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In late May 1980, the Dark Lord mobilized some of his staff and started hunting down members of the Order of the Phoenix.He began to pay attention to the family stories of members of the Order of the Phoenix, and by coincidence, he learned that both the Longbottom and the Potter family would welcome a new baby at the end of July.

At the end of May 1980, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix moved from Godric's Hollow to the Longbottom House, but the Dark Lord turned his finger on the Potter House.

In early June, Peter Pedirou was seriously injured during a mission. He was tortured almost insane by the Death Eaters and was admitted to St. Munger's intensive care unit. He has never appeared in the Order of the Phoenix meeting since.

Everything was going as Dumbledore expected.

And life became more and more difficult.

Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, the two busiest places for wizards in England, are now depressed and dilapidated.One store after another was closed, and the Dark Lord almost ransacked these stores, not to mention the dementors who visited almost every day.They hovered in the sky, like dark clouds, and they went wherever there were many people.They are completely out of the supervision of the Ministry of Magic, wantonly sucking people's happiness and soul.

Even shopping became difficult at this time, let alone the Potters who had to disguise themselves to go out.

Potter Manor has been hidden by magical means since the end of February 1978, and it has been more than two years now.Their supplies are usually sent directly to the manor by the Order of the Phoenix. Sometimes they will go out, but they will definitely get some Polyjuice Potion to disguise themselves.

But now compound decoctions and even the most common potions have become prohibited items, and no individual in any store is allowed to make or buy them. Even the herbal medicine store has been ordered to close, and all goods must be handed over.But no one knows where all those gadgets have been handed over. The Ministry of Magic is now as close as a family to the Death Eaters.

There are not many families like the Potters who can still eat good food. The price of three onions in the market now used to be enough to buy meals for a day.If it wasn't for the rich family of the Potter family, who followed the advice of their sons and filled the storage room with food, they would never have such good conditions.

In the early morning, voices came from outside the room, Harry turned over and hugged the young man beside him, and rubbed against his broad back affectionately.

Not long after there was a knock on the door, Harry grumbled dissatisfiedly, and hugged the man even harder.

"Oh my god... I'm not a snot-nosed person!"

Unable to bear it, Remus turned around and pinched Harry's nose. Harry's mouth was open and he continued to pant, still sleeping peacefully.

Remus: "..."

He decisively tore off Harry's quilt, turned sideways and grabbed his nose hard.

"Ah!" Harry woke up suddenly, clutching his pinched red nose, "What are you doing?!"

The door was opened, and Doria stood outside, "It's... breakfast." She opened her eyes wide and looked at Harry and Remus, who were rolling naked together.

Harry looked at his mother blankly, and before he could react, Remus pushed him aside and almost rolled out of bed.

Remus hurriedly explained: "We have nothing!"

Doria squinted at Harry.

"Harry just mistook me for Severus!"

Doria's expression became even more dissatisfied.

It wasn't until this time that Harry got up, pulled out clothes from the suitcase and put them on, and after reassuring that he and Remus didn't have any feelings beyond friendship, he pushed his mother downstairs together.

"Who says we don't have super friendship?" Remus said after Harry.

"...Really?" Harry looked at Remus embarrassingly, and he noticed that Snape was sitting on the first floor looking at him coldly.

Remus showed a tender and affectionate smile, "You hugged me so tightly last night," he continued, looking at Harry's panicked expression, "So tight, so tight, you didn't want to let go until this morning— —”

"You clearly know—" I thought you were Snape!

"I know you love me, there's no need to emphasize it any more." Remus didn't give Harry a chance to speak at all, he reached out and brushed Harry's hair, and sat down on the dining table cheerfully.

Everyone at the table looked at Harry, Snape and Remus at the same time.Snape sat next to Harry, almost like a statue.

Although Peter had moved, Remus still shared a room with Harry, and the vacated room was reserved for Snape as a potion-making room.Because of this, Remus got angry at Snape every chance he got, and Harry's habit of cuddling while sleeping gave him a golden opportunity.

Lily tried hard to find some relaxing topics. She mentioned the things in school, and said with nostalgia: "It's great to be like in school before. We eat and study together."

"That's right, that's because we have to preempt the Room of Responsive Request." Sirius said flatly.

Lily choked, "Uh, but everyone is very happy, aren't they, haha."

James spread butter on the slice of bread, "Um, as long as Harry can keep his snotty temper in check, it's fine...uh..."

Lily thoughtfully handed James two more slices of bread, "Eat slowly, honey, don't choke."

It's not that the whole family doesn't go into each other. In some respects, Lily and Doria actually have a lot of similarities, especially in how they treat their husbands.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became tense.Snape shifted his chair and cast a sharp glance at James Potter and Black the dog.

Charles put down the cutlery, sat at the table and looked at Snape, "What are your plans for the near future?"

Snape replied, "Haven't thought much about it."

Charles hummed and didn't speak again. After deliberating for a while, he didn't speak again.

Snape's occupation was the most mysterious in the family.Thanks to him, the Potters always had potions to drink, including the rare Polyjuice Potion.It's just that Charles never knew who he was working for, only that he made potions for people.

Doria said to Snape with a nonchalant expression, "I think what he asked was about your and Harry's plans. When do you plan to marry Harry?"

With a puff, James squirted the milk back into the glass.

Everyone at the table was embarrassed. Snape looked at Harry with a delicate expression, while the other party was looking at Doria with his mouth open.

Anyone can see that Xiao Pote is at the bottom.

Doria glanced at the eldest son, and continued to ask: "Haven't thought about it?"

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched, but he was always a little reserved when facing Doria.Snape was always as helpless as Harry for this lady who was passionate, enthusiastic and domineering.And in the past half a month or so, Doria's attitude towards him is not a bit worse than before.He cleared his throat, "...we've talked and talked about getting married, but we haven't made any concrete plans yet."

Doria wiped her mouth, nodded and said nothing, it was unclear whether she was happy or opposed.

Harry suddenly became nervous, "It's not urgent, let's talk about it later. And I think...well, Severus would be happy to marry me." Nep left the table.

Doria has never been a good aunt next door to the Holy Mother. She was worried about her two little bastards. As a result, she failed to find a satisfactory daughter-in-law one by one.The eldest son fell in love with a Muggle witch, that's all, anyway, she is a woman, anyway, she can still count on the second son.But what happened?He took it upon himself to live in a man's house!Still such a lackluster man.

Doria, who was born in the pure-blood noble Black family, could not change some traditional arguments, which was the education she had been receiving since she was born.And Mr. Snape is a half-breed, not tall and mighty enough, nor handsome enough.

But what can I do?Harry was born at the wrong time and encountered the era of the Dark Lord. In order to protect his family, he joined the Order of the Phoenix, trained and worked hard every day, and now he got a strange disease.Her poor little son just wants to be with the person he likes, so how can she bear to say no.

She chewed the food in her mouth vigorously, watched the two people run upstairs with lowered eyes, put down the knife and fork in her hand heavily, and snorted coldly.

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The guest room on the second floor has a large table and bookshelves, as well as several sets of tongs and potion making utensils.It has been transformed into a potions workshop.Because the development of potions is dangerous, they asked the house elves to set up several protective spells.

Harry was lazily lying on the recliner in the workshop at this moment.Due to his physical problems, he has been given privileges such as occasional vacations.

He took a bottle of wine he found from the cabinet and drank it himself.The alcohol content of this wine is very low and tastes more like grape juice with a touch of alcohol.

Snape strode over and snatched his bottle of wine, placing it on top of the cabinet, making sure Pot's little paws couldn't reach the bottle.Harry looked at him contemptuously. Doesn't the snotluck know that there are people called wizards in this world?

Snape said seriously: "No alcohol." After speaking, he picked up a small bottle of potion from the table and handed it to Harry, "Drink it." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the bookcase.

Harry held the medicine bottle, looked at Snape with his back turned to him, and quickly poured the potion into the flower pot beside him.Then he brought the medicine bottle to his mouth, stuck out his tongue and licked the mouth of the bottle, then wrinkled his face and wailed, "What's this smell?!"

Snape turned his head and said slowly: "The main ingredient is the red-tailed bellyworm."

"..." Harry silently rejoiced in his heart, fortunately he didn't drink it.

He threw the potion bottle on the table like avoiding cockroaches, drank a few sips of water and lay back on the recliner.

Sunlight came in from the small window, and he was lying by the window, listening to the rustling leaves outside, closing his eyes and almost falling asleep.

Snape was sitting at the desk at this time, and in front of him was a simple form with several dates recorded: from October 10th to 24th, he was in a coma for one day and two nights.

From March 3th to 7th, he was in a coma for three days and two nights.

From May 5th to 13th, he was in a coma for six days.

This pattern is not difficult to figure out. From the beginning of the coma time of less than two days, to three days to six days, the time of coma has almost doubled.The interval has been shortened from the initial four months to two months and three days.

Snape looked down at the timetable, his voice was as calm as numb, and he said: "The fourth coma will probably start tomorrow, around fourteen days."

But no one answered him.

Snape stood up and walked over to Harry's side, bending down and squatting beside the chair.He patted Harry's cheek cautiously, but he didn't respond, as if he was still soundly asleep.His face was still rosy, and his whole face was flushed, as if he was drunk.

Snape picked Harry up, and he sat on the couch, holding Harry in his arms.He was like a doll to be manipulated by Snape.

half a month.This time he will be in a coma for half a month.So next time, next time?The interval time is shortened exponentially, the coma time is doubled, and finally, the long sleep cannot be afforded.

Snape's face turned pale, and he collapsed into the chair, hugging Harry tightly.

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In St. Mungo's ward, Peter Pedilou curled up on the bed, his face was as pale as paper, and he stared blankly at the door.

He shrank, crawled, trembling like a mouse, even the slightest movement outside could make him tremble.

He grabbed the quilt and covered his head, even though it was June, it seemed that he couldn't drive away the coldness, the penetrating coldness that came from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He said to himself in a very small voice, "I'm not... I can't help myself..."