HP: Embrace the Darkness

"I?"

Aces asked in confusion.

Madam Pomfrey stared at him closely, "Yes, that's you."

"I told you yesterday that this is the first time I've seen Severus treat someone so well."

"And you may not have noticed it yourself, but when you get along, there is an atmosphere that others cannot interfere with."

"I knew then that Severus' change was most likely because of you."

Aces' eyelashes trembled slightly, and he lowered his head subconsciously, his eyelids drooping, and the falling shadows covered the emotions in his eyes.

"...Is there any problem with this?"

"There's no problem. I even think it's good. I've been here for so many years. It can be said that I grew up watching Severus. He has not been very happy these years. From a young wizard to the current professor, he I suffered a lot.”

As if remembering the scarred youth of those years, Madam Pomfrey's eyes became more sad, and her tone was sighing and sighing.

"Severus respects me, and that respect is only because I looked after him when he was injured."

"He is such a smart person. I think he knows very well that it is only my job to take care of him, but he still respects me."

"I often feel that I deserve this respect. I just did my job, that's all."

"So, he seems to be unkind, but in fact he always does more than he talks. Many people misunderstand him, and he also deliberately behaves so hatefully. His reputation at Hogwarts has never been very good. good."

The witch's expression was a little confusing at first, but Asseth understood it and couldn't help but clench the hands hidden in his sleeves.

Finally, the witch realized the confusion of her words and sighed softly.

"Sorry, I was so excited."

"I'm telling you this not to force you to do anything, I just have a request."

"I want to ask you not to hurt him."

The witch regained her composure and looked at Asseth solemnly.

"I have nothing to repay his respect for so many years except to shamelessly make an unreasonable request."

"You can agree or not, I won't force you."

After saying that, Madam Pomfrey tensed her face and waited nervously for Artes' reply.

She knew how unreasonable her request was, and she also knew that there was no need for Ass to agree to such an unreasonable request, so she didn't hold much hope.

She even regretted it a little. She didn't know if doing so would affect their relationship.

But Asses's reply was beyond her expectation.

As she spoke, Asseth kept his head down and remained silent.

Now he finally raised his head and looked at her seriously, his Adam's apple rolling, and there was obvious dryness when he spoke again.

"I won't hurt him, ever."

The man's eyes were serious and firm, and his voice was loud and clear, like an oath.

Madam Pomfrey looked at him blankly, and then she seemed to understand something, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in her eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Cavendish."

She quickly reacted, her eyes were relieved, and her hand holding the skirt relaxed.

"Actually, Madam, you don't have to ask me. I never..."

The words he almost blurted out were too strange, so Asseth paused strangely, then changed his words as if nothing had happened.

"I have never wanted to hurt the professor, and madam, just call me Asseth, no need to be so polite."

Asseth's eyebrows were crooked, and he looked at the kind-hearted witch gently, but his heart ached slightly, and the pain made him endlessly annoyed.

Pressing the tip of his tongue hard against the roof of his mouth, he suppressed his annoyance and continued to comfort Madam Pomfrey in a gentle voice.

"Don't worry, he'll get better."

"That's great."

"Madam Pomfrey is also very kind to the Professor."

"Of course. I watched him grow from such a young wizard to a potions professor."

The two chatted for a few more words.

Madam Pomfrey didn't stop chatting until she got up to take care of another injured little wizard.

After she left, Asseth clutched his left chest, dazed and confused.

Why does it hurt so much?

The man was sitting on the edge of the bed, his broken hair falling on the side of his face, casting a shadow, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

When Snape arrived, he saw such a scene.

"If you think this can escape reality, then I can only regretfully break your illusion."

The gorgeous velvet voice suddenly brought Arthur back to his senses.

He immediately raised his head and said, "Professor!"

Snape's foot that was about to fall paused in mid-air, looking at this strange giant suspiciously.

"Why are you so crazy?"

"...If I say no, will the professor believe me?"

"What do you say?"

"Okay, I knew something was wrong, but I didn't understand it."

Asseth's eyes were confused, and his hand passed across the hospital bed and touched his heart.

Um? Is this troll really crazy?

Snape took two hesitant steps closer, pulled out his wand and gave Artes a thorough inspection.

"Professor, I'm not crazy."

Aces had no choice but let him move, "I just didn't understand something."

"what's up?"

Aces was silent for a second, his eyes confused.

What's up? He didn't seem to know what it was.

"I don't know." He said frankly.

"Professor, what do you want from me?"

Realizing that he had no idea what to ask, Asseth began to change the subject.

Snape glanced at him and followed his words, "Yes, that Lockhart needs someone to be his assistant in the dueling club."

The word "assistant" was deliberately elongated, with the displeasure of the master.

"Assistant? If I guess correctly, the person Professor Lockhart is looking for is a professor, right?"

"Do you expect that idiot to have the courage and strength to fight me?"

"Of course not. The professor's strength is not comparable to his."

Hearing this, Snape looked much better.

"In the beginning, he really overestimated his ability to find me, but... hmm, maybe it was because his brain rarely started to work, and he found that his exquisite magic spells were not on the table, so he reneged on this stupid agreement."

Aces looked at the sulking Potions Master in amusement, "Then the professor recommended me?"

Snape said slowly, "Obviously."

"If the professor wishes, I'd be honored."

Aces sat on the hospital bed, his lips slightly raised, serious and sincere.

Snape subconsciously looked away again.

The next second he realized what he had done, his face quickly darkened and his eyes were complicated.

How many times has this happened?

A trace of confusion slowly emerged in my heart, as if something was out of control.

He lowered his face and hurriedly said, "Let's go." He quickly left the infirmary.

The Potions Master left quickly and loudly, and his black robe was thrown high, bringing a gust of cold wind across the infirmary.

Asses sat on the hospital bed, silently watching his leaving figure. His eyes fell on the exposed waist of the black robe, and his throat felt inexplicably itchy.