HP: Embrace the Darkness

After a week, Snape returned to the cellar.

When I opened the bedroom door, it was still the same as when I left it that morning.

The quilt was spread out on the bed, and two pillows were neatly placed at the head of the bed. One of them was sunk in a shallow nest, but the other showed no sign of having slept at all.

No sign of sleeping?

Snape's eyes stopped on the pillow belonging to Artes. There was indeed no trace of sleeping on it, including the quilt, which was neatly folded.

...Didn't you sleep that night?

why?

Only then did Snape have the mood to calm down and study the "incident scene".

The sofa in the bedroom was moved and placed at the head of the bed. There was a blanket on it, which was casually placed on the armrest by the owner. There were two potion bottles standing next to it.

Snape picked it up and smelled it. It was already dry, but the residual smell was enough for him to identify the type of potion: "Deliever and Soothing Potion."

Fragments of memories of being coaxed to drink medicine flashed through my mind, as well as the gentle humming that surrounded my dream.

Snape's hand holding the potion bottle froze, his lips tensed into a straight line, and his eyes reflected complex light. It took him a while to remember to put the potion bottle back.

He didn't leave even after putting it down, and sat down on the sofa, with Ass's hurt eyes constantly appearing in his mind.

Every time it appears, my heart sinks a little, and my heart becomes a mess, with all kinds of threads tied together, leaving only one thread.

Snape knew that the thread was the key to unraveling the tangle, but he did not dare to pull the thread away. He said everything he should and shouldn't say in anger.

If it was really a misunderstanding...what should he do? The wizard leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Silence filled the bedroom, and the atmosphere was oppressive and breathless. It was not until the arrival of a blue phoenix that the suffocating environment was broken. It was Dumbledore who discovered that Snape had come to Hogwarts.

"Severus, come to the Headmaster's office."

Dumbledore's voice came from the phoenix's mouth, and when Snape made no move, it continued to repeat it.

"Severus, come to the Headmaster's office."

Snape was in a stalemate with himself for a while, then threw away his hand angrily, "Shut up! Old Bee."

Dumbledore repeated patiently.

"Severus, come to the Headmaster's office."

Snape: "..."

Damn old bee, he must poison him next time so that he can never scream again.

When Snape came to the principal's office as requested, there was no one there.

He was in a bad mood during this period, which caused his mood to be unstable. He was basically in a state of explosion. When he saw that there was no one in the principal's office, the Potion Master's first reaction was to curse, and his second reaction was to turn around and leave.

Passing by the desk, his peripheral vision inadvertently glanced at a basin-shaped object decorated with gems. Snape suddenly stopped and his eyes rested on it.

It's Dumbledore's Pensieve.

Snape didn't know why he stopped, but the impulse he had after seeing the pensieve took over his brain and he couldn't lift his feet to leave.

He came to the pensieve and looked inside for a while. The silky silver substance was glowing and spinning leisurely in circles.

As if he had made up his mind, Snape slowly took out his wand, pointed it at his temple, drew out a silver memory, and put it into it.

Immediately, Gujing Wubo's Pensieve began to ripple, the silver and blue intertwined threads rotated clockwise, and a mysterious light lit up.

Snape no longer hesitated, reached out and touched the silver substance inside, checking the memory of that day.

The scene suddenly changed, and Snape came from the principal's office to the bleak and gloomy main entrance of Hogwarts.

He looked around and came to his side. He saw himself walking forward stiffly and numbly, completely immersed in hallucinations, and his face looked a little ugly.

The sound of dead leaves being crushed was heard.

Following the voice, Snape saw Asseth coming in a hurry, his expression undisguisedly anxious.

He had not heard from Artes for a week. This man seemed to have disappeared from his world. Now that Artes suddenly appeared in front of him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Aces walked quickly through his body and walked towards Snape in his memory.

Not wanting Dumbledore to come back and see him using the Pensieve, Snape used magic to speed up the process.

The memory scene changed quickly, and the three of them walked from the main entrance of Hogwarts to the cellar.

The memory was very different from what he recalled later. Snape watched Artes carry him to the bed, give him medicine, wipe his mouth, and give him medicine again.

Seeing this, Snape was already a little suspicious. No matter where he looked, Artes showed no sign of losing control, and was no different from the gentle and gentle person he used to be.

He continued to speed up, and soon saw a kiss from Asseth on the corner of his lips.

Lip corners?

Snape froze in place, finally realizing that there seemed to be something wrong with his memory.

The scene is still changing.

Asses was about to stand up after the kiss, but was pulled down by Snape in his memory.

From here, things start to spiral out of control.

Snape couldn't help but take two steps closer, watching as he took the initiative to pull Artes down, and then watched as Artes stopped at the critical moment, massaging him instead, and then helping him soothe him regardless of his own discomfort.

The final image turned into a ball of white light.

Why white light?

Can't you see this memory?

Snape exited, carefully checked the pensieve, and then checked his memory. He couldn't reach a conclusion and had to go in again to look for problems.

He said he was looking for problems, but Snape no longer had the energy to look for such trivial problems.

He forced himself to watch Ass's movements.

no……

no……

still none……

From the beginning to the end, he was the one who lost control, he was the one who exceeded the rules, he was the one who enjoyed it, and in the end, he was the one who knocked him down and was arrogant and unreasonable.

Aces had been tossing all night, and before he even had time to sleep, he was driven out of the cellar with his wand in hand, cursing disgustingly.

Snape's blood suddenly froze.

The panic that had been suppressed by anger climbed up his spine and spread all over his body. His whole body felt uncontrollably cold, and dense pain like ants gnawing seeped out of his heart.

Those three words of "disgusting" that stabbed at Asseth came back fiercely a week later, turning into the sharpest blades, stabbing at his heart again and again.

Does it hurt? he asked himself.

pain.

Then Asseth will only feel more pain.

He misunderstood.

He was completely wrong.

Snape suddenly withdrew from this memory, so violently that he took several steps back.

He looked down at his hands helplessly.

It was these hands that pointed the wand at Asseth.

Did he really think about using magic spells to hurt Asseth, or did he really think about using magic spells to injure Asseth?

No, no, he has already typed it out.

Thinking of Artes' extremely hurt expression, trembling voice, and unwillingness to hold back, Snape felt a chill in his heart.

Are they...

What should he... do?