After the HP Doujin War

不安

By the time Harry returned to Hogwarts, it was already late at night. Even though there was class tomorrow, Harry still didn't choose to go back. Instead, he felt a little lost and went to the Gryffindor tower to blow the cold wind.

The night was like ink, he stared blankly, but suddenly thought of Severus from the deep ink.

Black is the most suitable color for that person, Harry thought, such a pure black was only seen on Sev.

Why did he become so abnormal in front of Sif?Harry thought he was not a cowardly person, but he was a man who could face the Dark Lord head-on!But why did he become so cautious in front of Sif?

When did it start, I no longer dared to look directly at that person, started peeping at that person like a pervert in a dark corner, and couldn't stand people other than him approaching that person.

Harry was not a child, he knew what he was thinking about that man, but why?Why is it him?That dark, stern, Hogwarts most famous Potions professor who never gave him a good face?

Is it the warm embrace that caught him in the first year when he fell down after getting the Philosopher's Stone?Was it Lupine who didn't hesitate to protect his back when he turned into a werewolf?Is it the back that can be entrusted with peace of mind in times of war?

Maybe it's just that after going through so many changes, every time I look back and see that dark professor, I feel like I'm still the little boy who just arrived at Hogwarts and is full of curiosity about everything.

Time seems to have forgotten that man, but the precipitation of the years has made that man more and more mellow like fine wine, making him addicted.

Harry felt differently about Severus, he knew it, but it wasn't those things that bothered him.

He knew what he had in mind for Sev, but he never dared to say it. How could such an arrogant, strict ascetic person tolerate someone having such thoughts about him?Even that person is his past student?He didn't dare to take risks, as long as he could be by his side, Harry always thought so.

But from that day on, things started to be different. Since he passed out inexplicably at Sev's house that day, and he woke up, everything was not right.

Looking at Sev's slender white hands stirring the potion, he would want to take off Sev's clothes, fuck him hard, fuck him, seeing Sev buttoned to the neck as usual, he would want to tear Sev's Clothes, fuck hard / He, he wants Sif to get his color, he wants to make his mark on Sif

In short, no matter where, no matter what time, as long as he sees Sev, he will always have these dirty thoughts.

He felt something was wrong, he wanted to avoid Sev, he was afraid that he could not help but hurt Sev, but he couldn't do it, always unconsciously, so he turned his eyes to Sev, always unconsciously, he will appear next to Sif.

Harry's eyes flashed, what happened that day...

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"Edie Chloe!" Hearing his name, the flaxen-haired youth drew out his wand vigilantly.

But his action was still a step late.

"Imperial Soul Curse!"

A man in a dirty black cloak came out from around the corner arrogantly.

"Severus Snape! This time I want you to die!" The hatred in the man's eyes was frightening, but the only person who could see it was already unconscious.

The man stretched out his arm to reveal the dark mark that had long since lost its effectiveness.

The author has something to say: Ah~ I will soon find out that Sif has a baby la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la