HP: Embrace the Darkness

Dumbledore's eyes moved slightly, but he did not stop the Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

Only when Sirius and Peter were taken away, it was suggested that they be temporarily detained in the Hogwarts Astronomy Tower.

Fudge hesitated and looked at Asseth.

Snape's state looked a little strange, and Artes was in no mood to care about these two people, nor was he in the mood to break up with Dumbledore.

"It's okay to put them in Hogwarts, but they need to be guarded. I don't want to wake up and see them being let go."

Aces looked at Dumbledore with meaning.

Susanna's eyes lit up and she found this matter very interesting, and immediately volunteered to guard the two people to prevent them from escaping.

Fudge glanced at Asseth.

Seeing that he had no objection, he smiled and asked the Auror to take Susanna to the astronomy tower.

Susanna quietly patted her chest to Asseth, saying that she would definitely keep a close eye on these two people.

The matter ends here for the time being.

Fudge glanced at Dumbledore before hesitating to speak, then turned and left the principal's office.

The three little wizards wanted to say something else, but Lu Ping decisively took them out.

He could see clearly that now Asses was only keeping the two of them in custody, but if he really pissed him off.

Killing a suspect is easy for a powerful man like him.

In the principal's room, Snape was lost and didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing everyone leaving, he numbly walked out.

Aces followed behind him.

When he reached the door, Artes suddenly stopped and said as if unintentionally: "Principal Dumbledore, although time is strange, I still prefer evidence."

After saying that, Asseth left the principal's office without looking back.

Dumbledore, who was left inside, felt surprised for a moment, but soon regained his composure.

"Evidence?"

Outside the corridor, Artes was only delayed for a while, but Snape had disappeared.

He was really worried about Snape's condition, so he ignored his previous warning and took out a map to look for him.

Seeing Snape at the corner of a corridor ahead, he quickly chased after him.

Finally, a wandering spirit Snape was found a little past the corner.

"Sev?"

Snape turned a deaf ear and wandered through the corridors in despair, like a ghost that could not find its home.

Even if Artes imprisoned Sirius and Peter just now, it could not hide the fact that everyone else believed them.

how ridiculous...

A fugitive and traitor.

Dumbledore and the others believed it.

What about him?

Was his thirteen-year feud just a joke?

Snape's condition was so bad that Artes couldn't worry about it, so he could only follow behind him and pay attention to his situation at all times.

Seeing Snape walking around, he didn't bother him rashly, but just looked around for a place where he could talk.

Finally, when passing an empty classroom, Artes seized the opportunity and quickly stepped forward and pulled Snape into the classroom.

"Sev, are you okay?"

Snape's face was paler than usual, and his unfocused eyes made Artes frightened.

He raised his hand distressedly and caressed the pair of eyes that were so bright before that fascinated him, but now were dim.

Then his hand moved down and gently caught Snape's chin.

Lifting it slightly, he asked Snape to look at him.

"Sev, Sev! Look into my eyes."

Dumbledore made the same choice as he remembered, and the belief he had held on to for nearly thirteen years collapsed.

Snape lost his usual sanity and didn't even use Occlumency.

Hearing Asseth's voice, he followed the call and looked at Asses blankly.

"Sev, do you know why I'm angry at Dumbledore?"

Snape's condition was worse than Artes imagined. He didn't dare to provoke him, but no matter how he comforted him, he couldn't avoid what happened just now.

In addition, he didn't want Snape to hold his anger inside, so he could only suppress his anger and tentatively bring up what happened just now.

"why?"

Snape asked following Artes's train of thought.

The dry voice hit Ass's heart hard, and his heart suddenly felt throbbing pain.

Aces pursed his lips and determined to tear open Snape's wound.

"I'm angry that he would always choose Blake between you and Blake."

"Choose Blake every time?"

Snape murmured and repeated, as if he still didn't understand what Artes meant.

The distress in Asseth's eyes was even worse.

Finally, Snape's confused brain struggled to process Artes' words.

The sadness in my heart surged up again.

Yeah, choose them every time.

And he will always be the one given up among the limited choices.

But he obviously doesn't care anymore, why is he so uncomfortable...

Snape lowered his head quietly, his black hair falling down.

Putting it on Asseth's wrist, black and white intertwined to create a strange dead silence.

"But Sev, I can't."

Artes didn't dare to give him any time to continue to feel sad, so he quickly answered, and at the same time gently used his hand to force Snape to look at him again.

Before Snape could sink in the sorrow of being abandoned and the pain of broken faith for long, he looked directly into a pair of deep and gentle black eyes.

The distress and love in those eyes burned him, briefly bringing him back to his senses.

Then he heard Ass's voice.

"No matter who gives up on you in the limited choices, I will not. Nothing is as important to me as you, not even myself."

Artes held Snape's face tenderly and solemnly said his vows word for word.

"I swear by Cavendish, the 13th Duke of Devonshire:

Arthas von Cavendish will always stand by Severus Snape's side unconditionally, regardless of life and death, and will never abandon him. "

It is both a commitment and a choice.

He will do everything he can to make his Sif live a long life with no regrets, and he will die for it.

Snape stared blankly at the man in front of him who was swearing.

The cold, torn heart seemed to be carefully picked up by someone's hands, pieced together bit by bit, and then carefully and preciously placed in the softest place, protected like a treasure.

...a treasure?

Snape was quietly touched by the words that came to his mind.

Seeing that Snape still didn't speak, Artes thought that Snape was still sad, and felt even more distressed.

He carefully wrapped his arms around Snape's waist, pulled him into his arms, and repeated it again and again.

"I will not turn my back on you, Sev."

"Never will I, as long as I live."

"never."

Promising words, warm embrace.

Snape's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he raised his hand as if he was bewitched, wanting to keep this touchable warmth forever.

At the last moment of complete embrace, the double agent's rationality returned and he stopped moving abruptly.

He really loves this tenderness and...him.

But precisely because of this, he cannot irresponsibly give him unrealistic expectations.

He...can't even guarantee his own life now. If he had appeared earlier, maybe...