HP John Snape

Chapter 43

[Snape leaned against the wire wall, his expression frightened and confused, but deep in his dark eyes was a transcendent calmness and complexity. 】

【Snape lived for Lily and died for lily's son.】

【Snape lived for Lily and died for lily's son. ]

John closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly uneasily. He murmured: "Lily..."

Severus, you only have Lily in your heart.

...

[The side of Gryffindor's sword reflected the face of the man in black robes. He looked at the colder lake in the night, held the wand and whispered: "Calling the gods to protect you."]

[LilyAfter all this time — —Always.]

[Is it Lily? Still after all this time? --forever. ]

John frowned, his expression became uncomfortable, and he continued to whisper: "...Lily."

From birth to death, you only love that one person.

...Then, what happens after death?

Can you look at me?

...

[Looking at the photo, the man who has always had a stern face finally showed tenderness. No more irony, no more heaviness, no more pain. ——The little boy with black hair can only smile easily when he looks at the girl next to him. 】

【I spy for you, as you lie, you are in danger. All I did was to protect Lily Potter's son. Now you tell me to keep him in order to kill him like a pig】 【I spy for you, as you lie, you are

in danger. , lies for you, puts you in danger. Everything I did was to protect Lily Potter's son. Now you're telling me that he was raised just to be slaughtered like a pig? 】

The low and familiar male voice is full of anger and pain, and every word is "Lily", and his eyes only become soft when he sees "Lily".

——Lily again. Still Lily.

John murmured uneasily and resisted, his eyes still closed tightly, deeply trapped in the nightmare.

"No...Lily, don't-"

"..."

In the dark corridor, Snape stood expressionless, holding up a weakly fluorescent wand in one hand.

——In anger, he never opened the door at night, so John curled up and slept in the corridor. It's still winter, the howling cold wind rushes in through the windows, and the cold corridor floor can absorb all the heat from a person's body.

Snape closed his eyes and listened to the wind, unable to fall asleep no matter what, so he got up and opened the door for John, trying to call him to go back to bed.

But I didn't expect...

The bastard curled up on the ground slept very uneasily, and he kept mumbling one name - Lily.

Snape's face darkened.

He glared at the huddled ball on the ground again. Turned out the lights, simply turned around and went back to sleep.

The next day, John really caught a bad cold.

Because he had to shoot during the day and it was not convenient to drink a pick-me-up, John had no choice but to let himself speak with a thick nasal voice and a hoarse accent.

The first to quit was Chris.

He suddenly ruffled his hair in annoyance and shouted: "Stop!!"

John, dressed in Snape's costume, and Maggie dressed as Professor McGonagall on the field turned to look at him.

"John! Can you...control your nasal noise?" Chris asked with difficulty, pulling his hair.

John glanced at him aggrievedly(?), and replied with a hoarse voice that was no longer as pleasant as before: "If I could control the nasal sound and hoarseness, I would have become Merlin long ago."

Chris sighed heavily and spoke with David exchanged glances and declared feebly: "I'll give you a few more days off... You must recover as soon as possible! Return to the set early! Let's shoot other scenes first!"

John thought to himself that as long as he gives him a few hours, Whether it is nasal sound or voice, it will be improved immediately.

"Okay, I understand." He agreed obediently.

After changing out of his outfit and putting back on his original clothes, John returned to his room and saw Snape holding a book and reading quietly without raising his head.

Had yesterday's actions been so offensive to Severus that he was still angry now?

——John always felt that Snape seemed calm now, but in his heart he was very angry and terrifying, which he did not dare to provoke.

Severus didn't go to the set with him this morning. Until now, I haven't even looked at him or said a word to him. It seemed like she was going to ignore him completely.

John thought about his dream last night. What a nightmare.

He still has lingering fears.

What is the most powerless thing? There is nothing better than competing for a place in the hearts of others with a deceased person.

John stood silently for a long time, looking at Snape.

Snape was also calm and didn't even look at him.

"Severus, how about we go somewhere?" John said calmly.

He felt so at peace within himself, as if what he said next wouldn't tear his heart apart.

"I have no obligation to follow Mr. Snape around." Snape turned a page in the book.

"Don't you want to...see Lily?"

John succeeded in seeing the man in black robe immediately raise his eyes and look over.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

"She is not Lily." Snape said very slowly, hard and heavy.

John raised his eyebrows and said nothing, dangled the car keys on his index finger, turned around and went out directly.

A rare hesitation flashed across Snape's face, and then he made a decision -

he dropped the book and stalked after him.