The Handsome Dark Lord[Comprehensive]

Grimmauld Square NO.12.

Sirius stared coldly at the gloomy man in the corner, the knife in his eyes was colder than the wind and snow outside the window.

A sumptuous Christmas dinner was placed on the table, and Kreacher spent a whole day preparing it cursingly. When serving the table, he still cursed the Order of the Phoenix as a group of "filthy mudbloods that occupy the nests of doves and magpies". There may be poison in the food.

But Sirius' cold eyebrows had nothing to do with it.

Except for a few members of the Order of the Phoenix who were homeless and had to stay behind, today was the day when most people went home for a reunion, so Snape, who showed up without warning, seemed particularly suspicious.

"Why is he here?"

asked Sirius.

Several other people at the table looked at each other, but no one could answer.In fact, they all knew he was picking on Snape.

Moody's false eyes turned to the other side of the table, and Mundungus huddled himself in a corner, eating, not daring to look up at anyone.Tonks frowned slightly and glanced at Lupine.The werewolf's expression was very calm, and she also remained silent.

As if it had nothing to do with him, Snape slowly chewed on a large piece of roast meat. He hadn't touched it for an untold amount of time, and he didn't want to waste time dealing with lunatics.

Sirius slapped the table sharply, startling Mundungus.He stood up and walked towards Snape, reaching for his collar, but the latter blocked him a step ahead.

"Go away, Blake." Snape's tone surprised everyone secretly, the obviously repressed anger came from nowhere.

Sirius was unmoved, "I ask you, why don't you stay at Hogwarts?"

Snape said coldly, "None of your business."

"Harry will stay in school this year!" Sirius said angrily, "Voldemort is there too! Do you know what you are useful for?"

The name caused another silent shudder.Tonks put down his fork uncomfortably, and Lupine's expression turned serious.Snape's face showed a trace of gray, but his eyes became gloomy.

"What's my use? Why don't you tell me what's your use, to stay at home as a human figure for the rest of your life? Oh, this house doesn't necessarily belong to you."

Enraged, Sirius drew out his wand and pointed it at Snape.Unusually, Snape didn't react in time.Perhaps the long period of house arrest made him physically and mentally weak, and he experienced a night of shocking upheavals, and his ability to respond in a safe environment was greatly reduced.

Sirius didn't hesitate, and immediately launched the spell.

"Fuchsia!"

"Stop the curse."

Tonks pushed back the chair and stood up, but it was not she who cast the curse, but Dumbledore who stepped out of the fireplace.

"Albus!" Moody came to his senses, getting up on crutches.Dumbledore nodded to him, and Tonks went over to update the access key to the fireplace.

"Wait a minute, Alastor, I have something to discuss with Severus."

Moody nodded, and Dumbledore turned back to Sirius, "I promise Severus has a good reason to be here, and so do I, okay?"

Sirius put away his wand unwillingly. "Where's Harry?"

Snape was watching Dumbledore too, as if caring as much as Sirius.

Dumbledore's expression was a little subtle, and he just said softly: "He's fine. Don't worry."

Snape walked up to the second floor with Dumbledore expressionlessly.

In fact he still wanted to eat something, but it never mattered what he thought.

The study room on the second floor has been transformed into a small meeting room.Dumbledore pushed the door open and walked in. As soon as he turned around, he saw Snape sitting directly on the sofa next to the door, without even locking the door.He froze for a moment, realized something, went back and locked the door gently.

"Would you like some refreshments, Severus?" he said mildly, pulling up a nearby chair and sitting down, "Even though Kreacher isn't very welcoming, orders for small favors can still be done. "

Snape looked at him complicatedly: "At any time, do you have to emphasize your quirks that are different from ordinary people?"

"Oh..." Dumbledore's tone paused slightly. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he showed a trace of weakness. "I just think you are too tired and need something to eat."

Snape froze slightly, but Dumbledore quickly changed the subject.

"I've got a... astonishing truth," he mused, "so astonishing. So much so that judging whether it's true or false becomes crucial. It's about you, Severus, and you have to make a judgment yourself. "

Snape calmed down and listened.

"In fact..." Dumbledore pondered his words. "For some reason, Voldemort decided to spare your life... How likely do you think it is?"

Snape's eyes sharpened, and he asked sternly, "Potter is lying, isn't he?"

Dumbledore was taken aback, and then understood, "No, Voldemort did find out your true position. I think your performance at the bottom of the Forbidden Forest gave him the key evidence."

Snape fell silent.

Dumbledore recalled: "You thought Harry was going to die at that time...but he returned to school intact in the end. I think you are right, Severus, the relationship between Harry and Voldemort has us unimaginable change."

Kreacher appeared out of nowhere, carrying a plate full of pastries on the table, muttering tiresome expletives.

"Thank you, Kreacher," said Dumbledore quietly.

But Kreacher glared at him viciously, cursing the Order of the Phoenix for embezzling Black's property even more fiercely.

Dumbledore ordered him to leave, forcibly eliminating the source of the noise.

Just as Snape showed a sneer, he was dismissed by the pastry pushed in front of him.

"You need to replenish your strength. The next truth needs more time to digest."

After eating dessert, Snape's perennial sallow face finally regained a trace of blood, and his spirit was obviously much better.

Dumbledore then dropped a bombshell: "Harry told me that he and Voldemort became lovers."

The trace of blood that Snape had just recovered disappeared at an even faster speed.

He even unconsciously stared blankly, a stress response trained under high pressure all the year round made his brain automatically clear his mind, and entered the numb state of Occlumency.

After a while, seeing that he showed no signs of self-recovery, Dumbledore continued in a natural tone: "Yes, because of this relationship, he got a guarantee from Voldemort that he would not kill you."

Snape's dark eyes turned to him mechanically, showing no emotional ups and downs, just a senseless blankness.

Dumbledore sighed. Despite a lot of foreshadowing, the impact of the secret itself was still too strong.If he hadn't lived long enough and had such a past, he might not be able to digest it all at once.

In fact, even he couldn't say he had fully digested the truth.

"I believe Harry, Severus, but I'm wondering if Harry has been deluded."

Dumbledore pretended that Snape was still thinking normally, and seriously discussed his views.

"We all know how good Voldemort was at deceiving people, especially when he didn't hesitate to use his superior external conditions. I especially know some great 'achievements'. If he deliberately did it, Harry could easily become... I'm not saying he's credulous, but with Harry's kindness and bravery, he might be more daring to believe in the good."

Perhaps it was the questioning of Harry that aroused Snape's empathy, and he gradually changed from a dull state to a familiar sneer.

"Self-righteous Potter savior."

He completely ignored the disapproving look from Dumbledore.The brain started working again, and was convinced by Dumbledore's guess almost instantly.

"It is impossible for the mysterious man to spare me." He analyzed coldly, "Unlike those Death Eaters who betrayed their comrades and escaped from prison, my change of position is a complete betrayal, which he hates the most. Even for some For the purpose, he verbally agreed, and afterward—after the purpose was achieved—absolutely contradicted his promise.”

"Potter..." he gradually recalled, becoming sneering and angry, "the couple...that's ridiculous...his self-righteousness must stop."

Dumbledore looked at him and carefully considered: "You think they can't be lovers?"

"The Dark Lord doesn't need a lover." Snape returned to his expressionless face again, "More than that, he hates men and women who want to climb into his bed, and all Death Eaters know it. Otherwise, I don't know how many people will use whatever means Bellatrix won't be Lestrange."

"..." Dumbledore did not refute, but fell into deep thought.

But Snape knew him, and glared at him in disbelief at the reaction: "Why, do you think there's even a shred of possibility? The Dark Lord - the one who can't even be named - and - even It would be nice to change it to anyone - it's Potter, the savior kid!"

Dumbledore looked at him calmly, with an imperceptible smile in the corner of his eyes, "Harry is very welcome."

"That's not the point at all!" Snape yelled angrily, and then muttered quickly, "It's just a childish fantasy of a group of teenage brats with excess hormones, and Potter is simply a hairless megalomaniac without any charm It can be said...how could the Dark Lord be interested in him."

"Well..." Dumbledore responded ambiguously, and then said, "Then, the possibility that he promised to let you go..."

"Impossible." Snape was a little impatient, with a hint of anxiety, "but I have to stop Potter from being stupid. He didn't let the wind out at all, which shows how much he believes in himself and the Dark Lord...it's so stupid !"

Dumbledore heard it: "You think Voldemort will still kill you, but still go back, just to prevent Harry from falling in love, don't you?"

Snape angrily corrected: "There is no such thing as love! Are you confused, Dumbledore!"

"I'm talking about you, Severus," said Dumbledore, full of sorrow. "You don't care if you die, so long as Harry can escape the danger."

"..." Snape's expression froze, and the corner of his mouth forced a sarcasm, "Isn't this what you hoped for, Dumbledore?"

His voice became flat again.

Dumbledore shook his head.Snape didn't seem to care about his reaction.

"I disagree, Severus."

Snape looked up at him with raised eyebrows.

"I think similarly to you. Voldemort probably won't let you off so easily. Even in order to trick Harry, he decided not to kill for the time being. But I think he will do it sooner or later, and even before that, if it falls into his hands, it won't be too late." It won't make you feel better."

The muscles on Snape's face tensed unnaturally, clearly empathizing with Dumbledore's speculation.

"You need to avoid the limelight for a while." Dumbledore stood up and put a hand on his shoulder lightly, "Don't go back to Hogwarts until you find a better way, stay here and bide your time, Severus .Me and the other professors will keep Harry safe at Hogwarts."

"..." Snape didn't speak.

Dumbledore knew that this represented acquiescence.

After their conversation was over, Snape seemed to have settled down for a long time, watched Dumbledore's movement of getting up, and asked abruptly, "What else do you know, Dumbledore?"

"Feel sorry?"

"What the hell are you hiding? You, maybe even that little Potter... you must know something," Snape said. "Tell me."

Standing in front of the door, Dumbledore looked at his still-glowing right hand and said softly, "I have nothing to say... Severus."

Snape let out a cold snort as expected.

Dumbledore sighed softly: "Try to get along with everyone, even the person you hate the most."

Snape's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly realized something: "Black...you don't know?"

Dumbledore glanced at him lightly, acquiescing.

"I want you to keep it secret, it's not suitable for publication yet."

"...Of course I understand." Snape said coldly, but there was a malicious light in his eyes.

Of course it must be kept secret, otherwise how can you appreciate Blake's ridiculous ignorance and ignorance?