HP: Embrace the Darkness

"You didn't tell me."

The words that came out of his mouth were somewhat questioning, and Snape bit his lip to swallow the rest.

He had no right to blame, because he didn't give Ass a chance to tell him at that time.

Keenly aware that something was wrong with Snape's tone, Artes tightened his arms and lowered his voice to explain.

"It's not that I don't want to tell you. There are too many things and I forgot about it. And with you by my side, I won't have any problems and I won't need medicine."

Snape lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the portrait covered with red cloth, and finally remembered that they were still in the portrait storage room, and Eileen's portrait had not been covered up yet.

"Let go."

His voice was not high enough and Asseth didn't hear him clearly.

"what?"

Snape turned his back to Eileen, always feeling that Eileen's probing eyes were resting on him, his body stiffened inch by inch, and his words were a little stiff.

"Let me go first."

"it is good."

Asseth obeyed and let go, his hands falling casually to his sides, his clear black eyes unblinking.

He is simply better behaved than a child who gets candy.

Snape's eyes moved slightly, he was amused by his own thoughts, and his eyebrows were also stained with a smile.

His eyes naturally dropped, and he suddenly discovered that the nightgown on Ass's body had been rubbed open by the hug just now, revealing his chest.

"Tie up your nightgown." Snape raised his chin and gestured to Artes, "You said it's okay, what about you now?"

Asseth explained while tying his nightgown, and then covered up Irene.

"Isn't this okay? It's just a nightmare. There's nothing wrong with it. I'm used to it."

He was obviously a young master who was raised pampered and had never suffered any grievances or setbacks in his life, yet it felt so natural to say this out of habit.

It was as if I had gritted my teeth and swallowed a lot of pain, and this pain no longer mattered.

Snape's heart, which had been hardened for many years, suddenly felt sore. He unconsciously lowered his voice, and used all the patience he had accumulated for more than thirty years on the man in front of him.

"You don't want to take medicine?"

Aces was silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was low and hoarse, "I don't want to lie to you, Sev, I have been trying to stop taking medicine for a long time..."

He didn't know how to explain his behavior to Snape, just like he didn't know how to explain that he had taken drugs and didn't look like a living, normal human being at all.

What is a human being without emotions? Artes laughed to himself and looked at Snape calmly.

"Use Legilimency and you will see what you want to know. Sorry, I really don't know what to say."

Snape couldn't resist the red eyes of Artes, and immediately used Legilimency on those sparkling peach blossom eyes.

Artes smiled in relief and opened his brain to Snape without any reservation.

After all, Sif was not a Muggle doctor, and it wasn't him who didn't understand psychotropic drugs.

The effects of psychotropic drugs are even more powerful than Occlumency. As long as emotions are present, they will be separated by a transparent wall. They cannot be felt or touched. They can only be numb and wait for the effects of the drugs to pass.

If it was just emotion, he could tolerate it.

But he couldn't bear the loss of his love for Snape.

Love itself provides various emotions, and emotions in turn verify the existence of love.

If the emotion disappears, how can a tool without emotional fluctuations say love.

No.

So, after discovering the effects of the drugs on him, he gradually reduced the amount of medication he took.

If it hadn't been gradually reduced, he wouldn't have been able to stop taking the medicine when he was looking for Haierbo.

Most of those drugs are addictive.

It was only after feeling the unbearable withdrawal reaction that he understood the reason for the sympathetic look in the nurse's eyes when he first went to the psychological clinic.

People who enter the psychological clinic are already destined to have an ending. If they can survive, they will live, and if they cannot survive, they will die.

After knowing each other for several years, Snape used Legilimency on Artes twice, and each time he was disconnected, he was particularly embarrassed.

The last time, it was because of Ases' love.

But this time, it was because of Ases' pain.

Snape lowered his head and grabbed Artes' wrist out of control, as if as long as he didn't let go, Artes would not suddenly disappear from his world.

The pinched area quickly turned red, and this redness was far less than the redness in their eyes at this moment.

“If you don’t want to eat it, don’t eat it.”

The extremely low voice and the bitter aroma of medicine were sent to Asseth.

It was as if Artes couldn't feel the pain in his wrist. Snape's eyes were full of pain, and the heartache almost overflowed from his eyes.

"Sorry, it was originally a happy day, but it was ruined by me. I told you just to be happy this morning, but I didn't expect that I was the one who made you unhappy."

He didn't want to make Snape sad, but it was better for him to say it than Snape finding out the clues alone and suffering the pain alone. At least he could share half of the pain.

You can remove half of the pain, and it’s still pain.

Artes trembled and pressed his head on Snape's shoulder, not daring to look at Snape's expression.

The strength in Snape's hand continued to increase, and the pain was like an anchor, stabilizing Artes' sanity, but his own sanity was on the verge of losing control.

"I do not know."

The red color on the wrist becomes more and more vivid.

"It's okay, I know it now."

Artes half hugged and half hugged Snape to comfort him.

With only one hand available, he used one hand to rub his back and the side of his face to rub it soothingly until Snape's breathing stabilized.

No one expected that on the first day they came to Prince Manor, in this room surrounded by red cloth, the two people who were suffering from each other's pain would give each other support to survive the pain.

……

The outburst in the portrait storage room had a profound effect on both men.

The specific manifestation was that when the two woke up, Draco was very involved in studying and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Only Draco, who doubted his life, always felt that he was living in a dream, or a serial dream.

Otherwise, how could he have seen his brother cuddling with their dean.

Even he has never been hugged by his brother a few times. The few times he was hugged, he cried completely.

Not to mention the headmaster of Slytherin, who kept strangers away from him. He had never even been close to him.

The only thing in this super long serial dream that Draco felt real was Estella.

He might have felt that Estella was more real if she hadn't told him three hundred things her partner wanted to do every day.

"Hey, Draco, where did I just say? One hundred and ten or one hundred and eleven?"

Draco: "..."

He finally understood why his brother looked at him like he was a fool.