HP: Embrace the Darkness

There's a difference between hiding something in your heart and not hiding it. Although I didn't completely confess this time, I still confessed part of it.

When Asseth woke up, he felt relaxed and refreshed.

His complete opposite was Snape.

After reading the report last night, he tossed and turned for most of the night before falling asleep.

Still haven't woken up yet.

For the next two days, the two of them were in the same state of exchange. Snape looked haggard as if he was the one who was sick.

Aces felt a little regretful again.

He might be fine if this continued, but Snape would definitely follow in his footsteps.

Besides, there is another reason.

Perhaps this harsh, mean, cold Potions Professor was already used to treating other people with spikes.

So much so that he didn't know what attitude and method to use to accompany a sick person.

We can only use the clumsiest method to deal with it - try our best to be patient and not curse.

This also resulted in Snape swallowing back every sarcasm that came to his mouth, and then racking his brains to change it into less hurtful words.

Seeing Snape like this made Artes heartbroken.

He never found Snape's words unacceptable.

Whether it's ridicule or comfort, as long as he says it, he can accept it completely.

In his eyes, the Potions Master was the best, and now he couldn't stand seeing Snape suppressing his temper like this.

So he picked a time when both of them were free, early in the morning, and Aces took the Potion Master, who was getting more and more talkative, to the Unicorn Valley in the Forbidden Forest.

The euphemistic name is: relaxing.

The unicorns were very happy about their arrival, and a large group of them gathered around them. They looked at them with soft silver eyes and greeted them for a while.

They were well-intentioned and had good attitudes, and Snape was not offended.

He was not used to such social distance, so he left Asseth out to deal with it, and he had some time to sit and watch the show under the shade of a tree.

Unable to support himself, Asses was bombarded with concerns from all over the place. He spent more than ten minutes drooling over him, but he didn't even get a chance to be alone.

Looking at Artes who was lying about the unicorn, Snape still couldn't figure out one question - why Artes got this disease.

After that day, he searched for Muggle information and found out that none of the examples of illness were consistent with Arthur's.

Snape vaguely found the edges of an answer, but one crucial thing was missing, preventing the answer from ever forming.

His intuition told him that this thing was what Asseth had been hiding from him.

Snape twisted his fingertips around the ends of his hair, thinking about how to get this answer from Artes.

With the help of Cynthia and Cloris, Artes finally escaped from the siege and successfully returned to Snape.

"Sev, you can actually 'see death without saving'."

He pretended to complain aggrievedly, but he unceremoniously sat down in the seat reserved for him next to Snape, and tentatively put his arms around the waist that was just a short distance away.

The movements should be as natural as possible.

Snape squinted at the pushy man.

"You seem to be enjoying it. Besides, aren't you here to relax?"

"But this distraction is just to relax your mind."

Artes lay back without any grace or grace, his posture was casual, and Snape, who was hugged by him, also fell down, just resting on his arm.

The warm sunshine fell through the gaps between the leaves and the mist softened the light, which was not dazzling.

The two lay side by side, shoulder to shoulder.

The early winter sun only reached my ankles, and the warmth spread all over my thighs.

Aces considered what he wanted to say.

"Sev, I know you are worried about me because of this disease, but I am not that fragile. You really don't need to be so cautious and wrong yourself."

"I like everything about you. You don't need to restrain yourself because of anything. No matter it's your temper or anything else, as long as you are, I like you very much."

"Maybe I didn't tell you..."

"Even if you do nothing, as long as you are there, your presence is the greatest help to me."

His voice was mixed in the sunshine, neither light nor heavy, but warmer than the sun.

Everything?

Snape pursed his lips unconsciously.

He has a very clear understanding of his temper.

He was unsociable when he was young, and now that he is a professor, students also keep a distance from him, fearing him more than respecting him.

Maybe there was no respect at all, he knew what those stupid trolls were saying about him in private.

It's just that he is used to it and doesn't care much. Points will be deducted if he bumps into them, and he will ignore them if he doesn't meet them.

Over the years, only Asseth truly respected him and could endure his criticism and approach him.

So now that he was suddenly asked to accompany a patient, he could only try not to say anything that might hurt the person, and then learn from Asseth's method.

Unexpectedly, Assest asked him out specifically, just to tell him that there was no need to feel wronged and that he could be himself.

As for the love that appeared frequently in those words, Snape pretended not to hear it.

He currently couldn't give Ass what he wanted, not even the most basic promise, let alone a relationship.

That's not the point of Ass's.

Feeling the bodies of the people around him gradually relaxing, he knew that Snape had listened.

"Speaking of which, I haven't heard much ridicule in the past two days. I always feel that something is wrong."

Snape: "..."

Very good, he has been feeding the dog the past two days by swallowing his anger. Some people really can't do it without scolding them.

But Snape also knew that Artes was passing him the steps.

This man always does things properly.

If he wants to do something, it's really hard for anyone to say no to him.

The potion master who could refuse Artes thought to himself.

The sun was getting higher, and occasionally there was the sound of wind blowing through the leaves overhead, making both of them feel sleepy.

This is not a convenient place to sleep. Asses thought for a while, waved towards the nearby place, and called Estella over who was playing.

Estela and her friends were having fun, and when it came over, it dragged a group of unicorns behind it.

"Come on, shake your hair and see who sheds the most." Artes waved his hand and commanded.

The eyes of the group of little unicorns lit up, and they looked at each other a few times, with sparks of victory and defeat in their eyes.

The fluttering fur instantly flew all over the sky.

Without Arthur needing to say anything, Snape waved his wand and collected all those hairs into the ring.

The few little unicorns didn't mind, but shook even harder, and even deliberately shook their fur towards Snape, as if they wanted to bury him with those furs.

Asseth could only think that Estella taught him such bad taste.

He looked over with a half-smile, but Estela's movements gradually couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the other friends.

Guessing that it was about the same, Asses called out.

Move the little unicorns one by one and send them to continue playing.

"Shall we go back and take a nap?"

It's not too late now, I'm back in the cage just in time for lunch after sleeping.

Snape looked at Asseth's gentle smile and thought of something, so he said "hmm" in a low voice.