When HP is a professor dressed as Harry

"..." Snape woke up suddenly, realizing that he had slipped his words.

He restrained his lips, turned his head indifferently and said nothing, and firmly grasped the quill with his bony hands. After a moment of silence, he said coldly:

"……nothing."

Regardless of what happened in the previous life, the current Little Potter is 12 years old and is his student.Coupled with the fact that he has always been restrained, he can't and doesn't like to express his feelings so directly.

Snape looked at the boy in front of him staring blankly at him, his eyes were so shocked that he didn't know him anymore.

Harry's brain was spinning rapidly thinking, but he felt that he couldn't understand this fact, so he could only ask for confirmation in disbelief: "...Professor Snape?"

...Snape's attention to him seemed to be different from what he thought.

But that answer was so bizarre that Harry didn't even want to think about it. He preferred Snape to tell him another convincing answer.

Snape was so unnaturally looked at by this look, he frowned, and speeded up his speech to end the matter, his voice was stiff and soft, and he explained in a hissing voice:

"Potter, I don't take you for anyone, don't think about it, so don't listen to Black's nonsense."

In the dim potions office, no one spoke for a while.There was only the crackling sound of a piece of wood crackling in the blazing fire in the fireplace.

"..."

Little Potter still stared at him in such a daze and confusion, his thin figure stood motionless in front of the desk, quite helplessly absent-minded.

——It seems to be persistently waiting for an answer that has been longed for for too long.

Snape's fingers holding the quill moved a bit, and after a moment of stalemate, he put down the pen in compromise: "Okay...listen."

Little Potter really waited too long.

The boy's time was short, but he could only endure the torment and carefully conceal his feelings, and tried his best to overthrow his previous actions and words, trying to push Snape away.

But he didn't know that Snape couldn't do that anymore.

That happened again yesterday.Snape didn't even dare to speculate whether that would be a devastating blow to little Potter.On the surface, Little Potter concealed it so well, only at this moment could he not be able to control himself from revealing his flaws.

Wasn't he willing to say even one reassuring word?

"..."

Snape raised his eyes and stared at the boy in front of him complicatedly. His velvety, melodious and smooth voice was now unnatural and extremely dry. His words were so soft that they were almost whispers, and he squeezed out between his teeth with difficulty:

"...Harry, would you like to move in with me after graduation?"

with me.

… Snape had mustered all his courage to utter the words.

How strange, if he was fighting for Potter, he would be full of courage and fearless as a double agent in front of Voldemort.But if it was for saying this... Snape felt that he was indeed a coward.

The man in black robe looked away unnaturally, waiting stiffly and nervously.

And Harry had heard the address completely.He unimaginably pulled the corners of his mouth and trembled, and remained silent.

Snape's attitude became more and more strange.Whether it's a hug, a gentle look, or a name.He couldn't lie to himself anymore, did Snape...have a crush on him?

Snape had a crush on Harry Potter himself? ?After he covered old Potter's face and Lily's eyes, Snape could still ignore these, and really only had a crush on Harry Potter?Want to become good friends with him?Want to live with him after graduation?This is Merlin's joke!

Harry was so distraught that he didn't know how to react.He can only answer rationally based on the facts:

"I don't live to graduate."

Of course Snape was aware of this, the hand on his lap clenched silently, but the expression on his face did not fluctuate:

"What if I find a way?"

Harry froze.

The fact that Snape had a crush on Harry Potter hit him too hard.But putting this aside, doesn't he want to live with him tacitly?

Double the potion efficiency, warm each other and become best friends.Harry really wanted to be no longer alone in this life, but he knew that he couldn't accept anyone but himself.

Harry was relieved.

Anyway, Harry Potter in this life is himself, and there is nothing wrong with accepting this fact.

"Let's boil the potion together, and the research results will be shared equally." Harry asked calmly.

Then their relationship is a potion partner, so it's normal for them to live together, isn't it?

"Okay," Snape agreed, adding, "You have the right to use everything."

His black eyes almost lit up with joy, and then he barely used Occlumency to restrain himself from being like a young man, but his brows softened, and he pursed his lips reservedly.

"My things are the same." Harry was taken aback, then said the same thing.

A softness flashed in Snape's eyes again, he drew out his wand and tapped on the table one by one.

Immediately, two cups of steaming drinks appeared on the table, which were coffee and cocoa.Just like last time.

Snape motioned for Harry to get it.

Now that the matter was out of the way, Harry no longer concealed it, and chose the cup of coffee unceremoniously.

Snape was a little surprised, but didn't say anything.He tapped the tabletop again, and replaced the cup of hot cocoa with coffee—and quietly changed the hard stool that little Potter used to sit on into a soft one.

The cups were filled with hot air, and the two of them were holding coffee, drinking in tacit understanding and quietly.For a while, the office fell into silence again.Only this time, Snape fell into a rare peace of mind.

...Harry Potter.

A boy with his most hated face and his favorite eyes.It's old Potter and Lily's child.It was originally his obsession to live in numbness and despair.

At the beginning, he only had prejudice and disgust towards Little Potter. He made things difficult everywhere, and his attitude was so bad that he couldn't bear to think about it now.

But he didn't know when, he stopped paying too much attention to Little Potter's appearance, those features that he disliked and loved faded away, and it was the boy himself that gradually became more prominent.

Snape was very grateful.

It was a bit late...but he still fell in love with Harry like a future development.

Snape lowered his eyes, stared at the slowly swaying coffee in his cup, and took another sip.

The familiar bitterness on the tip of the tongue dissipated, and it turned into a sweet aftertaste.

He is very clear now.

... This boy is not his new redemption, not a ray of light in his dark life, but his past and future.

Snape's pursed lips showed a soft smile.