HP: Embrace the Darkness

So they worked overtime because of the snake.

Snape summed up the key points simply and clearly, and asked: "The person who was captured?"

Aces was startled.

Voldemort arrests people? This Haierbo seemed to be driven away before he could tell him.

I don’t know how to hurry up.

Aces put the responsibility neatly on Halbo and explained to Snape: "He didn't tell me this. If you want to know, I can ask him?"

"No, remember what you promised me, don't get into trouble or get hurt."

As Snape spoke, he ruffled Artes' hair and ran his fingertips through the hair. The soft hair felt great, so he patiently repeated it a second time.

"Don't get hurt."

The ruffled hair was messy and scattered, blocking his vision. Artes narrowed his eyes, buried his head in Snape's arms, and rubbed him comfortingly.

"Don't be afraid, they will only be hurt."

It better be this way.

Snape said no more, picked up the highly theoretical potions book aside and continued reading.

Aces also took out his book, opened it casually, and scanned the failure cases above.

The air gradually became quiet, and the sound of the scraping of book pages and the sound of sparks exploding alternated, making people feel sleepy for no reason.

Asseth's eyelids gradually became heavy, swinging between opening and closing. His hands also swayed, and the book that was bigger than his face almost fell down. The wind caused by it woke up the eyelids that were about to close.

He tried various methods to persuade Snape to get more rest, but he forgot that no one had to wait long enough to squeeze out a Christmas that would not be disturbed by anyone at all.

The densely packed words on the book turned into swimming tadpoles, swaying in front of my eyes.

Asseth couldn't hold it in any longer and put down the book.

"Sev."

Snape's attention immediately turned away from the book, "How-"

He subconsciously silenced his voice.

Aces, who was pillowing on his lap, had his eyes closed and his breathing was slow, obviously falling asleep.

It was also because he fell asleep that the black marks under his eyebrows were particularly obvious.

Snape raised his hand and touched the eyes that always looked at him with a smile. In the deepest part of his black eyes, there was a heartache that had never been shown to others, "I'm sorry...I didn't notice your fatigue, and I still pulled you -"

The stroking fingers picked up the thin hair and scraped the skin. The skin fed back the touch to the brain, briefly bringing back the consciousness of being soaked in warm water.

Artes lazily raised his eyelids and interrupted Snape, "Sev, kiss me good night."

It's afternoon now, and the man is obviously too sleepy to say goodnight kiss.

Snape's cold mask melted, revealing a gentle smile, "Okay, goodnight kiss."

He held up the back of Asseth's neck, leaned down, placed a fleeting kiss on his lips, and then whispered good night in a soft voice.

"Good night."

"Good night, Sev."

Aces fell into sleep contentedly.

Snape wasn't sleepy yet, so he didn't take him back to his room, but picked up the book and continued reading.

When turning the pages, he habitually glanced at Arthur's condition, caught a glimpse of his exposed arm, and frowned in annoyance. He immediately picked up the wand beside him, waved it silently, and floated a large blanket.

The big blanket was made long enough by the potion master, and most of it covered Asseth, and a small section covered his own legs.

As if feeling Snape's concern, Artes also raised his lips slightly in his sleep.

……

On the other side, Lucius, who received the task, struggled for a day and a night. He got up early in the morning and wrote a letter to Snape, planning to visit Snape in the cellar in person.

Narcissa opened the study door and walked in. She saw Lucius was frightened and hid the letter, and looked at him suspiciously.

"Lucius? Who are you writing to?"

Lucius took a deep breath, forced a smile and hid the letter. Narcissa loved Draco deeply, and he didn't dare to let her know that Voldemort wanted to see Draco, so he could only look back and say, "This mission failed again. "

Narcissa immediately forgot about the letter and checked Lucius' body worriedly.

Lucius struck while the iron was hot and spent a lot of effort to fool Narcissa.

Narcissa rested for a while in the study.

Most of the rooms in their house had been commandeered by Voldemort, and only the bedroom and Lucius's study allowed them to completely relax and be themselves.

Lucius accompanied her to rest on the sofa. When Narcissa was about to leave, he hesitated and called her, "Sissy, you know the person you brought..."

"I can't say."

Narcissa cut him off just in time.

The two had been married for many years, and Lucius easily caught a hint of fear in her tone.

Narcissa was well-informed and had seen a lot of things in the two pure-blood families. There was no reason to be scared so easily. The only explanation was that Voldemort was too crazy and the things he did were horrific.

Lucius wiped his face randomly, his hands were wet with cold sweat, and said hoarsely: "Okay, I understand, you... pay attention to safety."

"You too."

Needless to say, the tacit understanding between the couple went into their respective jobs after a short break.

Lucius sent the letter and grabbed the fly powder according to the time on the letter, "Hogwarts Cellar."

Snape received Morbid's reminder and released the cellar's protection in advance, sitting on the sofa and waiting.

There is poured black tea at hand.

As soon as Lucius came out, he saw his friend and the steaming black tea, and his shoulders dropped involuntarily.

But the weight on his shoulders was still there, and he forced himself to steady his mind, hold on to the cane, and straighten his back, but in an instant he returned to his behavior as the head of the Malfoy family.

"Severus, thank you for your hospitality."

Snape lazily raised his eyes and unceremoniously opened his scar, "You look like you are about to cry. If you really can't help it, I can close your eyes for three seconds."

Lucius: "..."

I was so moved that I fed the dog.

"See clearly, I'm not crying."

He resolutely sat down in front of Snape and stared at Snape.

Snape really did what he said. He looked carefully at his bloodshot eyes and gave a professional diagnosis, "You haven't slept at night lately?"

"Who asked you to see this!"

The big platinum peacock looked more intimidating than the small one. Snape leaned back to avoid the attack range of the peacock's feathers.

"This is the only thing you have eyes for. Also, you should pay attention to rest."

Lucius looked at his friend who expressed concern for him in horror, and for a moment he even thought about where to bury him after his death.

"Are you really Severus?"

Snape frowned in disgust, "It seems that the Cruciatus Curse has left you with irreversible damage."

"How is that possible! I drank the potion, and only those mindless idiots have no money to buy the potion." Lucius nodded in confidence.

Snape didn't understand what there was to be proud of.

The potions he recently sold were sold at exaggerated prices due to the small quantity, so Lucius even bought them all.

Lucius is described as a fool with too much money.

"Let's get down to business, what do you want from me?" Snape knocked on the table, bringing the topic back.