HP: Embrace the Darkness

Snape was about to fall asleep, but he was aroused by the fragrant fragrance and was hungry. He unconsciously opened his mouth and took the meat in accordance with Artes's words.

The smell of meat in his mouth made him chew faster.

One piece, two pieces, three pieces...

A person who says he won't eat can finish a plate of steak alone, but it's still not enough.

"One more piece."

Asses didn't say anything and took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

After waiting and waiting for the next piece of meat, Snape had to open his eyes, squinted and glanced around, and said displeased: "Where is my meat?"

"No more." Asseth put the oil-stained handkerchief aside, leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips, "Aren't you sleepy? Let's go to bed?"

When he heard that the meat was gone, Snape closed his eyes and turned his head away with a vindictive heart. He expressed his rejection with actions, and also added a cold word "go away".

Aces blinked and smiled good-naturedly.

A breakup is better than a wedding. His current mood and temper are so good that he even fears it. He even feels that the word "get out" is more like coquettishness.

Hmm...why doesn't it count?

Asseth coughed twice, and his mind was filled with thoughts of the potion master who was all red just now. He couldn't imagine how touching the word "get out" would be when it appeared at that time.

When his nose felt hot, he hurriedly tilted his head to conceal it, and caressed his upper lip without any trace. When he felt that his fingers were empty, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head back.

"Sev? Go to bed."

Snape seemed oblivious, closing his eyes and trying to control his temper.

Under the influence of the remnants of Voldemort's soul, he wanted to kick or curse any living thing he saw. His temper was so fierce that he himself was afraid. If he didn't control it, he was afraid that Artes would scold him from head to toe, and maybe even Will do it.

It was only now that he understood why Voldemort tortured them with the Cruciatus Curse at every turn.

If it were him, he couldn't help it either.

"Sev." Artes kept repeating, "The sofa is uncomfortable to sleep on. If we go back to bed, I'll carry you there."

Noisy!

Can you give me a good sleep? ?

Snape reluctantly opened his heavy eyelids and pinched Artes' cheek in anger.

The skin under his hands was extremely hot. He paused and asked suspiciously: "Why is your face so hot? And so red?"

Asseth said without changing his expression, "Is there any?"

Snape pinched him again, thinking that he might have used too much force and pinched the person red.

So I secretly stopped a little bit.

"Why are you so noisy? Just now I told you that you wouldn't let me go to bed. I had to take a bath and have breakfast first. Now I want to eat, but you don't let me eat. Mr. Cavendish, should I say that you are quick to fall out or do not keep your words? Woolen cloth?"

The deliberately restrained venom was neither painful nor itchy to Asseth. He smiled and smoothed his hair skillfully.

"It's not good to eat too much before going to bed. When you wake up, I'll eat whatever you want with me, okay?"

"Oh, why should I listen to you?" Snape retorted, the unknown fire in his heart was always burning, making him upset and just wanted to vent.

"...You scolded me to gain strength?"

Aces had a brilliant mind and came up with an angle that Snape had never thought of.

Snape looked at him like a fool, a little confused as to which of the two of them was affected by Voldemort's soul.

Otherwise, no one would rush to scold me.

Aces smiled and leaned forward, his face directly pressed into Snape's hand, quite implying that he would not fight back or scold him. At first glance, it looked a bit like he was rushing to scold him.

Snape gritted his teeth and barely suppressed the irritation in his heart. He wanted to see what else Artes wanted to say.

"So... go to bed?"

"……go!"

After a moment of silence, Snape decisively stood up and walked towards the big bed that looked very comfortable.

Aces followed.

The manor was no better than a cellar. There was only a quilt and a pillow on the bed. Snape took the pillow and quilt as his own, chose a position that was pleasing to his eye, and lay down.

The moment he sank into the soft mattress, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared, leaving only the happiness and joy of being able to hug Artes again.

During this period, he thought countless times about what he would do if he couldn't get it back. Fortunately, although fate was stingy, it was still willing to favor him occasionally.

Snape held on to the last bit of consciousness and raised his hand to call Artes over.

The next second, he was surrounded by a familiar scent.

A pair of hands reached over and covered his eyes from a distance.

My eyes fell into darkness, and the world became quiet.

"Go to sleep, I'll stay with you."

The man's voice was soft, like a feather floating lightly on his heart. An unspeakable peace of mind swept through his body instantly, and the tense nerves since the soul exchange quietly relaxed.

A faint smile appeared on Snape's lips, he muttered a vague "hmm", his eyebrows relaxed, he put his arms around Asseth's waist, and leaned against his neck without moving.

There was a steady breathing in his arms, and Asseth moved his arms, tilted his head slightly, and quietly stared at the outline of his lover in the darkness.

After a long while, he slowly closed his eyes and leaned over.

The tips of their noses touched and their breaths intertwined.

After a while, a long breath came out of the bedroom. On the bed, which was covered by the bed curtain, two tall men were close to each other, sleeping in each other's arms.

……

On the other side, Professor McGonagall finished dealing with the officials of the Ministry of Magic and came alone to the room where "Dumbledore's" body was placed.

There were no lights on in the room, and the only light source came from the translucent window. The weakened light fell on the old man's peaceful brows, peaceful and gentle.

Professor McGonagall stood blankly in the shadows.

After an unknown amount of time, she fell back to reality from the virtual world where everything she saw was separated by a layer of fog, and for the first time she had a real understanding of Dumbledore's death.

Then came great sadness.

In the deserted room, the witch, who had always remained serious, finally took off her strong shell, hunched over and held "Dumbledore's" hand, sobbing uncontrollably.

"A-Albus."

It's a pity that the old man on the bed just lay unconscious and had no way to respond.

In this way, Professor McGonagall stayed alone all morning. Near noon, she wiped away her tears and called Hagrid to take away Dumbledore's body.

She plans to hold a funeral for Dumbledore.

Before that can happen, Dumbledore's body still needs some repairs.

Hagrid cried harder than Professor McGonagall. He was crying even when he picked up Dumbledore. Tears the size of pearls splashed on Dumbledore's beard, making a large area wet.

Professor McGonagall's eyebrows twitched heavily, and she hurriedly pulled Hagrid to wipe away his tears so as not to wet Dumbledore's body.

It was already broken into pieces, and it would be even worse if it was still swollen.

The more Professor McGonagall thought about it, the more worried she became, and finally decided to send Dumbledore's body away in person.

Dumbledore, who was far away in Cavendish Manor, seemed to feel something. His nose felt sore and he sneezed loudly, frightening Grindelwald's words back.

"Al? Are you okay?"

"Maybe Minerva and the others missed me." Dumbledore smiled and wiped the moist corners of his eyes.