HP: Embrace the Darkness

Grindelwald saw the surprise on Snape's face.

Youyou said: "He believes in you."

"I don't know if you know about alchemy. The alchemy ring on his hand has restrictions. Only two people can open it at most."

Usually couples.

Grindelwald didn't say the rest. He believed that Artes would not fall in love with a fool.

Snape understood what he meant and turned silently to leave the room.

Later, Snape came back one after another to feed and apply medicine to Artes several times.

But he never stayed too long.

Grindelwald sighed again when he saw this scene.

He almost finished sighing for a year today.

When Artes woke up, Snape had just finished feeding him the medicine and left shortly after.

As soon as he woke up, he stared blankly at the ceiling and muttered to himself.

Grindelwald craned his head, trying to hear what was being said.

The distance was a bit far, and he could only vaguely hear the words blood loss and discomfort.

"It's painful due to excessive blood loss. Are you still so crazy?"

Grindelwald seizes the opportunity and educates Artes endlessly.

Aces was still mumbling to himself.

This time the voice was louder, and Grindelwald heard it clearly.

What Aces kept saying over and over again was: It turns out that it hurts so much to lose too much blood.

This strange look startled Grindelwald.

"Aces? Are you okay?"

Artes heard the sound, sat up and looked at Grindelwald who was tied to the chair with an expressionless face.

"Have you known about this for a long time?"

Grindelwald did not dare to look into Asseth's eyes.

He always felt guilty for the child he had dragged into the situation, because he knew all too well how hopeless this feeling of powerlessness was.

"I'm sorry, Ace."

Aces's expression was indescribably sad and gloomy, with a hint of violence oozing out of it.

"No, you don't have to apologize. I don't regret meeting him."

Grindelwald's lips moved, but he finally swallowed his words of persuasion.

Again, he is not Arthur and has no right to stop him.

Aces glanced at him, then lowered his head and looked at the scar on his hand.

Thanks to Snape coming in from time to time to change the dressing, the wound has now scabbed over.

It looks like it's almost healed.

However, the next second, Asseth raised his hand expressionlessly, and opened the scar with his fingers, and the newly healed wound burst again.

Blood dripped down his wrist, slowly soaking the surrounding quilt.

The pain clearly reached his mind, and with this pain, Asseth managed to calm down.

He moved so quickly that Grindelwald could only watch the wound bleed again.

"...What are you doing! You are crazy, do you know where this is -"

Grindelwald roared in his chair, and his voice stopped abruptly when he saw the expression on Asseth's face.

He had never seen such an expression on Aces.

The entanglement of hostility and murderous intent emerged from his eyes, which were also mixed with unsuppressible pain and collapse, and the remaining clarity was crumbling.

With Aces's expression, Grindelwald could only think of one possibility.

"You-how many times have you used that magic circle?"

Aces was indifferent and did not answer the question.

He ignored Grindelwald's eyes and turned his head to look around, observing the surrounding environment.

This behavior made Grindelwald sigh again.

He was extremely sure that Aces would definitely use the magic circle beyond the limit.

I just don’t know how many times he exceeded it.

The blood spread quickly, dripping from the corner of the quilt to the ground.

Grindelwald couldn't help but frown and looked at Artes' hand. The blood kept flowing and showed no sign of stopping.

Just as he was about to speak to remind him to bandage the wound, he heard the sound of opening the door.

Grindelwald shut his mouth instantly.

He can't cure Asseth, but isn't it something that someone can cure?

Arthas raised his hand to take Grindelwald's wand and looked along the sound of the door opening.

Just in time to see Snape walking in.

"—Sif?"

The voice was dry, with a sadness that could not be ignored.

Snape was startled and looked at Artes.

When he saw his bleeding wrist, his face turned ugly.

Aces also followed his gaze and looked at his hand, and his heart suddenly tightened.

In a panic, he threw away the wand and hid his hand behind his back, trying to cover up.

Grindelwald grinned and laughed silently at him.

"It seems that Mr. Cavendish still knows how stupid his behavior is."

Snape's face turned dark, and he quickly walked over and took out Asseth's hand.

The wound on the wrist that had healed opened again, and the flesh turned up, looking hideous and terrifying.

"What a surprise. It seems I shouldn't have wasted my potion on someone who doesn't value his own life."

Aces didn't dare to break away from Snape's hand.

"Sev, I didn't know it was you—"

"What? You mean if someone other than me treats you, you can destroy the wound?"

"If that's really the case, you'd better dig yourself a grave as soon as possible. After all, I'm just a potions professor, not your personal physician. I don't have that much time to waste on you."

Snape cursed mercilessly, his face covered with a thin layer of red in anger.

Aces looked at him steadily and suddenly raised his arms and put his arms around his waist.

The two of them sat and stood, and Artes leaned forward almost to Snape's chest.

"Sev, it hurts..."

The sound coming from the chest was dull and a little painful.

Snape's face was full of astonishment, and he didn't think of pushing Artes away for a moment.

Asseth continued: "Sev, it really hurts."

Of course the pain wasn't because his hands hurt. For him, what hurt more than his hands was his heart.

But Asseth clearly remembered that except for the first few times when he cried out in pain, little Sif never cried out again.

He knew why little Sif didn't cry out in pain.

It's useless to shout out. Over time, you will get used to forbearing. Once you get used to forbearing, you will no longer be able to shout out.

No matter how painful it is, I can't cry out, I can only lick my wounds alone when no one is around.

It doesn't matter, if you can't shout, he will shout for him.

Taking advantage of the pain in his hand, Asseth whispered about the pain over and over again, saying all the things that little Sifu had not said for more than ten years.

Talking and talking turned into coaxing again.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. It won't hurt anymore."

Snape was surprised at first and then silent afterward.

He had an inexplicable feeling that it wasn't because of his hand that Artes was complaining of pain.

It was more like coaxing another person through him.

Someone he might know and be familiar with.

This feeling was so strange that Snape was silent for a moment, then raised his hand to push Artes' head.

"Are you crazy enough? Let go if you are crazy enough."

Aces finally managed to hold little Sif, so there was no way he could let go.

Not only did he not let go, he also struggled to stand up from the bed and completely pulled Snape into his arms.

During this period, Snape had become accustomed to Artes' hugs and hugs, and his first reaction when being hugged was not to push him away.

Instead, he carefully avoided Asseth's hand.

Artes didn't care about this. He just wanted to hug Snape and hug Snape hard.

Hold that little Sifu who has gone through countless pains alone.

Leaning his head on Snape's shoulder, Artes sighed softly.

I finally got to hold you, little Sif.