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Intimacy between lovers is not just about relationship or physical.

When you really fall in love with someone, when you love him deeply and wish you could integrate him into your flesh and blood, your hearts will stick together.

This is love.

It has great power, it can make the lame dance, the blind can paint, it can change the whole world.It has been sung by poets for thousands of years. If you think those beautiful sentences are illusory and exaggerated, then you can go to the history books, and there must be some unforgettable and vigorous love stories recorded there.

It has a wonderful attraction. It has nothing to do with appearance, age or wealth. When you really fall in love with someone, all you care about is his soul.

And the soul of the man Snape loved was stuffed into the body of a little boy.

This sullen and stern man was standing on the podium, while the boy who was very similar to Harry was sitting under the stage, looking up at him with a focused expression.The other students were also watching him, but Snape felt that the green-eyed boy's gaze was extraordinarily hot.

Something seemed wrong to Snape, but something seemed right again.

Snape looked away annoyed, he saw that damned brat looking at him intently, and then licking his lips at him... erotic licking lips!

For a whole week, he has been harassed by a student!An 11-year-old boy, harassing his professor, who is also a gloomy, ugly and strict old man who is 20 years older than him!He should be glad the brat with the trolls in his head hasn't got his claws up his ass yet.

No matter where Snape went in these two days, he could "run into" Mr. Potter.As they passed, Snape could feel the boy's body brush against his thighs and arms, or some veiled physical contact.He would always look at him silently with those green eyes, full of emotion.

But he is only an 11-year-old child. Children have never been normal, let alone know what love is.

However, what Snape didn't expect was that the more extreme was yet to come. The little black-haired boy was taking notes while looking at him, his eyes focused as if only the professor was left in his eyes.No.Not the professor, but the man Snape.He bit his lip and looked at him obsessively, trying to tease his DADA professor with his eyes.

Snape had an inexplicable idea, he felt that the boy knew him, his eyes were so clear, as if he could see right through him.

Yes, his life is not that complicated, anyone can easily see through him, he is just a man who has lost his lover and is no longer in love.He wasn't that difficult to understand, he just couldn't get up the energy to prepare a delicious dinner anymore, and the table alone was so empty that it made people panic.

Snape walked to the boy's desk expressionlessly, and looked at him coldly with downcast eyes.

The boy's face quickly turned red, then paled again.The students in the class looked over because Snape suddenly stopped lecturing. The green-eyed boy sat cramped on his seat, he clutched the hem of his clothes in a panic, his eye circles turned red quickly, and looked up at him.

Snape glanced at him one last time, and finally moved away. He pursed his lips and snorted coldly, "Page 27."

The boy moved uneasily on the chair, as if he wanted to turn around, but in the end, he sat upright obediently.Snape turned back and stood in front of him again, "Missing attention in class, Mr. Potter, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor."

The boy's face quickly became paler when he could see it, and he drooped his head, as if he was about to cry.

There was a wonderful sense of superiority and revenge-like pleasure on Snape's face. It was easy for the old Bat Snape to crush the unrealistic little romance of an 11-year-old boy. Such as turning palms.

But obviously, Snape was thinking too simply. After the class ended, all the students rushed out, only the little green-eyed troll remained in the class.He slowly packed his schoolbag, and after a while, he finally stood up and walked towards Snape.

"Snape."

Snape's back was stiff, this little brat never refused to honestly call him professor or sir, he only called him Snape, even deducting points couldn't change his bad habit.

"Yes, sir'."

"I have something to say." Harry added wisely after seeing Snape's expression, "Sir."

"I'm not interested in anything about you," Snape refused coldly.He packed his things and turned to leave.

"...Wait!" Harry wanted to stop him, but an 11-year-old couldn't stop a grown man at all, "Damn it! Snotluck!"

Snape stopped abruptly.

"……it's me!"

Looking at Snape, Harry suddenly burst into tears. Standing behind Snape, he said in a trembling voice, "It's me...it's me, snotlite." He sniffed hard, his previous relaxed and calm Gone, replaced by deep uneasiness, "Don't want me, please..."

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In the corridor, a boy ran past quickly, his robe was too long, almost tripped him several times, but the boy still didn't care about it.He was holding a dirty box in his hand, and every time he took a step, there would be a rattling sound inside.

He ran up the stairs and pushed open the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"I found it!"

The boy was panting awkwardly on the desk, and Snape, he was sitting in the chair.

Snape's hair was hanging down in front of his face, and he lowered his head. Harry couldn't see his expression clearly, but he knew that Snape was definitely not in a happy mood.

"I... thought you were dead." Snape's voice was hoarse, his hands clenched his pants tightly, "I thought you were dead!"

Harry's breath caught.

He knew Snape loved him and he would forgive him.He could beg him to act coquettishly, but he couldn't do that.

Because it's not fair.

They missed a full 11 years.Snape didn't know it, he was tormented by pain and loss, from a young man to 31 years old, for 11 years, he wasted Snape for 11 years.

For 11 years, Snape had been kept in the dark by him, he had never told him the truth, he had never tried to share it with him.He was languishing in waiting, and Snape was growing old in pain.Now they met again, but what Snape saw again was an 11-year-old Harry Potter, a lover who had inexplicably turned into a child.

Harry picked up the dirty box, and carefully approached Snape.He crouched in front of Snape, looking up into his face.Some vicissitudes have been added to his face, and his over-mature and steady make him lifeless.

His hair was greasy, as if it hadn't been washed for a long time, and the fabric at the edge of the sleeves was worn smooth.

He is having a bad time.His face was sallow and looked lifeless and old.It's not about how many wrinkles are on his face, but that he looks so tired, like an old man.

Harry struggled to break off the lid of the box, his hands were blackened, he opened the box, and there was a pile of odds and ends inside.They looked even more dilapidated, yellowed from damp in the ground, with patches of light brown around the edges.

Harry took them out and placed them in front of Snape.He said, "We took this together. I found the camera." He picked up a photo of the little snotlite grinning like a weasel who stole a chicken, "I like this one the best. said he, "you're not smiling at all, but it's the first time I've seen you smile so naturally, though you look like a villain."

Harry took out one thing after another and handed them to Snape one by one, as if to prove that he was really the Harry Potter, he even told them all about their origins .

Snape watched without saying a word, and after a while, he suddenly came back to his senses.There was still a numb expression on his face, and his eyes didn't show much emotion.

Harry stood in front of him anxiously, and said what he had been most worried about for a long time: "Don't want me. Please..."

Snape suddenly snatched away the photos in his hand, threw them all back into the iron box, and said in a cold voice, "I'll take you to Potter's house tomorrow."

Harry: "...you're going to play this trick again!"

"You would rather watch me suffer for 11 years than tell me why." Snape calmly walked to the desk and packed up his lesson plans, "Even now you haven't mentioned why You will become a child."

He turned around abruptly, grabbed the boy by the collar, and the short Harry was almost lifted up by him.

Snape's throat was burning with pain, but when his hand grabbed the boy's collar, his hand trembled involuntarily, and he stared into Harry's eyes with hatred: "You owe me .”

Harry curled his lips with difficulty, his face was flushed, it was a painful thing to be strangled by his collar.But he didn't seem to care, stretched out his hand to grab Snape's arm, he stood on tiptoe with great effort, leaned over and kissed Snape's lips lightly.

"So I'm here to pay off the debt." Harry looked at Snape seriously with a sullen face, he nodded vigorously and reiterated: "I'll tell you everything, nothing to hide. Really."

No one spoke for a while, and Harry looked at Snape, staring at Snape flatteringly with his green eyes, "So... you won't want me, will you?"