[HP] Can you be gentle with me

"you do not trust me."

Tahlia raised one eyebrow. "I thought you knew that—"

"I totally understand why you don't trust me, Tahlia." Snape cut her off. "Even so, I must tell you that you don't have to trust me for who I am... but you must trust my purpose, and we must all let the Dark Lord die—for that reason, we must cooperate—"

"You think I don't know?" Tahlia looked indifferent. "Believe me, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't be in the same space as you—"

"No, I don't think you have a clear understanding." Snape raised his hand and interrupted Tahlia again, he knew that maybe after he said that, the situation would either get better or worse, but he still had to try. "The so-called cooperation, at least when it comes to killing the Dark Lord, you have to trust me...but you obviously didn't do that, Tahlia."

Tahlia's face became ugly, and she opened her mouth in displeasure. "Why didn't I meet your expectations?" After a pause, he smirked. "Could it be that you expect me to hold hands with you, play happily all the way to Voldemort, and then say a spell with a smile, and then you can kill him?"

"No, I mean, you're hiding too many things…" Snape replied quietly, trying to ignore Tahlia's sarcasm. "Many times, things don't go as planned, just like today's situation... What you need to do is try to trust me, believe that I will help you behind your back—" he said calmly. "And you didn't do that before."

"I have every reason." Tahlia said stiffly.

Snape sighed softly. "I know." He closed his eyes, then opened them again, looking straight at Tahlia. "I know that I have done many wrong things in the past... But now the situation has become complicated, maybe we must let go of our previous prejudices, at least—at least this time, you must trust me as I trust you."

Tahlia was told beyond argument.

She knew that Snape had a point, they did have the same purpose, she believed it completely, how much he cared about Lily, and Voldemort killed her.

He was damn right.

What's more, she really shouldn't always think about facing Voldemort by herself now. Ever since she woke up, she has never stopped blaming herself for being careless. For some reason, she always feels that the snake is definitely not just as simple as Voldemort's pet. In other words, Maybe it's actually in some key position, Snape was right, the situation got complicated...

"What should I do?" After a long time, Tahlia spit out a sentence.

Snape was stunned for a second, as if he didn't expect her answer like this, but he quickly recovered and said in a deep voice. "First of all, you should believe that at least until the goal is achieved, I will not do anything against you."

Tahlia frowned, thought for a long time, and then nodded slowly. "Can."

"Also, don't always take risks alone..." Snape started, then stopped, what should he say?How can Tahlia agree to this from the bottom of her heart?

After a while, a figure suddenly appeared in his mind, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously. "You should think about Nigel." Sure enough, Tahlia froze instantly. "If something happened to you, who would Nigel rely on?"

Tahlia turned her head to look at him.

Snape couldn't read anything from Tahlia's expression, all he knew was that he had said the right thing this time, enough to convince Tahlia of it.

"I understand." It seemed like a long time before Tahlia said lightly.

Snape nodded slightly, and then, held out a hand. Tahlia looked a little dazed, blinked a few times, and then held it back in a daze.

"I think we've reached an agreement." Snape shook hands before speaking. "So, what's next?"

Tahlia was still in a dazed state, as if she couldn't understand how she could shake hands with Snape so easily, and she didn't come back to herself until Snape asked the question a second time.

"Next step?"

Snape suppressed his temper and asked a third time in a gentle tone. "Next step, I think the Dark Lord should not only want you to supervise my progress this time?"

"Ah..." Tahlia remembered another very important thing. "He did have an assignment for me..." After a pause, she glanced at Snape. "He asked me to bring Lestrange and others out of Azkaban──"

"Azkaban?" Snape frowned.

Tahlia nodded silently.

Snape felt that Voldemort's order was very wrong, no wizard had ever managed to escape from it, and of course, no wizard had ever managed to help anyone escape from it...

There was only one reason why the Dark Lord would have given this order, he was genuine and wanted to get rid of Tahlia, and if she failed, he would have every reason to punish her, which she couldn't even argue with.

Not to mention that rescuing those people will make their plans more difficult. They are now completely in a contradictory situation. Whether they are rescued or not, it will only make the situation worse.

Snape sighed.

"No one has ever made it, Tahlia..." Yes, no one has ever made it, and even if they chose to follow the Dark Lord's orders in the end, they would have to face the biggest problem. "No wizard can get past a dementor's guard—"

Tahlia looked down.

Snape was getting to the point.

She would never go to Azkaban alone, which is why she told Snape about it without hesitation...

Dementors.

Azkaban is guarded by dementors, which is not good for her...

"It's not impossible..." Tahlia said softly. "Voldemort had already tried to win over the dementors before, and he also succeeded in gaining the allegiance of the dementors. If he hadn't suddenly lost power, Azkaban would have been under his control now, all we need to do is go there, remind They—reminding them who really is their master, I suppose, shouldn't be hard." The hard part was, maybe she was overwhelmed before she could communicate with them. "The hard part is, I need you to help me...you will..." She hesitated. "You'll have a Patronus Charm, won't you?"

Snape froze for a moment, then nodded.

Tahlia breathed a sigh of relief. "Then things will be much simpler..."

"So much easier?" Snape suddenly felt a little uneasy, even though they had briefly reached an agreement, Tahlia suddenly became so calm and told him the plan without hesitation, which made him feel that something was wrong, but no matter what he thought , can't come up with an answer.

"I need you to make sure we last long enough to talk to the group of dementors who—" Tahlia paused, looking away. "I don't like them very much..." That's right, she never liked them very much, even though she was with Voldemort all those years ago and silently listened to him negotiating with the dementors, knowing that they would never do anything to her At the moment of the action, she could only feel the coldness from the bottom of her heart.

Snape stared at Tahlia. "No one likes it."

"But we still have to reach them, don't we?" Tahlia smiled weakly. "You will be responsible for the Patronus Charm... so that I can concentrate on talking to them, I think you should be able to do it?"

Snape frowned, and didn't answer right away. Speaking of which, a powerful enough wizard would definitely be able to maintain a Patronus while doing other things, but Tahlia...

Tahlia asked him to cast the Patronus Charm on her...

"You..." Snape started, but then closed his mouth, and finally just gave a curt nod in agreement.

No, he shouldn't have asked. Tahlia definitely had her reasons for doing so, not to mention, with her request, he could justifiably accompany her to Azkaban, even though they were going to rescue a group of lunatics.

The rest of their conversation was so peaceful that Snape couldn't imagine it. When he said that he had to change the dressing on the bandaged wound on Tahlia's arm, she just quietly rolled up her sleeves and let him take off the bandage obediently.

Most of the original bruise had faded, leaving only a small area near the wound that was still a bit dark and purple, but Snape figured it wouldn't be a big problem, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Drink it." As he said, he picked up a small bottle containing a light blue potion from the side table and handed it to Tahlia.

Tahlia silently took it and downed it in one gulp.Then Snape took out a jar of ointment, rubbed some of it with his fingers, and applied it to the two small openings on her arm. Tahlia frowned unconsciously, and her hands flinched subconsciously.

Snape shot Tahlia a faint glance. "This wound may not heal so quickly, there is still some venom on the surface, causing the wound to heal slowly..."

"En." Tahlia replied flatly, and she didn't say a word during the dressing change process afterwards.She didn't speak again until Snape had secured the last piece of bandage in place. "Thanks."

Snape froze for a moment. "No." He frowned slightly. "Yesterday I made it clear to you why I came here."

Tahlia turned her head away from the subject, and after a few seconds of silence, she turned her head again, uncontrollably thinking of something Voldemort had said about him asking her to beg Snape to save her life... since she didn't Do, so how did she survive? "How did you find me?" she asked.According to memory, she should have collapsed before going far, how did Snape find her?

"Peter Pettigrew," Snape replied curtly.

"Peter?"

Snape nodded. "I met him..." Speaking of which, he never thought that Peter Pettigrew was an Animagus, and he never showed such a talent in school... "It's been a long time since you left For a while, and he appeared directly in front of me, and told me not to stay too far away from you." Merlin blessed him for following Pettigrew's advice, because he had only walked less than 200 feet before seeing the unconscious man lying on the ground. Tahlia.

"I understand." Tahlia nodded slightly, thought for a while, and then said. "Do you know...why am I poisoned?"

Snape shook his head.

This is indeed something he can't figure out, even if the Dark Lord wants to poison Tahlia, it doesn't make sense to find a snake to do it for her... Especially according to Tahlia's pretended obedience in front of him, if she knows that the Dark Lord wants to To poison her, knowing that he was waiting outside, he should not refuse the Dark Lord's order to take poison...

Tahlia chuckled suddenly. "He said... asked me to beg you... as if he thought it was funny to see me begging someone who hated me to save my life to save my life—"

"I don't hate you," Snape said abruptly.

Tahlia glanced at Snape. "That's not the point, is it? It doesn't matter if you hate me or you don't... Maybe Voldemort was right, or maybe he guessed wrong, anyway, I'm just telling you this because if he asks Now, you have to know how to respond." There was a pause. "You know... about how I begged you, and how you had to go out of your way to save my life at the behest of our great master—"

"Enough!" Snape couldn't hold back his growl for a moment, his fists clenched tightly, and Tahlia shut his mouth just in time. "You..." Of course he knew he had to say it to please the Dark Lord, but he still felt angry when he heard Tahlia say it so nonchalantly.

Not anger at Tahlia, but anger at the Dark Lord──Voldemort.

"You mean, just because he wanted to watch a good show, let a snake...bite you?" Finally, he took a few deep breaths before he could speak out calmly.

"Probably…" Tahlia shrugged. "Maybe I have to mention to you that it wasn't a little snake he caught off the side of the road that bit me, it was his new pet - and he named it, Nagini." She paused slightly. As he spoke, he put his eyes on the table beside him, and then politely asked Snape to hand her the small glass of water on top, and he continued talking only after she took a few sips. "I've never seen a snake like that in a book, but I'm not sure—I haven't studied magical creatures very deeply...it may be a rare species—"

"What are you trying to say?" Snape asked quietly.

Tahlia took another sip of water. "What I want to say is that the snake is a variable, and we have to beware of it... Especially Voldemort communicates with it in snake language, and we have no way of speculating about any special connection between them──This makes me Very disturbing, Snape."

Snape fell silent, not only him, Tahlia also shut up after saying this, and for a while, neither of them said anything more.