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Lily was pregnant at the end of September, and Harry began to feel tired easily in October.This was no coincidence, and it wasn't overfatigue or anything like what the doctor thought.

He is gradually losing his vitality.

His vitality will become weaker and weaker as the fetus grows, until finally he withers like a squeezed lemon.

But what about Snape?

Do you see him in pain, let him be alone, let him stay alone in the house in Spinner's End?

How could fate be so cruel to him?

...How could he be so cruel?

The door of the ward was opened, and Snape strode in. The black wizard robe he was wearing was flying up and down because of his strides, like a big black bat.He walked to Harry's hospital bed and put the flower basket in his hand on his bedside table.

"Lupine gave it to you, he was busy." Snape said succinctly.

Harry was thankful, fortunately, members of the Death Eaters liked to be mysterious and all of them covered their faces, otherwise Snape would not even be able to take him to the hospital.

Just as Harry was about to speak, the door of the ward was opened again, and his relatives walked in one after another.The two Potter couples, Sirius and Peter.

Some gifts were placed in the room of the ward, and Harry stared at them blankly. Could it be that he was found to be terminally ill again? Everyone mobilized as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

"You made yourself like this not long after you left home." Doria occupied the other half of Harry's hospital bed. She sat on the bed, hugged her little son and rubbed her heartily, "You've been in a coma for a whole day."

"One day?!" Harry exclaimed, startled.

"A day and two nights to be exact, and it's already the morning of the next day." Snape explained.

"You scared us." The two Sirius brothers seemed to slap Harry on the shoulder, and Doria slapped him on the back of the hand, rubbing Harry's quilt like a female leopard protecting a calf. Thumping shoulders.

Harry glanced at Snape who was standing next to him, and moved his body awkwardly, trying to avoid his mother's tender, affectionate, broad and warm embrace, but Doria pinched the back of his neck like a chick. Pressed back into his arms.

Charles let out a loud dry cough beside him.

"I told you to come home and live here long ago, but you just didn't listen." Doria complained, "I knew that old man Dumbledore wouldn't have anything good for me, take a look, you're overtired ! If you live in the Order of the Phoenix again, I am worried that you will be sucked dry by that old man."

"Live in the Order of the Phoenix?" Peter asked suspiciously, "Why does Harry live in the Phoenix—!"

James withdrew his foot silently, "There are so many secrets in our ministry, we'd better not talk nonsense, so as not to leak the secrets."

Peter blankly rubbed his foot that had been poisoned, "But Harry..." He looked at James and then at Harry, and finally stopped talking.

Harry sat stiffly on the bed, cold sweat was about to flow down, but luckily James was willing to hide it for him, otherwise the matter of cohabitation with Snape would definitely be exposed.

Doria looked at Harry suspiciously, and then at Snape who had been standing silently in the ward.

"Harry, you can't lie to your parents." Charles, who was always tolerant and kind, suddenly said.

Harry looked at Charles nervously, "I..." His eyes flickered, and his eyes drifted to Snape involuntarily.

Lying to his parents is a serious crime. Harry is not afraid of lying, he is only afraid of his parents' hurt expressions once the lie is exposed.What if they didn't like Snape?

"I..." Harry grabbed the button of the hospital gown and almost tore it off, he was as nervous as a three-year-old child, lowered his head, raised his eyes and showed a pitiful expression, " I'm actually—"

"He lives with me now." Snape said suddenly, his voice a little hoarse, standing in front of everyone as if he was ready to be attacked by artillery fire at any time.

Snape was a Death Eater, but no one knew it, except James.But even so, Harry subconsciously wanted to cover Snape up.Not out of cowardice, but out of protection.

Doria looked at Harry who was trembling with his head down and pretending to be a little lamb, and said lightly, "No wonder Severus was the first to arrive at the hospital." She turned her head and pinched Harry's face forcefully. Seeing her youngest son grinning and grinning with tears in his eyes, she narrowed her eyes and laughed, "Why did you lie to us? Mom is so sad."

"Mom?" Harry looked at his mother anxiously.

"Okay, have a good rest." She kissed Harry on the forehead and stood up.

With her back straight, she walked steadily towards Snape, with a dignified smile on her face, "I haven't seen you for a long time, how is your Christmas?" As Snape left the ward, Charles followed closely behind.James looked at Harry, cursed under his breath, and chose to follow along.

"My God..." Lily looked at Harry with wide eyes, "Are you really with Severus now?"

Sirius' expression became strange, staring at Harry closely, Peter also had an expression of dying.

Harry nodded silently.

Lily opened her mouth wide: "So you, you...already?"

Harry's lips pursed and squirmed, but he didn't speak.

"What are you kidding?!" Sirius was the first to explode, "You and the snot?! You are not the same way at all! You can't..."

"Unexpected!" Lily sighed in surprise.

Harry sat on the bed silently, looking at Peter who was unresponsive.

Before the two of them calmed down, Peter moved closer to Harry, his voice was very low, as if he hadn't recovered from the shock, "Are you kidding Harry?"

"What do you think?"

Peter looked at Harry with rare deep eyes, "...good luck bro."

Harry twisted his neck stiffly, looked at Lily and Sirius who were making noise in the ward with a dull expression, "May Merlin be with me."

"Okay, what's wrong with true love?" Lily hugged Harry's neck with some difficulty and let him lean into her arms, hoping to give him some comfort.It's just that the little boy back then had grown into a young man, no matter how thin he was, he was stronger than Lily.

Sirius walked up and down in front of Harry's bed irritably, he hesitated to speak several times, finally he put his hands on the end of the bed, bent down to look at Harry, "You...you like Snape? Do you really like it instead of being confused for a while?"

"Come on—I've been living with him for almost a year."

Sirius stared blankly at Harry, "So...so I can't see your people every time I'm at home. At that time, you were actually training at Snape's house instead of working overtime."

"Sorry." Harry looked at him guiltily, "After all, it's hard to talk about it."

"...I thought, I thought that you at least regarded me as a friend who could attack you!" Sirius suddenly got up and strode out of the ward, slamming the door and leaving.

"Siris!" Harry watched Sirius leave with some helplessness, then turned to look at his friends, "You don't blame me too, do you?"

Peter shook his head and replied, "It's nothing. If it was me and Snape... I wouldn't be able to say it." However, his reason for not being able to say it was obviously different from Harry's. "Do you think your parents would agree?"

"But what reason do they have to object?" Lily said, "Again, there is nothing wrong with love."

Lily is always so sensual.Maybe even in her seventies and eighties, she will still firmly believe in some naive ideas, just like believing that every kind girl can find their Prince Charming and live happily in the castle all their lives.

Harry scratched his hair, "Did you name the baby yet?"

As soon as the child Lili was mentioned, she became energetic. She touched her belly that had not yet bulged, with a look of happiness and pride on her face as a mother. I think—he must be a cheerful and lively child."

Harry lowered his head and smiled, maybe he will die, but there is still a new life.

Lily tilted her head and was wondering what to do. She simply took off her shoes and got on the bed, leaning on the pillow and sitting next to Harry.Peter looked at the side and muttered dissatisfiedly. He always insisted too much on some things, such as married women and uncles should keep a little distance.

The married woman glared at Peter and said, "York? Or Cook?"

Peter glanced at his mouth and rolled his eyes, "...It's not as good as Mike."

Harry shrugged, "I think it's all right." Any name is much stronger than Harry Potter, and maybe the child doesn't have to carry so much anymore.

Lily was happily thinking about the child's name, while Peter sat aside. He looked at Harry, opened his mouth hesitantly, but closed it again.

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Lily and Peter stayed with Harry for a while before leaving.But until the afternoon, Snape didn't show up again.Harry couldn't help but start to worry, maybe Doria would poison him directly, or just beat him to death with two mallets?

Not long after, Professor Dumbledore came and became his only visitor in the afternoon.

Harry once regarded Professor Dumbledore as the most respected elder, relative, or a wise man or even a saint.But now he felt that this old man seemed to be a reminder.

Harry was starting to get scared of seeing him.Every time he met Harry, his heart would be a little bit heavier, and every time he had to endure tests, even torture and... persecution.

The old man sat beside Harry's bed, looking at Harry with worried and caring eyes.He didn't speak, neither did Harry, the old and the young were silent.

Harry straightened the pillow he was leaning against behind him, and he tugged at the corners of his mouth trying to find something to talk about, something that... didn't make him particularly uncomfortable.

"Should we send Grindelwald away?"

Dumbledore looked up at Harry, as if he had been hit by a petrifying spell unexpectedly, but immediately after, he laughed, "No, Harry."

Harry frowned blankly, "But Grindelwald is likely to become our ally."

Harry tried to persuade him that he knew that Dumbledore and Grindelwald had some friendship - possibly unusual friendship, so that Grindelwald would be a powerful ally for them.More importantly, Grindelwald was not a lunatic. The Grindelwald he knew later was a embarrassed but determined old man sitting in a prison.

"It might have saved his life, and he hasn't been the Dark Lord for so many years."

But Dumbledore, who always maximized his interests, did not speak.

He was silent, as if in a trance, and after a while a smile appeared on his face, a smile Harry had never seen on Dumbledore's face.

"Grindelwald was once a demon, and he is still a big man no matter ten years later or now." He smiled at Harry again, "If he really will die at the hands of Voldemort That's the way he should die."

Rather than an old man who has been imprisoned and domesticated by suffering.

Harry looked at Dumbledore and couldn't help but ask, "Even if he used to be good friends with you?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and then smiled like a joke, "It seems that you still know some little secrets?" He patted his knee cheerfully, his voice became more and more old and hoarse, and he didn't answer haha Leigh's question, he simply said, "He's Grindelwald—Gellert Grindelwald."

The young boy stared blankly at the old man. For a moment, he seemed to have lost his words.

It took Harry a long time to adjust his emotions, and he asked with a smile, "How's the single life?"

Professor Dumbledore also laughed, "Not bad." He wriggled like an old child and said, "Even if you plan to put on a women's clothing show at home, you don't have to worry about someone looking at you in horror." -"

Harry stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes in surprise, and the two laughed at the same time.

"So, there is no other way?" Harry looked at Professor Dumbledore, "Snape must be?"

Dumbledore's smile froze on his face, and he looked at Harry with neither sadness nor pity in his eyes.The old man's icy blue eyes were still determined, as if the exhaustion shown before had never appeared on his face.

"He should have told Voldemort, I suppose?"

So it's too late.Really late.

Harry took a breath, pushed back the hair that covered his forehead, and said nothing.

Maybe he really couldn't give Snape happiness, he couldn't even accompany him, maybe in the end Snape still wanted to spend the rest of his life alone and in pain.

But at the very least, at least he could kill Voldemort and let Snape live peacefully, instead of dying humiliatingly and dishonorably.