HP: Embrace the Darkness

"I have to doubt the truth in your words——"

Snape was talking when he suddenly heard steady breathing and looked back.

Aces fell asleep.

The man was defenselessly leaning on the sofa, breathing steadily, with broken hair scattered around his face, adding a bit of vulnerability to his pale face.

Snape subconsciously breathed softly, stared at Asseth, and used his eyes to trace this face that was full of fatigue but not detracting from its beauty.

From furrowed brows to pursed lips.

He didn't understand why Assei frowned even in his sleep at such a young age.

What's the reason? Or is it because of that side effect? Snape said he didn't believe it, but he didn't actually suspect that Artes had lied to him.

He watched for a while and saw that Artes showed no sign of waking up. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and took a black robe from the coat rack to cover Artes.

The familiar smell surrounded the tip of his nose, and Ace fell into a deep sleep.

With the idea of ​​​​verification, Snape did not go far and was grading the paper on the nearest desk.

He didn't think that in Assis's current state, he could grade so many papers.

After immersed in correcting several papers, Snape heard Artes' breathing gradually becoming more rapid.

His expression changed slightly and he looked up.

Just in time to see Asses sitting upright after being awakened, holding his knees with one hand and holding his chest with the other, breathing heavily, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

The magic power around him seemed to be stimulated by something, and crazily surrounded the sofa, tearing part of the sofa violently.

On the verge of losing control, Artes's breathing showed no sign of stability. Instead, it became heavier and faster. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, blurring his normally smiling peach blossom eyes.

Snape stood up and walked over quickly.

My hands kept moving, waving my wand, and throwing checking spells one after another, but I didn't get any clear results.

This kind of mental illness cannot be detected using magic.

It was precisely because Artes knew this that he felt comfortable telling Snape that he was just having a nightmare.

Patients with PTSD have increased alertness and are extremely sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment.

This was also the reason why the doctor recommended that Artes be hospitalized before, and even later Artes moved out of Hogwarts for this reason.

He has lost control and is still so alert, which is not a good thing for those close to him.

Just like now.

As soon as Snape approached, Artes was like a tiger whose territory had been invaded. His whole body suddenly tensed up, his eyes showed a fierce look, and the magic power around him became even more violent.

The next second he realized who the person in front of him was, his eyes relaxed.

"Sev?"

"it's me."

Snape sat directly next to him, and Artes raised his hand to hug him over, like a lazy big cat, and put his head on Snape's neck.

The fatal part was hit by the hot air, and Snape instinctively wanted to break free.

Aces let go of his hand and leaned back.

"Don't come here next time. I can't guarantee that I can come to my senses so quickly every time."

"Is this always the case?" Snape asked.

Aces nodded, "That's about right. Don't worry, it's just a nightmare. I'm fine."

"Your face doesn't look like you're fine. I don't believe you don't know."

The potions master's observation skills are still so good.

Aces forced a smile, "I know, but I think it will be better after a while."

Snape didn't believe what he said. Based on Artes' current state and expression, he even suspected that Artes would die suddenly before he could survive that day.

"You just said you came to your senses so quickly? Do you mean this is the fastest? Faster than ever?"

Aces lowered his eyes to hide the annoyance inside.

The sudden onset of illness just now still affected his calmness, otherwise he would not have given such a big loophole to Snape.

"……Yes."

"Is it because I'm here?"

"……Yes."

Hearing this, Snape frowned and looked at Arthas with extremely tangled eyes.

After a while, his brows slowly relaxed, but the emotion in his eyes became more intense, as if he had made a difficult decision.

"You move into the cellar tomorrow and sleep with me tonight." He said very quickly, and then added, "Use the form of Agmanis."

After suspecting that there was something wrong with his eyes, Asses once again wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

But he soon realized that he couldn't live in the cellar now.

Otherwise, once he loses control, Snape will be the most dangerous person. He really can't guarantee that he will recover quickly enough, and moving into the cellar is not convenient for him.

So Artes deliberately made a slight curve, lowered his voice, leaned into Snape's ear and laughed, his warm breath hitting the side of Snape's face.

"Are you sure? Sev."

"You know how I feel about you. If I move in, I can't guarantee what I will do. Have you really thought about it clearly?"

Snape's expression remained unchanged, and he turned his head to avoid Arthur's breath.

"You can give it a try."

To be honest, he wasn't worried about what Asses would do to him.

Although the bastard Asseth often likes to tease him with his mouth, in fact, he does not do any overstepping behavior at all, and always stops it.

Restrained and gentlemanly, etiquette and demeanor seem to be engraved in his bones.

He had no doubt of one thing.

Unless he lets go, Asseth will never force him to do anything against his will.

This is also the reason why he has never rejected Artes, because he has never felt any offense from Artes.

"To live or not to live?" Snape lost his patience and directly issued an ultimatum.

Seeing that this method had no effect, Asseth sat up straight again and said, "...Can I stop staying?"

"What do you think?" Snape looked at Arthas displeasedly, with a threatening glint in his eyes.

Aces sighed.

"Sev, there's one thing I think you didn't notice. I lost control during the short period of time when I woke up. Just like just now, if I hadn't reacted in time and it was you, the curse should have been cast on you. ”

"If I could still limit my magic power and suppress my loss of control as a human being, there is absolutely no way I can guarantee this in the Agmanis state."

"So if I move in, it's absolutely impossible for me to be in the state of Agmanis."

"Now, do you still want me to move in?"

Artes threw the problem back to Snape again. At this point, he didn't believe that Snape would still agree to let him live in the house.

Sure enough, there was some confusion in Snape's dark eyes, and he didn't speak for a long time.