HP: Embrace the Darkness

Having slept in the same bed for so long and having seen him lose control unconsciously several times, Snape was very sensitive to Artes' emotional disturbances.

Especially such extreme negative emotions.

No matter how well you suppress it, the despair that can seep into the bones is like a gangrene attached to the bones, lingering.

"Aces?"

Snape frowned and scolded in a low voice.

"I don't care what you're thinking, don't think about it now."

Don't think about it, how could you not think about it.

His lover died in his arms.

How could you not want to!

That's...his lover.

And he killed his lover.

The person who should die is obviously him. If he died now, wouldn't all this happen?

"Aces!"

Aces's condition is getting more and more serious, the magic power is spreading all over his body, and there are faint signs of losing control.

In desperation, Snape didn't care about anything else and held Artes' hand under the cover of his black robe.

"Aces, wake up."

There was undisguised concern in the lowered voice.

A very faint coolness spreads along the fingertips, gradually extinguishing the fire of despair that was on the verge of losing control.

The man's Adam's apple rolled hard, forcing himself to suppress the pessimistic thoughts that came up one after another.

"Sev?"

"Well, it's me."

Snape was very skilled at comforting the out-of-control Artes. Although his voice was low, his tone was gentle, slowly calming down the panic.

Moving his fingertips nostalgically, Artes felt the familiar temperature and touch. He increased his strength and clasped Snape's hand tightly.

Like a fish that cannot leave water for a moment.

Remembering that he was covered by the black robe, Snape did not struggle and even stroked Artes' palm comfortingly.

"What were you thinking about just now?"

"A terrible thing."

No matter how many times he asked this question, Snape never got an answer.

He looked deeply at Asseth, who lowered his head silently and avoided his sight.

"Sev, I want to go back first."

The person who spoke lowered his eyes and eyebrows, looking at his feet but not at the person he was about to leave behind.

Snape said nothing, staring at him without moving for a long time before nodding as if in compromise.

"it is good."

The clouds in the sky shone brightly, and the departing warriors defeated the tree peaks and returned to the battlefield. When they passed the teacher's bench, there were already two empty seats.

The Triwizard Tournament was held in full swing outside. The event was unprecedented and the hustle and bustle was constant, making the cellar even more cold and quiet.

Snape was worried about leaving Artes alone and had no interest in boring games, so he simply followed him back, intending to condescend and stare at him.

Arriving at the cellar, Snapton felt that he had made the right choice by following back.

The person who looked like he wanted the world to collapse just now had no self-awareness at all and felt extremely good about himself.

"Sev, I'm really fine."

"I just couldn't control myself for a moment."

Being forced onto the bed as a patient, Asseth was a little helpless, but with a smile on his face, he leaned against the bedside without much resistance.

"Can't control yourself? Ha..."

"Do you think I am so stupid that you get through it again and again? Don't you know how ridiculous your words are?"

So many times, he asked so many times, making insinuations or directly asking him what he had not done, but every time he was either ignored or ignored.

Snape smiled sarcastically.

It's a bit ridiculous.

Aces knew it himself.

Seeing that he had lost his smile, Snape lost interest and sat silently on the edge of the bed, his eyes gloomy.

I don’t know how many times this question has been asked.

"what happened?"

If he had lost control of his magical power due to nightmares before, it would be excusable, and the problem was not obvious yet.

But this time, in public, without any unusual circumstances, he suddenly lost control.

No matter how stupid you are, you should know that the root cause of the problem is not the so-called nightmare.

Or more than just a nightmare.

The cellar was deserted and no one spoke.

The person asking stared at the person being asked, trying to get an answer, but the person being asked remained silent and allowed the silence to spread in the cellar.

"……I'm very sorry."

The man on the bed apologized sluggishly, his voice low and hoarse.

"It seems like all you can do is apologize."

Snape closed his eyes to prevent himself from saying anything more hurtful.

"You take care of yourself."

After that, he turned and left the bedroom.

The moment the door closed, the pain that had been ignored when he was highly concentrated hit him.

With no reason to support himself, Asseth covered his eyes with one hand and fell on the bed, covering his heart with the other.

A steady stream of throbbing pain came from the heart, accompanied by a heart rate that was sometimes too fast and sometimes too slow.

Aces gasped softly, suppressing the abnormality in his heart, and tried not to think, see, or listen to what was happening around him.

His blurred eyes saw the ferocious blood-colored chains. Even though he knew it was a fake, Asses couldn't help but hide away.

He couldn't avoid the second blow.

The blood-colored chain pierced his heart, forcing him to face the scene he least wanted to see. The coldness of falling into an ice cave filled his body.

His whole body was cold and his heart was palpitating. His forehead was dripping with cold sweat and the ends of his hair were wet.

The black hair was messy and stuck to the side of the bloodless face. When he saw the man in black lying in a pool of blood, his face became even paler.

He hasn't been so embarrassed in a long time.

He had woken up in the middle of the night and felt much better as long as the Potions Master was around. After such a long time, he almost forgot how uncomfortable the disease really was.

"It's really embarrassing." He laughed at himself in a low voice.

He already made people angry, but if he saw him in such a mess, the Potions Master didn't know where to go.

Too much anger is harmful to the body.

Until now, the man who was cold, in pain and bound by blood-colored chains was still thinking about the mood of the person who went out.

He didn't know that Snape, who was a door away, had not gone far and was still hesitating at the door.

He regretted it as soon as he came out.

Except for Artes, no one knows better than him how painful Artes is at this time.

Now that the situation is unknown, if we just leave him like this, will there really be no problems?

Snape hesitated no longer and pushed the door open.

The bedroom was quiet and there was no movement on the bed.

Snape's heart tightened, and he strode to the bedside. He reached out and wanted to lift the quilt to check the situation, but his hand stopped in mid-air, unable to move.

He's...fearful.

As if disturbed by the sound of the wind, the person on the bed turned over and gently held the hand in the air.

"Sev, I'm fine."

Snape's heart dropped, and then he had the intention to look at Artes.

The man looked tired and seemed a little tired. The smile on his brows was so faint that it was almost invisible. His eyes were half closed. There was no other sound after saying those words.

Maybe his gaze was too obvious, and his half-closed eyes slowly opened.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Artes braced himself, smiled and squeezed Snape's hand, "I'm just a little sleepy. I'm going to take a nap. Do you want to join me?"

Snape couldn't refuse a patient, so he changed his clothes and lay down on the bed, sleeping with Arthur who fell asleep after closing his eyes.