HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape looked at Artes's brows stained with sadness, and subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand to calm those worries, but a hand that did not belong to him appeared in his eyes.

He is still Voldemort.

Snape realized this and was unwilling to take back his hand, pretending to be calm and giving suggestions.

"You should tell them."

Asseth also wanted to hug his lover, but they both knew that this was not the time to be willful. He closed his eyes and explained to Snape.

"I can't tell them that my mother's condition is not good, not only because of her pregnancy, but also because... she dreamed that something happened to me some time ago."

Snape's throat tightened, and his voice was low and dry, "So you can?"

Aces didn't answer immediately.

To be honest, he wasn't sure of the answer. There was no attempt in this world to guarantee 100% immunity from harm. He could only minimize the harm.

Snape's tense string broke at Artes' silence. He suddenly reached out his hand, held Artes's wrist through his sleeve, and tightened it vigorously.

"Tell me you don't."

Aces refused to dodge, every cell in his body was clamoring to hug the lover in front of him.

Even if it's not a familiar body, it's still a familiar soul. What he loves is just the soul, right?

But no, his Sif would be sad and blame himself. Asseth straightened his lips and suppressed his greed with strong self-control.

His whole body was shaking almost imperceptibly due to the forbearance, but his voice still had a soothing meaning.

"...I don't want to lie to you. Potions and alchemy may fail. I don't know if I will... Don't worry, I will do my best to protect myself."

Trembling seemed to be transmitted along the place where the two people were close. Snape took over from Artes, his fingers trembling in fear, "You didn't say that before."

Artes couldn't explain it, so he raised his hand to cover the back of Snape's hand to express comfort.

The temperature passed through the air to the back of his hands, and then to the bottom of his heart. Snape calmed down, "What about me? Will I die in this war?"

Compared with the excitement when talking about the possibility of something happening to Artes, Snape was almost calm when he asked if he would die.

Aces' eyelashes trembled slightly, "If you will die, there is only one reason."

He tried his best to suppress the fear deep in his bones and met Snape's eyes.

Snape looked at him quietly, trying to find some clues in his eyes.

"That means I'm no longer here."

Snape felt a strange sense of relief that he had never experienced before and a dense fear that spread throughout his body.

The peace of mind made him relax involuntarily, but fear kept teasing his heartstrings.

Two completely different emotions intertwined, knocking down all his calmness. He raised his lips like Asseth, and his scarlet eyes showed the familiar soul of Asseth.

"Aces, if something happens to you, don't force me to live. I'd rather find you in another world than live alone in a world without you."

Snape spoke slowly, every word seeming to come from his heart.

He was already alone. After everything settled, he paid back everything he had to pay back. The only bond he had was the man who had been with him for eight years.

If the last bond disappears, there will be no difference between dying and living for him.

Aces lowered his eyes and said nothing.

For a moment, he raised a smile, held Snape's wrist through his sleeves, and hooked him begrudgingly.

"Can you give me some time? I can't tell you the answer right now. Wait until you change your body and ask again and I'll answer you, okay?"

Snape stared deeply at Artes, "Okay."

-

For Dumbledore's sake, Voldemort's plan this time was exactly what Artes said, and he had been carefully preparing it for a period of time.

A week later, he returned to Malfoy Manor and found Helbo, who had just returned, to ask about the second soul exchange.

During this period, Halbo was almost driven crazy by the torture of Artes. When he saw Voldemort, he wished he could take him to the dungeon to get his soul back.

Voldemort looked at the stunned Herbo and touched his wand doubtfully, "Are you listening to me? Or is there something wrong with exchanging souls?"

Hearing the exchange of souls, Haierbo came back to his senses conditionedly and said, "No problem, absolutely no problem. Just tell me the time and I will prepare it now. I guarantee you will set the time today and change it back tomorrow."

Voldemort was even stranger.

"What happened recently? Why do you look so frightened?"

Hearing this, Haierbo denied it repeatedly, "No, it's been quiet lately. It's just that I'm a little tired from the chores of preparing for soul exchange."

Voldemort stroked his wand and looked at Helbo's eyes, which were so sharp that people dared not look directly into them.

However, how high Haierbo's rank was, even if he was tortured half to death by Asseth, he was still enough to deal with Voldemort. Naturally, Voldemort didn't see anything in his eyes and could only give up.

"Then start preparing. Dumbledore stupidly exposed his flaw. As long as I seize this flaw, I can come back."

Haierbo nodded repeatedly and grabbed two unlucky guys passing by to make preparations.

Unlucky guy No. 1. Lucius: "..."

Unlucky guy No. 2. Mrs. Lovelace: "..."

They were just passing by, why take them away.

Lucius wailed even more in his heart and kept giving Snape winks. Voldemort received the signal and looked over coldly.

Lucius was frightened by the same violent look as Voldemort's, and Slytherin's radar buzzed crazily. He quickly withdrew his look for help, and followed Herbo obediently out of here.

In comparison, Mrs. Lovelace was much smarter. Apart from scolding her in her mind, she didn't show any look that she shouldn't have from beginning to end.

Halbo left with the people, and Voldemort was still watching his back as he left.

He planned to find out what was wrong with Haierbo, but Hogwarts was full of troubles and he couldn't get out of it.

It was also at this time that Voldemort realized how difficult it was for Snape.

A bad professor has so many things to do! Not only do you have to attend classes, you also have to prepare lessons, write lesson plans, write after-class reports, and correct papers.

The lesson plans and after-school reports have to be submitted to that damn principal Dumbledore for review!

Damn it, he's quitting! ! !

Now, immediately!