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We cannot force a boy born into misfortune to believe in love, because few people in his life would give anything for him.

But we can't stop such a boy from pursuing love.

Snape had been oscillating between the two.

The unfortunate family and the reality of the society taught him how to be warm and cold. He never believed that good people are rewarded with good things. He only saw the villains trying their best to get rich. He only saw the vicious sister-in-law next door occupying the disabled little Uncle only a little living money.

This world has always been dominated by the weak and the strong, and nothing has ever taught him what kindness is.

His life was full of unhappiness, and he saw only unhappiness.

But he couldn't help but want to get close to that boy.

He is not hunched over like him, nor is he arrogant like his brother, but there is never any timidity on his face.He wasn't very conspicuous, but he didn't bother to follow the crowd, so he was able to be so calm and befriend a Slytherin nuisance.

Gradually, Snape's life began to change, and sometimes he stretched his body and pushed his chest out.Whenever he faced a boy, he felt ashamed of himself, so he secretly straightened his teeth and whitened them secretly.He started washing his dirty and old clothes, because he had someone close to him, and he didn't want his body to emit an unpleasant stench.

Nasty Snape has a little secret, a hard little secret.

Whenever he saw him, he would jump for joy, get nervous, and be timid; whenever he faced him, he would stiffen, sullenly, and speak badly; whenever he thought of him, He will be happy, will worry about gains and losses, and will hesitate.

Nasty Snape has a little secret, a hard little secret—

He's in love with a cute guy who's totally different from him.

But just as it was destined, Snape was born with no chance of happiness.

His boy had parted ways with him, even though they were friends; his boy had to die, even though Snape knew it; his boy had left him in the end, even though he could have fought it all.

He could have been desperate, he could have taken Harry and left everything behind and flew away!But he chose the most difficult path.

He betrayed Voldemort and became a double agent. He kowtowed in front of him in order to please Voldemort. He told the prophecy to the Dark Lord in order to make Dumbledore's plan go smoothly. In order to kill Voldemort, he personally killed his lover. sent to the battlefield.

He killed Harry himself.

Severus Snape couldn't be happy, he was doomed to be alone - he'd thought about it, he'd expected it.He is a monster, and the end of a monster can only be to live in isolation and die alone.

Since then, many things have changed as if overnight.

The house in Spinner's End is empty, it has lost an owner.No one is busy celebrating birthdays, no one is diligently waxing the floor, no one cares whether there is a need to light a fire, and the warmth and joy of Christmas is no longer here.

The marauding quartet of yore too good to wear a pair of pants doesn't get together anymore.As soon as the Dark Lord died, Peter Pedilou was imprisoned in Azkaban, where he died without even making it through his first winter.

Black was depressed for a long time, and Lupine left soon after, taking his meager possessions with him and leaving England, returning only in the freezing, wind-piercing winters.

Snape was once again alone, but he couldn't find a moment's peace.

In order to clear Snape of the crime, Dumbledore made it public that he was a double agent. He portrayed him as a sinner with a heavy burden-although he saved the wizarding world, he eventually killed him. The only person he loves in this world.

This image is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and Snape's behavior further confirms this fact.Letters flooded into the small two-story house in Spider's End Lane like snowflakes.Snape was published in the newspapers, and every report was inseparable from the story of him and Harry, and Harry Potter's name was written on every letter.Every day, everywhere, Harry Potter seems to be the pervasive poison that keeps the humble snotluck at bay.

Everyone knew he had killed Harry.

He became irritable, and his already overly gloomy face quickly thinned out, appearing even colder and more severe.He had to use Occlumency to control his memory, had to use dreamless potions to help him sleep, and had to use various drugs to stay alive.

He still remembered Harry and Dumbledore saying so eagerly and solemnly that he would not die, that he would come back.He always had a glimmer of hope.

Snape was sitting in the dim living room, the fire in the fireplace was about to go out, and the weak flame was struggling, like an old man dying.

It was as if he had been himself.

The flames suddenly jumped a lot, and with a "hoosh", it seemed to be revived, and Snape's eyes were blinded with a quiver.

Harry put away his wand and walked down the stairs. He turned around and walked towards the kitchen as if he hadn't seen Snape. There was a soft knocking sound from inside. Then, Harry walked over, leaning on the back of the sofa and sitting slowly. Get down.

"Why didn't you sleep?" Harry asked in a daze, taking a sip of water from his water glass.

After drinking the water, Harry leaned forward with great effort and put the glass on the table. After heaving a sigh of relief, he sat back on the sofa.

Snape looked sideways at Harry, stroked the ends of his hair, "I'm thinking."

"what's up?"

He put his arms around Harry and pulled him into his lap.He rested his head on the back of the sofa, looked up at Harry slightly, and stroked his belly with his big hands. "Ago."

Since Breaking Te was pregnant with the cub, Snape's behavior became more and more grotesque. Sitting in his arms and chatting with a pleasant face like this could only happen once in half a year.Harry leaned on the snot-nosed man, looked at him, and asked, "Before? What?"

Snape: "...it's not a virtue to get to the bottom of it."

Little Pot: "..."

Pot's face was gloomy, and suddenly he was a little sluggish, and he hung his head and lay on Snape's body.

Snape curled his lips, turned his head and kissed his forehead.

He was thinking about those things from the past.Those who are sad, sad, crazy, joyful, and irritable.As long as Harry Potter was involved, nothing was flat.

But maybe it is too difficult, so I cherish it all the more.He always remembered how he felt when he saw Harry again, as if thousands of horses ran wildly past his heart repeatedly.

The gnashing of hatred, heart-piercing pain and uncontrollable joy were intertwined, making Snape wish he could strangle him to death.

Snape stared over Harry's shoulder at the roaring fire.Suddenly, a small snoring sound came from the ear.

Snape couldn't help rolling his eyes.With all his strength, he picked Harry up with all his might, and walked towards the bedroom.

He suddenly remembered a sentence, it couldn't be more vulgar, and it has been widely used in the love letters of the students——

Losing you is like losing the whole world.