up his wand, cast himself a few spells, and left Slytherin territory.

The night passed like this, and they stayed in their respective dormitories for a good night's sleep. There was no passionate letter play, let alone affectionate cuddling.

If you feel disappointed, then all I can say is—sorry, I poured too much syrup into your eyes and blinded your eyes, so that you only saw the good side, but forgot the cruelty of war.

Today's Death Eaters are in full swing. It is rumored that Death Eaters have infiltrated the Ministry of Magic. Sooner or later, the government will be a puppet in the hands of mysterious people.

More and more people joined the Death Eaters, singing their praises for their evil deeds, and the half-bloods tried every means to conceal their blood and origins.But people still die.

No one is not afraid of power.And Iron Fist, which has no rules of the game, will make everyone frightened.

Harry graduated and boarded the Hogwarts Express with his friends.

The Hogwarts castle grew further and further away, until it finally faded out of Harry's sight.

He thought he would be sad, but no.He just took one last look at Hogwarts, then turned his head and joined the conversation of the raiders with great interest.

"We plan to get married as soon as we get back." James proudly announced, holding Lily's hand, "You are all best men, so there is nothing wrong with this matter."

Remus took a deep breath and complained, "You've said it countless times, this isn't news James."

"...Okay, let's discuss the guest list then?"

"Merlin..." Peter pretended not to hear, and munched on the sandwich.

"As long as there are no members of the Black family," Sirius said.

James nodded, "No problem Mr. Black."

Sirius: "..."

This time Doria didn't come to pick them up, Harry had cast a secrecy spell, the less Doria appeared, the safer he would be.But this didn't affect their good mood. Harry, James and Sirius chose to Apparate. You must know that at Hogwarts, they didn't have much chance to play this trick.

The three apparated to the gate of Potter Manor.

Potter Manor is still so warm and beautiful. It is not as solemn and serious as most pure-blood families, but beautiful.It doesn't have cathedral-like gray walls, but a small light brown wooden building with a dark red roof, plus patches of grass and wildflowers in the yard, making it all look as beautiful as a fairy tale.

Harry strode to the door.

The door was suddenly opened, and Doria stood at the door with a sullen face as if facing an enemy, staring firmly at Harry who was running ahead, like a female leopard ready to go.But when she saw their faces clearly, Doria breathed a sigh of relief, and went up to Harry and hugged Harry tightly.

"Welcome back, children!" Doria hugged Harry and James so hard that even Sirius couldn't escape her passionate offensive.Doria welcomed them into the house with unprecedented enthusiasm.

"What's the matter, Mom?" Harry keenly noticed something unusual, and he looked at Doria warily, "What happened?"

The smile on Doria's face became stiff, and finally, it could no longer hang on her face.

The sound of flushing came from the bathroom in the living room on the first floor, and Harry looked in the direction of the sound.

A man in a wheelchair came out of the bathroom door, and he smiled enthusiastically at them, "Come on, mom has prepared a big meal for you."

The living room fell into dead silence, and the original laughter disappeared in an instant.

James' face became as horrible as death. He looked at the man in the wheelchair in disbelief, and couldn't believe that it was his father.

Doria took a deep breath, turned around, bent down and hugged Charles, she kissed his forehead tenderly, then straightened up and strode towards the kitchen.

"...Dad?" James' voice was very soft, he hesitated and walked over, "Dad...how, how..."

Sirius looked at Charles' legs uneasily, and he stepped up and patted James on the shoulder.

"Hey - I can smell the aroma of coffee!" Harry exclaimed suddenly, the voice seemed so abrupt and ridiculous in the quiet room.He walked up to Charles quickly, wanting to hug his old father, but he couldn't bend down at all.

James ran over suddenly and pushed Harry away. He looked down at the blanket covering Charles' body, panting violently, and suddenly yelled: "What's going on...? This What the hell is going on?! Why didn't we tell us!?"

Charles looked at him with apologetic eyes, "I didn't want to affect your studies so I didn't tell you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for making you face this at such a young age..."

As he spoke, Charles lifted off the thin blanket covering his body, revealing two empty trouser legs.He looked at James standing in front of him, weeping like a child, and couldn't help laughing, "James, a man doesn't have to rely on two legs to stand up to the sky."

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The future is changed, indeed it is.

The cemetery in Godric's Hollow should have had a new headstone bearing the names of Charles Potter and Doria Potter.They should have died one day in April 1978, they should have died in a Death Eater attack, they should have died heroically with seven Death Eaters.

But they didn't.

In the warm spring days, the world has become more and more uneven, but Charles still insists on going to work at the Ministry of Magic every day, even though his youngest son swears that something will happen, even though Doria is worried about his safety.

A man cannot stand up straight with just two legs.

Until May 5, the Potters were attacked by Death Eaters.They wore hoods, and Charles had no way of knowing who they were.They shot and killed three villains, but had no chance to see their true colors.The other four Death Eaters clung to them like rats smelling meat.

Charles lost his legs in order to protect his wife, and he lost his legs forever by black magic.At the last moment before he fell unconscious, he activated the Portkey and took Doria back to Potter Manor.

"We have to bear it, your father is very afraid of the cold now."

The room was so stuffy that it was almost deathly hot, and even in July there was still a fire burning in the fireplace.

Doria, as usual, took care of everything thoughtfully. She covered Charles with a thin blanket and cast a cooling spell on everyone except Charles to make sure they didn't suffer from heat stroke in the house.

The mistress of the Potter family clapped her hands, and a table of delicious food appeared on the dining table.She tried so hard to create the same or more pleasant atmosphere as before, but failed.The more enthusiastic she is, the more silent the children are.

Sirius had no appetite at all, and James couldn't eat at all.There was only Harry, who was struggling to swallow the food in front of him, but his expression seemed to be swallowing poison.

Charles patted Harry on the head and gave him a smile.

"I—" James put down the knife and fork suddenly, the sound of the knife and fork hitting the porcelain was unusually loud, and the atmosphere on the table was unbearably silent, "I plan to join the Order of the Phoenix."

"No," Doria raised her glass and took a sip of the red wine, she suddenly smiled, "I don't agree, never."

James looked at Charles with pleading eyes, but the father who had always taught his son "to be a man must be upright", was silent at this moment.

"Please——" James looked at them, "The Order of the Phoenix trains us! We will become strong, and they will protect the families of the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and they will sign a non-disclosure agreement with me!"

"How do you know this?" Doria asked softly, staring at James. "James, how do you know this, huh?" She looked at Harry sharply. "Harry? Tell me."

Harry slowly put down the spoon, looked at the thick soup in the bowl, "I..." Harry raised his eyes, and he saw tears streaming down the corners of Doria's eyes.

Doria looked at her well-behaved young son, hoping hopefully that he would explain that they had heard a rumor from someone, but he didn't.He just looked at Doria apologetically with his clear green eyes.

Doria seemed to be in an ice cave, "How could... how could you treat me like this—!?" Doria beat the table hard, her hair loosened, as if she was crazy, "You bastards ——!”

"Mom, I just want to protect you!"

"We don't need your protection!" Doria stood up, raised her hand and hit James in the face with all her strength, her voice was sharp and shrill, "I'd rather die before you! As long as I live, you Just don't ever think about going to the Order of the Phoenix—!"

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This was the most painful day Harry had ever experienced in his life. Even facing Voldemort and countless Death Eaters, he had never felt so uncomfortable.

A tear from Doria's mother would have driven him to the brink.

But he could only join the Order of the Phoenix, and he had to.

But he could not tell Doria the truth.He can't tell her everything at this time.Tell her that the little son she loves is not real, tell her that she will most likely lose his son and daughter-in-law in the near future, that he cannot tell her that her grandson has chosen the most difficult path after all the hardships he has endured. way.

Harry shut himself in the room and opened the window to breathe.

He took out a pen and paper from the drawer, hesitated for a long time, and wrote:

Will you stay away from Death Eaters for me?

Harry looked at the line of writing, crumpled it up vigorously and threw it aside.He re-wrote one: Charles was attacked by Death Eaters, and he might be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

He scratched his hair vigorously, tossing it aside again.He frowned tightly and exhaled.He lay prone on the table, imagining Snape's sullen face in his mind, and wrote in his own ugly dog-crawling: — I want to see you.

More than an hour later, the fat girl Hedwig sent a reply, and Harry couldn't wait to open it. There were also only two lines of words on it: It's an honor to receive your love letter, Mr. Pott.

I'll be home after six o'clock tomorrow night.

Harry dropped the letter, cursing with his mouth curled up, "Little snot."