HP: Embrace the Darkness

The last bit of sunlight in the sky faded.

Night is coming.

In prehistoric times, the night was like a mysterious and terrifying veil, often foreshadowing endless dangers.

Over time, humans have developed an instinctive fear of the night.

However, the night is also a paradise for hunters.

An hour ago, the werewolves were unable to capture the city after a long attack, and a large group of wizards with various firearms came behind them. The werewolves, who had already experienced the power of firearms, became fearful and gathered together vigilantly, not daring to attack again.

Voldemort received the werewolf's request for help, and his patience with this group of rubbish had been exhausted to the extreme. Just as he was about to ignore it, he saw Bella still staring at his bleeding wrist with greedy and fierce eyes, and the desire for blood was clearly written on her pale face.

Still not satisfied? Voldemort frowned and reached out to Bella tentatively.

Bella immediately reached out to grab the fragrant food, but Voldemort dodged her.

Voldemort looked thoughtful, perhaps those rubbish could still play their final role.

Thinking it would be a waste if he didn't eat it, Voldemort simply ordered Bella to support the werewolves.

Bella was ordered to rush to Nemesis Manor with a group of corpses.

The moonlight is hazy, and the clear moonlight falls on the earth, like a gorgeous silver-white moon veil, half covering and half hiding, showing the tranquility of the moon.

However, the good times did not last long. Dark clouds suddenly rose up, like an inky giant beast covering the sky and the sun. The stars also disappeared, and the lingering mist quietly emerged like a veil, covering the earth.

A rainstorm is brewing.

The back door of Hogwarts.

The ground was covered with dead leaves that were out of season. No one had cleaned them up all year round, and the leaves underneath had already rotted. When you stepped on them, they felt soft and sticky.

Ases endured the discomfort and walked forward. His steps seemed neither fast nor slow, but in fact they were much faster than before. When he saw the dilapidated ancient door, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his pace again.

Walking into Hogwarts, a vague connection came from right in front of me.

Aces stood still, closed his eyes, and followed the connection to see the scene inside the castle - Professor McGonagall and Administrator Filch catching students wandering around at night in the corridor, Professor Flitwick drinking alone in the office, Professor Sprout taking a break, and... Snape overlooking the campus in the headmaster's office.

found it!

Athis opened his eyes, a hint of tenderness and smile appeared in his black eyes, and his magic power connected with Hogwarts Castle.

The next second, a golden light flashed, and he appeared out of thin air in the principal's office.

This was the first time that Ases was transported in this way. He didn't control the force well when he landed. Under the influence of inertia, he staggered two steps and had to hold on to the sofa to stand firmly.

Snape's reaction was quick.

He was looking out the window one second, and in the next he had drawn his wand, dodged to the side, found cover, and shouted, "Who!"

Seeing that the person coming was Athis, he put away his wand, and his brows seemed to be tied in a knot that never loosened.

"You should be thankful that I don't have the habit of using the Killing Curse the first time."

Athis walked over with a faint smile on his face. He stretched out his hand tentatively, and when he saw that Snape did not dodge, he helped him tidy up his hair that was messed up by the evening breeze.

"I didn't mean to scare you, I just lost control."

"Not under control?" Snape raised his eyebrows, then relaxed slightly. "As the headmaster, I don't mind accepting a student who failed the practical test, even if he has already graduated."

Athis brushed away the last strand of flying hair and looked directly into Snape's eyes. His dark eyes were filled with love that had never faded. He spoke frankly and sincerely, emphasizing each word: "But I don't want to be a student, especially not yours."

The bright moonlight poured in from the window, penetrating the deep black eyes. The bottomless eyes suddenly lit up with a faint light, just like the fire that Prometheus took back from the gods, shining, endless, bright and warm.

Snape raised his hand as if bewitched and touched Athis' eyes. He was pricked by the blinking eyelashes and withdrew his hand as if awakened from a dream. He straightened his sleeves as if nothing had happened and could not help asking the question that he had been unable to figure out.

"You seem so sure...are you so sure you'll never regret it?"

Having known Ases for so long, he never seemed to see Ases regret anything, especially... pursuing him.

This is actually a bit strange.

After all, humans are thinking creatures. As long as they are alive, they will inevitably think about whether there are better options for what has happened.

After a long time, you will feel regretful.

Even Dumbledore wouldn't dare to say that he had no regrets in his past life, let alone him?

If he didn't regret it, he would never have stayed in Hogwarts to serve Dumbledore.

A faint trace of regret flashed across Snape's eyes, and he touched his left arm uncomfortably.

"Sev, are you worried?" Aces stared into Snape's eyes, trying to find something unusual in his eyes.

"What are you worried about?" Snape asked.

Seeing that he seemed to be just simply confused and had no other intentions, Ases breathed a sigh of relief, pondered for a moment, and said carefully: "Yes, I am very sure that I will not regret it, but words are not enough. Before the future comes, I can't prove that I won't regret it. But the future will always come, and then we will know whether I regret it or not."

Snape said "hmm", not wanting to continue talking about this topic.

"Why are you here? What happened?"

Athis pretended to sigh, hugged Snape, buried his head in the familiar neck and rubbed it.

"Can't I just be thinking about you?"

Snape snorted coldly, pushed Aces away with a heart of stone, and blocked the sticky sugar-coated bullet.

"I'm assuming someone still remembers how many trips back to the principal's office they make each day."

With that, Snape took Aces' hand away and turned to stare out the window.

The ease and joy brought by Ases was like a meteor in the night sky, falling quietly in the night filled with strong murderous intent, and the burden of reality came like a tide.

He is different from Ases.

No matter what happened, Ases always had a smile on his face, whether deep or shallow, as if nothing could affect his mood.

He is different. Perhaps due to his living environment, he would feel anxious about preparing for a rainy day. Now on the eve of the war, he really has no mood to make trouble with Ases.

Ases saw Snape's silent resistance, hesitated for a few seconds, and suddenly held Snape's hand.

When Snape looked over, he smiled gently.

"Afraid?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, not from lust, but more like from nervousness.

"..." Snape was stunned for a moment and didn't react. "What did you say?"

Aces lowered his eyes and repeated his words slowly.

"Are you scared, Sev?"

Snape was silent for a while, and suddenly he understood what Athis meant. His pupils trembled slightly, and he subconsciously held Athis's hand.

"Not afraid."

It was late at night, the world had fallen asleep, and there was silence all around. Only the sound of the wind was still patrolling diligently, and Snape's voice became involuntarily softer.

"I've waited so long for this day that I've forgotten what it's like to be afraid."

I'm just worried that something might happen to you.

I'm only afraid of this.

Snape did not say the last two sentences. He just gently traced Aces's eyebrows and eyes, memorizing them bit by bit in his heart. At the same time, he secretly regretted wasting time thinking about other things.

Things have come to this point, and there is no point in worrying about it anymore. You might as well spend more time paying attention to the people around you.

If he had only one second left in this world, he hoped that this second would belong to Asseth, the lover he had never publicly acknowledged.

After figuring it out, Snape's aura became visibly softened. He took the initiative to put his arms around the back of Athis's neck and kissed him on the lips. When he pulled away, Snape still had a triumphant smile on his lips.

"It seems I have deceived you."

Athis lowered his head, his half-closed eyes hiding the complex expression in his eyes. He smiled as Snape said, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

"Yeah, you fooled me."

Or he was deceived willingly.

There was no way. He really didn't want to let the smile that had finally appeared on Snape's face disappear again.

In the face of love, the body and reason both chose to surrender.

The curve of Snape's lips became more obvious. He skillfully ruffled his curly hair and asked indulgently, "What else did you want to say just now?"

Don't think he can't see it. This person has glanced at him countless times.