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On departure day, Harry saw Snape on the platform, but they were surrounded by a group of Slytherins.Harry didn't even get a chance to say goodbye.

But so was Snape.

As usual, Papa Charles read books in his arms whenever he had free time. Doria and Aunt Petunia looked like twins with a long face. The atmosphere at home was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Snape was the same.The house in Spinner's End had never been much easier for him.

Harry began to miss Snape.I miss the simple way they used to get along, the time when they bickered, the days when they didn't get along well and satirized each other.Harry felt like a masochist.

Coincidentally, Snape also felt that he was not quite normal.

Harry was missing him a little bit, and Snape, he was thinking about Harry too.

Fortunately, though, Harry was almost finishing his dinner.

"I'm done eating." Harry sat on the chair, and he said solemnly, "I want to go back to the room and be alone." After finishing speaking, he went back to the room and put a Small do not disturb sign.

Harry's heart seemed to be beating a drum, and he couldn't rest for a moment. He stayed in the bedroom in fear for about 10 minutes. After making sure that no one would suddenly push the door in, he disapparated.

In view of the current situation, Harry decided to set the destination of Apparation in the living room at Spinner's End.

There was a snap, and suddenly there was another person in the living room where Snape was alone.Snape was taken aback, and stared at Harry Potter who broke into the house with a dumbfounded look on his face, as if he wanted to cast a curse on him.

"Politeness and punctuality, I wish you had at least one of those things. Pot, you just showed me how bad young people are these days."

"And you only let me see your premature aging."

Snape's expression suddenly became ferocious.

With his chest held high, Harry walked over and sat down on the sofa next to Snape.He looked at Snape with a sincere expression, "Can't we live in peace, can't you just smile at me?"

Snape's mouth twitched, "After you won the battle?"

Harry accused him sincerely, "Careful."

Snape, who was poked into a shortcoming, glanced at Harry cautiously. Even though he was worried that this hard-won boyfriend might turn around and leave, the narrow-minded Snape still couldn't change his stink. He said with a firm tone: "Aha, why not let the magnanimous Mr. Potter come first?"

Harry lowered his head and curled his lips, and beside him, Snape was secretly looking at him, looking at him with a bit of embarrassing expectation in his eyes.

Harry didn't speak, he leaned back on the sofa, took a deep breath, and let it out again.

The young Snape pursed his lips, his eyes drooping, looking a bit listless.

"I miss your little eyes..."

Snape's gaze jerked upwards, and his whole body suddenly came alive.

Harry suddenly moved to his side and sniffed against his neck, which almost made the reserved Mr. Snape so nervous that he almost passed out.

Harry opened his eyes wide and asked, "Have you taken a shower?"

Snape's face flushed immediately, "Is it unusual for me to take a shower?!"

"It doesn't smell like potion." Harry stated the facts, "Did you change into new clothes?" He fiddled with Snape's neckline curiously.

So alive, so alive.Mr. Snape, who was too lively, blushed and didn't say a word.

Harry watched Snape change his face from the side, and he raised his eyebrows proudly.You know, he had suffered a lot with Snape back then, and the two of them couldn't just lose each other if they didn't.

Have a grudge?If you don't report now, when will you wait?

Harry grinned secretly, he collapsed into the sofa, resting his head on Snape's lap, "I miss your... poisonous mouth."

Snape sat on the sofa tensely, his heart beating, he could feel Harry beside him, so close.

Snape moved his body uncomfortably, but was immediately protested by Harry.Harry pulled Snape's clothes closer together than before, burying his face in the heels of his thighs.

"……What time do you go home?"

Snape tried to change the subject, but he realized he was wrong, which only made matters worse!Would you like to have someone stick it on your lap and say something?

Harry was silent for a moment, then said, "Another hour?"

Snape's face was getting redder and redder, his hands were tightly gripping the armrest of the sofa, but he didn't dare to move anymore.

"You don't smell like potions..." Harry muttered again, "It's unaccustomed."

Harry talked about the conversation again, briefly talking about the situation at home, saying that he was now afraid to face Doria.

Snape's home was not comfortable, the ventilation was not good enough, the air smelled of dampness and potions, the sofa was not comfortable, the cotton pads had been pressed thin long ago, and one could feel the air underneath when lying on it. The wood held his bones, but Harry was still sleepy.

He curled his legs up there, and couldn't help yawning. He was a little sleepy, and he closed his eyes and asked vaguely, "...what shall we do in the future?"

Snape's expression was slightly deformed, becoming a little weird.He didn't speak, and after an unknown period of time, Harry fell asleep, and there was the sound of gentle breathing.

Snape looked down at Harry, running his fingers lightly through his hair.He carefully observed Harry's profile, half-length black hair covering his face.Snape's fingers moved to Harry's face, stroking gently.

Snape was used to being alone, he was used to being alone, to eat alone, to walk alone, to be alone in an empty room.

But now he was afraid.

Now he is used to company, he is used to someone chatting with him, someone celebrating his birthday, and someone staying with him.

Snape used to have nothing, he could sneer at anyone and anything without fear.But now he was afraid, but what he was afraid of was so ridiculous-he began to be afraid of loneliness.

Perhaps Snape's touch was too gentle, making Harry's face itchy, he muttered something, raised his hand and scratched his face.

Snape withdrew his hand abruptly, and looked away pretending to be doing nothing.

Three hours had passed by the time Harry woke up, he complained loudly to Snape, quickly straightened himself up and turned his face, when he returned to the living room, he saw that Snape was still Sitting on the sofa.

"Can't you send me off?" The kind-hearted Harry began to become picky.

Snape's mouth was tightly pursed, and he glared at Harry, "Apparate, and get out of here."

Harry looked at him dissatisfied, and decided to cancel the good night kiss plan, he said angrily: "Shut up."

Snape pursed his lips and said nothing. After watching Harry leave, he stood up slowly and limped to the tongs.

His leg is numb.

Harry's good mood is destined not to last long, when he appeared in the bedroom of Potter Manor, it was Doria who greeted him first.

Doria sat on Harry's bed, she looked haggard, "Where have you been?"

Harry opened his mouth, but couldn't answer her.

"I thought you were dead!" Doria covered her eyes, but tears flowed from her fingers. She murmured, "I thought you were dead..."

They had been ambushed two months ago, and Doria was in a bit of a panic now, her husband had lost both legs, and she didn't want to lose another son.

Doria was a woman, a wife, a mother, and she was never great, never that strong.She just wants to snuggle in her husband's arms, watch her children grow up healthy and happy, and watch them get married and have children.She has never been strong, and she can't be a heroic mother.

Harry stammered a little: "Mom... I just went out for a stroll."

"Where did you go? The Order of the Phoenix!?" Doria suddenly yelled, "What kind of secret soup did they give you to make you work so hard for them?! They made you disregard life and death, and made you disregard us Already?!"

"No, no!" Harry hesitated, not even daring to touch the angry Doria.He had never encountered such a situation.There was some timidity in his eyes, and he moved in front of Doria, "I'm not..."

Doria's hand dropped limply, and she took a deep breath, "Do you know what you're doing? You're sending yourself to your death. Even your father... What about you? You young people always think about getting ahead, I want to be a hero, but have you ever thought about us? I don't want anything, I just want you all to live healthy and healthy..."

She hugged Harry, hugging him almost as hard as she could.

"Mom..." Harry took a deep breath and wiped his eyes in embarrassment, "Mom, I just want to protect you, I love you...I just want our family to continue to live safely."

Doria's arms tightened a bit, and she rubbed Harry's hair vigorously, "I don't want to be the one left behind, and the price is losing you all."

Even though he was strangled, Harry didn't break free from Doria, he hugged his mother back hard, and the mother and son snuggled up on the bedside.

The door was opened, and Sirius stood at the door and looked at them, interrupting the mother and son in embarrassment, "Uh...Charles asked me to see if you have finished talking?"

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If you want Doria to compromise, you must not come hard. As far as this is concerned, James will never be able to grasp it well.

But fortunately, Charles Potter was still on their side. After being teased by James for an afternoon, Mr. Charles Potter completely rebelled, and planned to do the same to Doria.

After graduation, Harry stayed at home for a few days and got busy, remembering the promise he had made to Professor Dumbledore.But he didn't get any job, except to continue training.

The raiders were also joining the Order of the Phoenix, and even Doria tried to stop James, and the Death Eaters completely angered James.James is notoriously short-tempered, no one can stop him, and he will kick himself if he is in a hurry.

James and Harry formed a team and trained together.But Harry has been training for half a year, but he still can't go on the mission.But Sirius and Remus have completed the short-term training and are already able to perform some simple tasks.Every time he heard that they had seen something new, Harry always felt envious.

The intensity of Harry's training is always increasing, and the difficulty of training is always increased when Harry starts to get impatient. Harry has learned almost all the available magic.The only thing that gives him some balance is that James is also with him.

This kind of headless training made Harry upset. He always wanted to meet Professor Dumbledore, but even though the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix he was in was Professor Dumbledore's home, the old headmaster never showed up once, just like the world. Like evaporated.

For two full months, Harry hadn't even had time to go home or see Snape.He could only write a short message and send it before going to bed, but sometimes Harry didn't always get a reply from Snape.He said in the letter that he had been brewing medicine non-stop.

"All of us have been trained for three years, and you have only been trained for six months now." Kingsley patted Harry on the shoulder vigorously, "Patience, boy, people without patience can't do this."

Bloody patience.

At the end of 1978, the weather was cold very early, and the wind at night was so chilling. Except for the strong Kingsley, everyone else took out long-sleeved clothes and put them on.

It has been half a month since the last time the Ministry of Magic publicly interrogated Death Eaters.In the more than four months after Harry graduated, people were constantly being killed. The Ministry of Magic, which was once in a hurry, is now afraid to hold a decent interrogation.

Lummus Gump, editor-in-chief of London's "Magical Times", died at his home, which was nearly half destroyed by the bombing, and his body was buried in the rubble and smashed by the bombing.His youngest son, only ten years old, was hanged with his mother in the woods nine miles from home.

The editor-in-chief has been fighting against the evil forces of the Death Eaters. He is a respectable gentleman, but what he got was a lonely funeral.He published more than fifty anti-criminal articles, and thousands of people read the "Magic Currents", but there were only a few people at his funeral.Because people are afraid.

James was one of the personnel who participated in the search and rescue operation. After four months of training, he was finally assigned the task. He was full of confidence to save people, but they only found two bodies, one large and one small.It was his first mission in the Order of the Phoenix, but he was depressed for a whole week.

James found an old issue of The Magical Times, cut out an article from one of the Muggles, and sent it home.It was this article that finally moved Doria.

"At first, they hunted down the witches, I'm not a witch, I don't speak; then they hunted the Order of the Phoenix, I'm not the Order of the Phoenix, I didn't speak; later, they hunted down the Order of the Phoenix I am not a member of the Order of the Phoenix, and I continued to say nothing; after that, they hunted down the White Wizard, and I was not a White Wizard, so I still kept silent; in the end, they came straight to me, but no one stood up again I've spoken." ① Every time James goes on a mission and sees a bloody corpse, he can't help but vomit, but that doesn't make him timid, but arouses his fighting spirit and hatred even more.He began to go out on missions frequently, sometimes to deliver news, and sometimes to participate in search and rescue.He was rarely sent to the front line against the Death Eaters. Although he always wanted to go, his boss Shaker Kingsley always said that he was not suitable. Instead, Sirius always led him every day. Come back with an injury.

James and Lily's marriage was put on hold, and he never mentioned it again, but he asked Professor Dumbledore to bring the Evans family under the protection of the Order of the Phoenix.James was starting to mature, he was starting to look like a man, not a big boy.

There were good and bad things about this change, the good thing was that Harry didn't have to worry about his half-baked brother messing up his conversation again, but the bad thing was that Harry's rare break was not as lively as it used to be.

But Lily is optimistic, and she finds that her fiancé is finally a breadwinner instead of a trouble maker all along.

Ah, by the way, Lily also joined the Order of the Phoenix without telling her parents.

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The winter of 1978 came very early, and the sky was gray, as if a snowstorm would come at any time.But this doesn't affect the mood of the friends at the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, they are all looking forward to this year's Christmas with all their hearts.

Harry is eagerly looking forward to Christmas, because he can get a week-long Christmas holiday.Harry was almost going crazy from the training, he would rather follow Sirius to hunt down the Death Eaters than stay in that empty training room.

And Professor Dumbledore, who has never seen anyone, came one step ahead of Christmas.

Harry felt as if he hadn't seen Professor Dumbledore in a long time.He looked better than he had been at prom, but he was still pale.

Professor Dumbledore called Harry into the room alone to talk. He took out a few things and placed them on the table in front of Harry.

It's the locket, and the Ravenclaw diadem.

"I found them." Professor Dumbledore's face was light and cheerful. "And Nagini and you - haven't been made yet. We only have two Horcruxes left now."

Harry stared blankly at the two Horcruxes on the table. He didn't expect that Dumbledore had already done it. He always thought that these were his responsibility.

"Is there one more? There should be seven in total. And... the Ring of Resurrection." Harry's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Professor Dumbledore in disbelief, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore Hands covered by sleeves.

The old man winked at Harry and raised his right hand, with a white glove on it, like an old child. "Here it is."

"You have... destroyed it?" Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Dumbledore's attitude seemed to give him a reassurance. After all, this is Principal Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the magic world. one.

"Yes, it's not a Horcrux anymore." Principal Dumbledore smiled at Harry, "I'm sorry Harry...but I have accepted my fate."

Headmaster Dumbledore took off his gloves, revealing his charred right hand that looked like a dry branch.And there was a ring on it.

Harry sat in the chair, unable to utter a word with his mouth open.

Dumbledore put his hands down, but he didn't put them back on.His hands were on the table, right in front of Harry.There was no trace of depression or cowardice on the centenarian's face, "We all paid a huge price, Harry...and sometimes, we have no choice."

"But what about Voldemort?" Harry looked at the old man in a daze.

"Harry, we have to hurry up, we have to end the battle before you are born, so that nothing will go wrong." Dumbledore raised his right hand, fixed his eyes on Harry, not allowing him to back down in the slightest , "Two years, I still have two years."