HP: Embrace the Darkness

After dinner, Snape felt hesitant about sharing a bed with him that night.

Although he had already convinced himself and was mentally prepared when Asseth explained it.

But at night, he discovered that being mentally prepared for something and actually doing it were two different things.

Aces saw his discomfort and got up funny and pushed him towards the bathroom.

"Don't worry, I won't sleep with you."

No matter how fast the alchemy bracelet suppresses magic power, it still takes a while. If the two of them really sleep in the same bed, the time will definitely not be enough.

"What do you mean? You want to leave?"

Snape stopped forcibly, turned sideways to avoid his hand, and turned his head to avoid questioning.

"Why didn't I know that Dignity Cavendish is still a dishonest person?"

"I'm not dishonest. I will do what I promised you. I will stay in the cellar at night and share a room with you, but we cannot share the same bed."

Asseth put away his smile and his eyes were firm.

"Sev, if you get hurt because of me, then I can't forgive myself."

Snape didn't answer immediately. He looked at Asseth carefully and found that there was no trace of joking in him.

I can't say I'm happy or disappointed.

"what ever."

Snape finally relaxed. They were in the same room anyway, so it should be okay, right?

Soon, the two of them finished washing, put on their pajamas and looked at each other in the bedroom.

Snape was used to living alone. Suddenly there was an extra person in the room during the time when he should be resting. He was still a little uncomfortable.

Especially the silk nightgown on this person's body was tied loosely, and the graceful abdominal muscles underneath were vaguely visible.

As if unaware of Snape's appraising gaze, Artes waved his hand to transform a chair into a bed, and moved the bed as far away from Snape as possible.

This should be fine, right?

Aces estimated the time it would take for the bracelet to take effect and thought uncertainly.

But this is as far as we can go.

Snape watched helplessly as he conjured the bed, then moved it far away, and then he snorted coldly.

"You have really wronged our young Master Asseth."

The potion master's tone was full of worry, and Asseth reacted and dropped what he was doing.

"Sev, I would love to sleep with you if I could, but this time is a special situation."

Aces took the trouble to explain over and over again.

He knew that Snape was not as thick-skinned as him. This time Snape was able to speak, regardless of letting him live in the house, after many struggles and hesitations.

But in the end, concern overcame the entanglement, as well as the potions master's arrogance and reserve.

And his current behavior is undoubtedly trampling on that care. If it were him, he wouldn't be happy.

"Sev, good Sev, don't be angry with me."

"If tonight's nightmare is about you being angry, then it will be even more uncomfortable for me."

Artes pretended to be sad and went over to hug Snape. Snape froze.

Now that both of them were wearing nightgowns, they could clearly feel the temperature of each other's bodies, not to mention that Ass's nightgown was still slightly open.

This can't be blamed on Asseth. He is used to living alone and casually. Besides, the sleeping belt is so tight that it makes sleeping uncomfortable.

"You know how important you are to me."

This man was so eloquent that Snape's attention was diverted and his anger was calmed by him without even realizing it.

But he didn't want to let Ass go so easily, "Since you are so afraid of my anger, then tell me what you are hiding from me."

Artes knew he couldn't hide it from Snape.

"Not at the moment... I'm sorry."

Disappointed, Snape silently broke away from Ass's arms and turned to go to bed.

Only Asses's back was left.

Aces stood silently, watching Snape cover himself with quilt before returning to his bed.

As the night progressed, the bedroom was so quiet that you couldn't even hear breathing clearly. Artes was lying on his side on the bed. From this angle, he could see Snape on the other bed.

Snape wasn't feeling well, and so was he.

If possible, he would also like to be honest with Snape, but when it comes to Snape's life, he cannot afford to gamble and will not gamble.

With a silent sigh, Asseth mobilized his magic power and quietly carved a soundproof magic pattern on the bed.

The magic pattern is formed, and the sounds inside will not be detected by the touch of people outside.

He knew how uncomfortable it was to not sleep well. It was better for him to suffer alone than for the two of them to suffer.

The light from the magic pattern was very weak, and it was covered with a quilt, so Snape didn't notice that Artes had modified the bed under his eyes.

Time passed little by little, and most people in Hogwarts fell into a wonderful dreamland, including Snape and Artes in the cellar.

The only difference is that Asseth once again fell into a nightmare.

His originally rhythmic rise and fall of the chest gradually increased in speed, his brows were tightly closed, his face was filled with a look of struggle, his thin lips were slightly opened, and he silently called out a name.

The person he called was sleeping peacefully on another bed.

Due to Asseth's preparations before going to bed, the potions master who was in a light sleep did not notice anything was wrong.

Perhaps because he knew something was wrong with the prophecy, perhaps because Snape was by his side, Artes's struggle had an effect.

He opened his eyes suddenly, shaking off the nightmare.

The nightmare was over, but his illness was not.

The darkness rushed towards him overwhelmingly, and the blood-red tentacles inside rushed towards him with claws and teeth, turning into shackles to lead him into those times that were more nightmare than nightmare.

One of the reasons PTSD is so difficult to treat and why it relapses is because of its traumatic re-experiencing symptoms.

Traumatic re-experiencing symptoms bring the patient back to trauma-related situations over and over again through dreams, thoughts, and memories.

Severe cases may experience emotional reactions and re-experience traumatic events.

Arthas didn't know when he started suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder because he saw Snape die too many times in the magic circle.

But now he knows.

It was the time when the Boggart saw clearly that Snape was bleeding all over the floor and dying in the Shrieking Shack.

This is Asseth's worst nightmare.

The blood turned into substance, and together with the blood-red tentacles, formed Ass's nightmare.

Not far away was the Potions Professor who could no longer speak.

Aces raised his hand in vain to cover the bleeding wound, but failed.

A stronger powerlessness and despair than before surged towards him, and this time Asseth did not resist.

If we can't go on together, then going to the kingdom of death together is not something that is difficult to accept.

After experiencing too many nightmares, Artes fell into confusion, and the confusion in his eyes was gradually replaced by emptiness.

At this moment, he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.

The alchemy ring on his finger lit up, and a dagger with a cold light appeared in his hand.