HP: Embrace the Darkness

From Snape's perspective, Anna and Artes' postures were actually very misleading.

Anna's long hair was spread over her shoulders, and her face couldn't be seen clearly. She was wearing a men's coat with Artese's initials on the cuffs, and was hugged intimately by Artese, the owner of the coat.

When ordinary people see this scene, it’s hard not to think twice.

But even if the potion master was in a sleep-deprived state, he would not make such a stupid mistake. He guessed Anna's identity and subconsciously patted the dew on his clothes.

Just as he was about to step forward, a flash of ink appeared in his peripheral vision.

Snape suddenly turned his head, looking at the black panther running towards him in surprise, while frantically recalling the black panther he saw in Artes' memory.

Perhaps he didn't want to believe it, but there was always a lucky voice in his heart telling him that this was just a misunderstanding.

Therefore, he was lucky enough to think that Cavendish Manor just happened to have a black panther for viewing.

However, exactly the same.

The two black panthers are exactly the same, no! This is the same black panther.

The Potions Master's already drowsy mind went into chaos the moment the features and patterns of the two black panthers overlapped.

Snape did not doubt that Asseth had other ideas when facing other people, but only himself - or that him, he could not be sure whether Asseth would be soft-hearted towards "him" or not. Feeling distressed.

You must know how sad and painful Ass was in that memory. He saw it all and remembered it clearly, day and night.

in case……

If Asseth chooses "him".

What about him?

How could he be so impatient to come here...

My body, which had not slept for an unknown number of days, seemed to finally remember to protest. The pinprick-like pain spread from the brain to all the organs.

Snape's face turned pale, and his vision became confused, empty and lifeless.

Subconsciously, he wanted to speak unscrupulously to protect his fragile self-esteem as usual, but subconsciously, he remembered his regret last time. Even if he wanted to say bad words again, he couldn't say a word. After struggling, he could only let his instinct Drive the body to spontaneously escape from the source of pain.

Anna, who had just turned around, watched as Snape staggered back, knocked open the flowers behind him, and disappeared into the flowery garden in an instant.

"What's wrong with Severus! Is there a misunderstanding? Artes, what are you doing standing here like a piece of wood!? Go after him!"

The old mother slapped Asseth in the face and anxiously urged him to chase him.

Aces glanced at the pacing black panther, understood something, and his expression was not very good. He raised his feet and chased after him. After running for two steps, he stopped and called Nina.

"Nina, take care of mother."

"What are you taking care of? Go chase him!" Anna raised her hand and hit him, "You won't die if you're pregnant."

Seeing Nina's nervous look on her face protecting Anna, Asseth relaxed and focused on chasing the person.

The black panther saw Artese and another human being who seemed familiar to it running in tandem, and became interested and ran over to join in the fun, easily surpassing Artese.

For the first time, Asseth felt that the black panther was an eyesore, and the wand in his hand was about to move.

Seeing that the black panther was about to catch up with Snape first, Artes's face turned so dark that it could be compared to the color of the black panther's fur.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore.

Raising his hand, the surrounding branches, leaves and vines grew wildly, and a large hunting net was woven, firmly blocking the front of the black panther and blocking the black panther's footsteps.

"Go back, otherwise tomorrow's all-meat feast will be cancelled."

Aces's voice was so cold that the black panther's paws that were still trying to struggle suddenly did not dare to move anymore. He was bundled into a ball by the vines and packed back to the maze.

Snape also heard Artes' reprimand before, and stopped in his tracks. Later, he realized that Voldemort's staying up late for many days might have really affected his judgment.

No matter from which angle he looked at it, Asseth would not openly leave the protagonist of the "transferred love" at home without inviting him over.

And if he remembered correctly, that person was already dead, his soul was destroyed, and there was no possibility of survival.

Wanting to understand this, Snape slowed down again and glanced back intentionally or unintentionally from the corner of his eye.

The current situation was embarrassing. He knew he should stop and figure it out. His brain and body also wanted to stop, but he... couldn't help but face it.

When he was struggling, his hand was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Okay, no need to worry.

Snape stopped smoothly, and before he could turn around, the strength in his hand disappeared into thin air.

Um? Let go! ?

The potion master turned around angrily, and met a pair of distressed, vaguely red eyes. The anger instantly died down and turned into helplessness.

Aces took Snape's hand, held the wrist bone, and stared at the empty space.

"……Thin."

The man's voice, which sounded like a sigh, melted into the wind, and Snape's heart suddenly softened.

"you……"

Aces closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and suppressed the surging emotions.

When he looked up, he had the same gentle and caring smile on his face as usual. He turned his hand and intertwined his fingers with Snape's, and apologized.

"Sev, I'm sorry for not telling you that it currently lives in the manor. I promise, I know it is not him, and it was not for him that I found it and put it in the manor. Don't be angry. I will send it away after a while. "

The two of them had not had physical contact for a long time, and now that they suddenly came into contact, Snape felt somewhat uncomfortable. He pulled out his hand, and the black robe that moved in the wind wrapped him tightly, like a hedgehog retracting its protective shell. .

Then he acted like a hedgehog and said, "I'm not angry, I just suddenly remembered something."

Artes laughed, but he was willing to cooperate with him. He persevered in picking up the black robe with his fingertips, "Then...do you have anything else to do now?"

The Potions Master narrowed his eyes sleepily and said slowly: "I assume you haven't got your head around yet..."

His voice became softer and quieter, and in the end it was almost inaudible. If the black robe hadn't persisted in fluttering in the wind, Artes would have suspected that he was asleep.

But why are you so sleepy?

There is a light source on the Patronus, and you will be spotted if you get too close, especially in a dark cellar, so Artes doesn't know that Voldemort likes to stay up late at night.

Seeing the tiredness that naturally showed in his lover's eyebrows, Artes was heartbroken and said softly: "Sev, let's go back to the room and rest for a while?"

Snape gave a low "hmm", and without caring about anything else, he took a step forward and leaned on Artes' shoulder, relaxed his body, and rubbed him comfortably.

The anger that kept him strong disappeared, and the sleepiness came one after another. He just wanted to have a good sleep now, and as for other things, he would talk about it when he woke up.

The person in his arms showed his trust without any reservation and put all his weight on him. Asses's arms used strength to tightly hug his slightly slimmer waist.

The long-lost breath of your lover enveloped your whole body, and both of them let out sighs of contentment at the same time.

How long had it been since they had hugged each other?

They almost forgot each other's scent.

Obviously they love each other so deeply, but hugging feels a little strange.

Artes turned his head and kissed Snape's neck, then hugged him sideways.