HP: Embrace the Darkness

The sound of Grindelwald's leaving footsteps disappeared, and Artes raised the dagger. The sharp blade reflected the man's unwavering eyes.

A cold light flashed.

The blood was picked up by the dagger, beautiful and grand flowers bloomed in the air, and then fell down into the magic circle that penetrated the ground.

The magic circle lit up little by little along the lines.

Aces lowered his head and looked at the blood flowing from his hands with an expressionless face.

Tighten your arms hard, and the blood will flow faster, dripping on the ground.

After the red color spread throughout the magic circle, his vision went dark and his perspective began to change.

This is a long and dark road, longer and darker than yesterday's dungeon passage.

Asseth walked forward aimlessly. He didn't know where he should go or where he should go, so he could only keep walking forward.

In the darkness, countless past events surged up.

A black robe emerged from the darkness, and Asseth subconsciously reached out to grab it.

White light filled his eyes in an instant, and Asseth had to close his eyes to avoid the too strong white light.

The white light disappeared, and when he opened his eyes again, Asseth saw a woman gently stroking her belly.

The woman was lying on a clean and warm bed, gently stroking her belly and whispering:

"My little Severus, my boy, I really hope to see you soon."

Beside the woman, a man looked at her tenderly.

When Asseth heard the familiar name, his eyes followed the woman's hands to her towering belly.

This is Sif.

Aces stepped forward to get a closer look, but darkness surged in like a tide.

His eyes were swallowed up by darkness again.

The darkness turned in an instant.

This time the light came quickly, and Asseth followed the black robe to the next scene.

The white light disappeared, and the scene that reappeared was in a dilapidated and messy room.

Aces glanced up.

A slovenly man was raising his hand to hit the little boy who was curled up on the ground.

The man was the same man who stood next to the pregnant woman, but he looked much more miserable.

Asseth immediately realized that the man raising his hand was Sif's father, and that... the boy underground should be little Sif.

This man is beating little Sif!

His anger rose sharply, and Asseth strode forward to stand in front of Little Sif, and punched the man.

His hand passed through the man's body lightly, and the man's fist smashed into little Sif on the ground.

Asasi's eyes were splitting, and he didn't care to fight back against the man. He hurriedly turned around and tried to help little Sif up.

The hand passed through little Sif again.

Aces looked at his hand blankly, and then realized that this was just a prophecy.

In other words, Snape's past.

His heart was burning like fire, but Asses could only stand in front of his fists and feet.

Watching little Sifu being knocked to the ground, he skillfully made a move to protect himself and waited for the fist to fall.

Every minute and every second, Asseth felt extremely tormented, as if someone was stabbing his heart with a knife.

Finally, the man got tired of fighting.

He cursed and turned away, leaving only the huddled little Sif.

Asseth quickly looked at little Sif.

Little Sifu's curled up body was loosened, and her body wrapped in a large maternity dress was covered in bruises, which was shocking on her fair skin.

Aces' heart felt as painful as being thrown into a frying pan and being fried back and forth.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, so he could only raise his hand to stroke little Sifu's head over and over again.

The hand will still pass through the little Sif, without causing any waves.

In this state, Asseth couldn't shed tears. No matter how painful it was, he could only feel his heart bleeding.

However this is just the beginning.

Little Sif's childhood was not a happy one, and it was difficult to say that it was smooth.

She was domestically abused by her father and coldly violently abused by her mother at home.

He didn't have any friends outside, the children around him bullied and ostracized him, and even the passers-by despised him.

Asseth watched little Sif stumble and grow up to ten years old, with all kinds of scars on his body.

His heart was torn to pieces and his soul was torn beyond recognition, but he still forced himself to watch it like a masochist.

He wanted to remember this scene, the faces of these people and all the grievances little Sif had suffered.

He doesn't care about those who are dead, but don't blame him for those who are not dead.

The man's eyes were full of anger.

When little Sif was ten years old, he became friends with Lily Evans.

Artes knew that that was Harry Potter's mother, and if he guessed correctly, it was also Sev...

He followed Little Silver to the grassland and looked at Little Silver's subtle joy because of Lily, without any jealousy or envy.

On the contrary, he felt lucky that Lily appeared in little Sif's world.

Little Sif is finally no longer alone.

As soon as Asseth breathed a sigh of relief, he saw little Sif going to Hogwarts and met Black on the train.

My heart was hanging again, and my mind instantly recalled the parchment I had seen.

The words told in words are far less infuriating than seeing them with one's own eyes.

Angers were burning in Arthur's eyes as he glared at Potter, Black and others for provoking little Sev.

Reason is tense, stretched into a precarious thread.

The line is still broken.

The thread of reason was completely shattered the moment he saw little Sifu being hung up.

"The Marauder Four, very good."

Artes thought of Black far away in Azkaban, and showed a terrifyingly indifferent smile, with murderous intent in his brows.

Time moves quickly and the scenes change rapidly.

Asseth watched Little Silver break up with Lily Evans, watched Little Silver become a Death Eater, watched Little Silver tell the prophecy, and watched Little Silver regret.

He also watched how little Sif gradually became the harsh and mean Potions Professor.

My heart no longer feels pain.

For the first time, Asseth knew that it was impossible to feel pain when the pain was extreme. His whole heart was only numb and cold, and even its beating was weak and trembling.

He walked to Snape's side and squatted down, staring deeply into Snape's empty eyes.

He finally understood why Snape got angry because of his "right to choose" before.

It turned out that his Sif had never had the right to choose in his short life.

He is too stupid and too self-righteous.

Artes smiled miserably and raised his hand to give Snape a hug.

But his hands passed through Snape's body over and over again.

What separated them was time and space, a distance he couldn't cross.

After many attempts to no avail, Artes wrapped his arms around Snape from behind and gave the aggrieved little Sif a hug from afar.

Don't cry, Sif...

Destiny has not favored you, but I have favored you.

The screen fell into darkness again.

This time the darkness was particularly long and cold, and endless abyss could be seen in all directions to the west.

Aces completely lost consciousness and fell into darkness.