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Harry sat primly on the sofa in the living room, watching Snape walk in and out of the room and tidy up the room.

Snape tidied up the living room, walked into the bedroom, and walked out with two suitcases after a while.

"Why are you moving my luggage?" Harry stood up abruptly, staring at Snape and the suitcase in his hand, the dragonhide suitcase that Snape had bought for him.

There was no expression on Snape's face. He looked up at Harry, threw the suitcase in front of him, and said, "Go home."

The blood on Harry's face faded quickly.

"You...you can't drive me away..." Harry's voice began to tremble, his eye circles turned red, and he yelled angrily at Snape, "You bastard—!"

Snape walked up to Harry, his back as straight as a fir tree, which made Harry look even more embarrassed.

Snape lowered his head and lowered his eyes and stared at Harry coldly, "First of all, this is my home, I can let you live in and I can also let you go. Second, I'm not an asshole."

Tears streamed down his cheeks, he lowered his head and stared angrily at the buttons on Snape's chest, pushed away Snape who was standing too close, clenched his fist with his right hand and swung at Snape with all his might s face.

Snape snorted coldly, raised his hand to hold the fist he was hitting, he clenched Harry's fist and pushed hard, Harry fell down on the sofa.

"Do you think you can still hit me with the same move?" He snorted meanly, and his unhurried attitude further highlighted Harry's embarrassment.

Harry slumped on the couch with his arms up to cover his face, sobbing like he was dying, he kicked Snape's legs hard, and there was a sound like a child wailing in the house.

"Are you planning to defeat the mysterious man with this trick?" Snape bent down and pulled Pott's arm away from his face, grabbing him up and trying to make him sit up straight, but was met with Pott's misfortune Resisting, he smacked Snape's arm with two paws.

Snape let go of his hand, and Pot fell face down on the sofa again with a muffled "boom".

The cry grew louder.

Snape's expression loosened a bit. He looked at Harry, grinned reluctantly, and muttered coldly, "This kind of trick is also useful for some people."

Snape was holding the luggage in one hand, and with the other hand he pulled Pott hard. When the other party refused to cooperate, Snape grabbed Pott's neck and pulled him over to pinch Pott under his armpit.Then, Apparated.

The lights in Spinner's End went out the moment they left, and the whole room became dark.The living room on the first floor of Potter Manor was brightly lit, and Harry's relatives and friends gathered here.

With a soft "snap", Snape arrived at Potter Manor with three pieces of luggage.He put down the two suitcases in his left hand, and let go of the large "luggage" held in his right hand by the way.

Harry finally stopped crying, but the tears were still falling down.

Doria stood up to meet him. She nodded towards Snape and asked, "What's wrong with Harry?"

Snape glanced at Pott and said maliciously: "Obviously, he doesn't want to come back to you."

Doria's face instantly became long, and she twitched the corners of her mouth at Snape with a half-smile, "Your room is in the guest room on the second floor, and we don't want you to live with Harry. I think You don't mind, do you?"

Harry's tears stopped abruptly, and he looked at them blankly.

"Yes, ma'am." Snape picked up his luggage, greeted Lily politely, and went upstairs.

Doria turned her head to look at Harry, and hugged her second son hard. She showed Harry a gentle and charming smile, "Now let's talk about why you don't want to come back?"

James, who was sitting next to her, quickly helped Lily up, and slipped back to the room with an excuse that the pregnant woman needed more rest.Charles put away the newspaper without embarrassment, took the cup and slipped away, and the other three looters also said haha ​​casually, and ran away one by one.

Only mother and son were left in the bustling living room just now, Harry stared at Doria timidly with wide eyes.

"Isn't it good enough for mom? Why are you so unwilling to come back and live with mom?" Doria held Harry in her arms and rubbed his messy little black hair, "My poor sweetheart baby."

Harry shuddered suddenly, suddenly thinking of Aunt Petunia and her Dada, whom he hadn't missed for a long time.

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The long-lost Porter Manor is still fresh and warm. The small building on the second floor is decorated delicately and warmly, not as luxurious and dignified as those pure-blood nobles.Although the Potter family is also a pure blood noble, but since Lily married in, the word pure blood had to be removed.

Harry lay on his soft bed, looked dissatisfied at Remus who just came out of the bathroom, and muttered absently: "Why do you live in the same room with me..."

Remus dried his hair and fell on the bed, "You asked Harry three times."

"But shouldn't you share a room with Sirius?"

Although Porter Manor is a small two-story building, it is actually not particularly large. The first floor is the living room, dining room, kitchen, storage room and public washroom. The second floor is used for living. There are six bedrooms in total. Three rooms are the permanent residence of the Potter family, and the remaining three rooms are not enough for four people.Now that James has married his wife, it is naturally impossible to live with others.

"Your dear mother said it's not safe for you to live in a room alone." Remus stretched out his hand to rub Harry's hair, but he hadn't finished yet—Mrs. One is not very safe either.

"What's unsafe?!"

"Because Mr. Snape also lives in a room by himself."

Harry: "..."

Is a mother like Doria lucky or unlucky?

"So you were sent by my mother to spy on me?" Harry sat up awkwardly, "But obviously she doesn't understand your gentle and considerate personality enough."

Remus was lying on his side, propping his head up and looking at Harry, "But she obviously knows that I have a penchant for sharing other people's little secrets."

Harry: "..."

Harry lay back on the bed, pulling the thin blanket over his head.

The bed trembled, and Harry felt Remus move closer to him.Immediately afterwards, he heard Remus say: "But if you sneak into Severus' room and put an anti-tap charm on it, it will be difficult for me to discover your little secret."

Harry lifted the quilt, blinked his big green eyes and looked at Remus affectionately, "Why are you always so understanding—"

"Because I've always loved you dearly—"

Harry gave him a big hug, rolled over and got off the bed. He was wearing short-sleeved shorts, revealing his bare thighs.Just as Harry was about to put on his trousers, the clothes were snatched away by Remus.He winked at Harry, "Go ahead, it's good. Also, don't wear shoes."

Harry pouted at him, and tiptoed out of the room.

Snape's room was at the end of the corridor, and Harry walked past Sirius and Peter's door on his feet, and slipped into Snape's bedroom.

The lights in Snape's room were not turned on, and it was pitch black all around. Harry reached out and pressed the button on the wall, and the whole room was brightened immediately.He picked up his wand, not forgetting to cast an anti-tap charm on the room.

Snape sat on the bed as if thinking about something, still dressed in the same outfit he had when he went out.Snape turned to look at him, squinting his eyes to endure the glare of the light, "Is it difficult to knock on the door, Mr. Potter?"

Harry stood at the door looking at Snape, he took a breath, and decisively gave up the verbal fight with him, "Severus."

Snape glanced at him, "Hmm."

Harry pursed his lips and smiled slightly, "Snotty."

Before Snape could utter a deadly sarcasm, he was thrown into the arms of a young man named Harry Potter.

Harry jumped onto the bed and straddled Snape's lap and hugged Snape tightly. He buried his face in Snape's shoulder and asked in a muffled voice, "Will you leave me...?"

Snape said nothing.

"sorry."

Snape remained silent.

Looking at Snape's expressionless face, Harry felt uneasy.Ever since Snape knew about their plan of action, they had been busy getting out of the hospital and moving, and he hadn't found a suitable opportunity to chat with Snape until now.

"I... I just don't want you to worry."

Snape's brows twitched, "Why don't you worry about me? Harry Potter, you still don't understand what the problem is!"

He pushed Harry hard, but Harry held him tightly and couldn't push him away.Snape glared at Harry fiercely, "I really want to ask you, what's it like to live with someone who will betray you?" He paused, "Oh—no, you wish, you Calculate this lover who lives with you, and try every means to make him betray you!"

Harry's arms around Snape tightened again, and he said nothing because he didn't know how to answer him.

Snape looked down at Harry, "There are so many people who are willing to work for You-Know-Who, Malfoy, Karkaroff, Black, anyone is more convincing than me, anyone can easily Make a choice. But why is it me?" He looked at Harry who was still silent, and lifted his chin vigorously, "Tell me, why is it me?!"

Good question, but Harry couldn't tell him all.

Just because Professor Dumbledore had told him the plan of action did not mean that Harry was from the future.

And Harry didn't want to tell him.Harry lowered his eyes guiltily, "I don't want to either..."

"Harry Potter! I want you to tell everything you know—!"

Harry's hand dropped limply, "I just, just don't want to lose you..."

"But you are already lost." Snape sneered cruelly, "You have been hiding something from me, so can I think that your original intention of being with me is not so sincere and pure?"

"Then why do you still live here? Wouldn't it be better not to see each other?"

The sadness that Snape was full of seemed to be blocked in his throat all of a sudden.The atmosphere was silent for a while.

Harry always had some little way to gag Snape.He smiled, hugged Snape and rested his chin on his shoulder, and asked softly, "Have you considered teaching at Hogwarts in the future?"

Harry couldn't see Snape's expression, only heard him answer two words: "No."

"Then have you considered whether we should get married in the future?"

This time Harry didn't wait for Snape's answer.

Harry continued, "Let's go to the Ministry of Magic to get an official certificate, and then to the Registrar's office to have me change my last name to Snape. Have you thought about that?"

The room was quiet, the two hugged each other quietly, Snape didn't speak, only Harry kept talking in a low voice.He talked about getting married, about the house, about the wedding, and even thought about the guest list.

Harry tilted his head, "Have you ever thought about it, we will be together decades later?"

He straightened up and looked at Snape, who saw his lips pursed and his dark eyes with an emotion he had never felt before.He saw Snape's lips move slightly, and it was a moment before he heard Snape reply in a hoarse voice, "I thought about it."

Harry couldn't help showing a big smile, his eyes were narrowed, tears were squeezed out of the corners of his eyes, and he replied softly, "I thought about it too."

Snape looked at him silently, "Dumbledore asked me to study the symptoms of your coma, he asked me to find out the law of your coma, and ensure that you can... fulfill your mission in the final battle."

He was asked by Dumbledore to take care of Harry, study his illness, and then personally send his lover to the battlefield.

"I promise you," said Harry, hugging him tightly, "I promise that everything we've thought about will come true. We'll get married and we'll always be together. I won't die. No matter what happens, I will Come back." He said every word: "I swear to you - I will not die."