HP: Embrace the Darkness

The three of them took a shortcut through the woods.

The openness in front of me has reached a new high again. At a glance, there is basically nothing blocking the view.

Worried that if he took too long, young Snape would vomit on himself, Ases walked quickly and steadily, and when he went upstairs he wanted to use all his strength on his arms.

The effect was very gratifying. The young Snape never complained of feeling uncomfortable throughout the process. After being put on the ground and taking off his coat, his complexion looked much better.

Ases pointed to the only two rooms on the second floor and said, "Choose a room for yourself. I'll put your clothes there. Tomorrow I'll make you a storage for alchemical items. We can buy anything else you need."

As long as he could live in Spinner's End, young Snape was not picky and pointed to the room nearest to him. Athis pushed the door open, opened the empty closet, and with a wave of his hand, hung a closet full of clothes for him.

As he hung up the clothes, he said, "Time is too short, and some custom-made ones haven't been delivered yet, so I'll just wear these for now."

The young boy Snape, who was still wearing his school robe, looked at the wardrobe full of everything from pajamas to formal wear, pursed his lips and hummed softly.

At the door, Snape leaned against the wall and saw through his thoughts at a glance: "The potions I brew are priceless. His businesses are all over the wizarding world. Wealth is just a string of cold numbers to us. You don't have to mind this little money."

"Sever is right." Aces closed the closet and said with a smile, "You won't care about this string of cold numbers in the future. With the title of Potion Master, it will cost a lot of money just to ask you to do it, not to mention the reward after the completion."

The young Snape was so fascinated by the future the two described that even the dizziness he felt faded a lot.

"Go take a shower, we'll wait for you downstairs."

Aces stuffed the chosen home clothes into his arms, cast several cleaning spells on himself, and went downstairs with Snape in his arms, clean and tidy.

In the corridor, they could faintly hear their whispers discussing whether he could take a good bath.

Young Snape: "..."

Perhaps because one of the people being discussed was himself who had the same experience as him, and the other was his lover with whom he had a similar sensibility, the boy did not have any other feelings and just wanted to roll his eyes at each of them.

It had been a while since Ases had been alone with Snape. After sitting down on the sofa, he couldn't help but put his hands around Snape's thin and tight waist. He sighed and buried his head in the crook of his neck, rubbing against him stickyly: "I missed you so much, Sev."

Snape looked up at the stairs, raised his arms to hug his long-lost lover, placed a kiss on the top of his head, and whispered, "Me too."

The two of them snuggled quietly.

After a while, Athis loosened his hand, stroked the back of Snape's neck, and gave him a long, tight, non-sexual kiss.

As soon as the kiss ended, there was a door closing sound upstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Continue tonight.

Aces said silently.

Snape slapped his head away, raised his eyebrows slightly, and responded with expression.

see your performance.

Young Snape walked down the stairs and noticed that the atmosphere was not right. Thinking of a possibility, he was shocked and rushed over in two steps: "Did you have a fight?"

"You seem to be looking forward to our quarrel?" Snape looked at his younger self dimly. "I'm sorry to disappoint you. We haven't quarreled yet."

"Really there was no quarrel?"

As he spoke, his eyes moved between the two of them, focusing on Snape.

“That’s really unbelievable.”

Snape raised his eyebrows. Although he was a head shorter than the other person when he was sitting, he did not look weak.

"I can't believe it either. I didn't realize how stupid I was until now. Do you need me to ask you to sit down? Or do you need me to teach you what politeness is?"

The boy narrowed his eyes and remained in a stalemate with Snape, refusing to sit down.

Ases smelled excessive gunpowder in the air and tried to smooth things over. He talked until his mouth was dry before he calmed the two, both young and old, down.

"By the way, Sif, is it really okay for you to take advantage of the situation like this?"

Snape lazily supported his chin, his brows and eyes full of confidence: "What's the problem? I'm not Severus Snape now."

"That's right." Aces put down a cup of hot cocoa on his left, handed over a cup of Earl Grey tea on his right, and then walked up the stairs. "You came at the right time. I have something to do these days. Will you take over his teaching task first?"

Snape nodded without saying anything.

The person being taught was dissatisfied with the clear arrangements he had been given and wanted to express some opinions, but Ases smiled and used the universal excuses of "I don't have time" and "I'll definitely do it next time" to shirk the responsibility.

Although they are both Severus Snape, one is a lover and the other is not, so there is no need to think about which side to stand on.

Considering that everyone was tired today, especially the young Snape who had been vomiting for a long time, Aces persuaded Snape to start from tomorrow.

The "know-it-all" Potions Master still listened to his lover's words, and took out a stack of books and a roll of parchment as tall as a person.

The parchment unfolded and rolled to the feet of the young Snape.

He lowered his head and looked carefully, and saw the densely packed time and task contents.

"These books must be finished during the holidays. The parchment contains a study schedule." Snape smiled slightly and said words at minus ten degrees with a mouth that was thirty-seven degrees Celsius. "Memorize them yourself and follow the schedule every day."

"Carry it down?"

The boy's expression was blank.

For a moment, he suspected that the experiences of the past few days were all fake, there were no visitors from another world, and it was all a dream.

Stupid.

Snape turned his head away in disgust, not wanting to see someone make such a stupid expression with his face.

"Sif, stop teasing him." Aces took the parchment with amusement. A flash of light appeared, and a roll of identical parchment appeared in his hand. "No need to carry it, just take it."

Young Snape took it in a daze, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was glad that he didn't have to memorize it or whether he was disgusted with "his" own bad taste.

"Isn't the arrangement above a bit too full?" Ases looked at the parchment and said distressedly, "Sif, I'll stay and help you."

Ah.

The young Snape, who thought that Athis was speaking for him, clenched the parchment with an expressionless face. The next time he had expectations of these two people, he would write the names upside down.

"Just do your thing. When you have time, teach him practical combat... close combat, firearms, and other things. You can pick and choose. His reaction that day was so slow that it was unbearable to watch."

Aces looked at the young Snape with sympathy. The poor child probably didn't know what he would face next. But it was useless to know. No one could escape from the hands of the Potions Master, not him, and not him either.

The schedule starts from today.

Snape changed the date to tomorrow and said mercifully, "You can go and rest now."

The boy sat still.

Snape asked doubtfully, "Do you have anything else to do?"