HP: Embrace the Darkness

The moon is as cold as water and the stars are as bright as crystal.

The bright moon hangs in the sky forever.

The moonlight penetrates deep into the bottom of the black lake. The creatures that inhabit the black lake are attached to the glimmer of light, wandering back and forth around the sporadic moonlight, absorbing the silent warmth from the moonlight.

Not far from the bottom of the lake, a large translucent glass stood abruptly in the deep water, through which the scenery of the castle basement was faintly reflected.

The cellar at the end of the basement is cold and dark, a forbidden place that many young wizards avoid.

No one knows that through the silence and darkness in the cellar, there is a bedroom surrounded by warm light, which is extremely cozy.

In the cellar bedroom, there are two people, one sleeping and one sitting.

On a soft and comfortable big bed, the Snake King in the cellar was sleeping peacefully in his daily casual nightgown. The only ornament on his body was the chalcedony ring wrapped around his knuckles.

The white jade has a clear luster, which complements the warm light of the bedroom. When the yellow firelight shines on it, a starry glow falls on its master, calmly softening the overly sharp fangs of the snake king in the cellar when he is awake.

Next to him sat a man.

Asseth lowered his eyes, his brows and eyes with superior bone structure became more gentle in the warm yellow light, the darkness in his eyes turned into tenderness, and his tone of voice was extremely affectionate.

"Sif..."

Suddenly.

He tilted his head and kissed the ring gently.

His expression was one of indescribable, restrained sadness.

He has no faith and does not believe in fate.

But at this moment, he sincerely hopes and pleads for the existence of an omniscient god in this world.

May there be gods in the world.

May God see his piety and shed some light generously to protect his lover.

If not, that's okay.

He will use any means to personally pull his lover back from the abyss of death.

After looking down at the ring for a long time, the fire shadow swayed and blurred his vision. Artes sighed and fumbled around the ring with his index finger for a moment, feeling the magic pattern left behind.

I don't know what he did. The ring disappeared, leaving only a very shallow and inconspicuous white mark on Snape's hand. This white mark gradually disappeared.

It was as if the ring had never appeared.

Artes looked at Snape for a while longer before reluctantly looking away.

He waved his hand to extinguish the fire, took something from the table, and used magic to transform it into a blanket.

There was a single sofa in the bedroom, and he didn't get on the bed. He just sat down on the sofa with a blanket.

Excessive Legilimency can cause damage to the soul. Using Occlumency to combat Legitimate Minds can not only cause damage to the soul, but also cause damage to the brain. This is what Muggles call overuse of the brain.

Well aware of the consequences of overusing his brain, Artes had no intention of sleeping. He ignored the embarrassment on his body and only used a blanket to cover it up, then leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

He couldn't leave Snape and go to the bathroom now. He could only wait for a long time for it to subside on its own.

As the night progressed, the vague breathing in the bedroom became heavier and heavier from unknown time.

Artes, who was awake but just closing his eyes to rest, realized something was wrong and stretched out his hand to feel the temperature of Snape's body.

It was hot to the touch and sticky with sweat.

"Sure enough, I have a fever."

There was no surprise in his tone. As he spoke, he took out the prepared potion, obviously he had already guessed this would happen.

"Sev?"

Artes called softly, half-hugging and half-hugging Snape up and leaning on his shoulder, not forgetting to hold a towel in his hand to carefully wipe the sweat on his body.

"Sev, wake up."

Noisy.

Snape opened his heavy eyelids irritably to identify the person in front of him. When he recognized who it was, he relaxed slightly and closed his eyes again without saying a word.

"Sev? Can you hear me? You have a fever. Let's take medicine before we go to bed."

Snape turned his head away, buried his face in the crook of Arthur's neck, and said sleepily and vaguely: "Don't make any noise."

Aces did not give up, lowered his head and continued to coax gently in his ear: "I won't bother you after taking the medicine. Can you sleep after taking the medicine?"

"Don't... make any noise."

There was already a hint of impatience in Snape's voice.

Asseth paused, put down the potion in his hand, and continued to feed him.

But he couldn't let Snape's fever continue. If the fever continued like this, something might go wrong.

Apologizing silently in his heart, Artes' men used a little force to pry out the head buried in the crook of his neck, and put the potion bottle against Snape's lips.

"Don't be angry. You don't have to open your eyes. You can drink the medicine with your eyes closed. Come on, open your mouth."

Snape frowned impatiently and opened his lips to curse.

Before he could curse, Artes saw the right moment and raised the potion bottle, letting the potion inside flow into Snape's slightly parted lips.

The potion was made by a potion master, and the taste is quite difficult to describe.

At the moment of the indescribable bitterness, Snape subconsciously turned his head to avoid it. His lips were pursed extremely tightly, and seemed to be lowered a little. There was also a crack in his usually cold expression.

"Mom, it's so painful."

"Mother……"

At first, Artes didn't hear clearly what Snape was saying. It wasn't until the third, clearer voice came that he finally understood who Snape was talking about.

"Why, mother..."

In fact, Snape's voice was very calm, as if he was simply wondering about the answer to this question.

But when it fell on Asseth's ears, it was like a knife being twisted.

"Sif..."

He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how.

No matter what kind of comfort it is, it seems extremely pale here.

He could only hold him tightly and try his best to give him a little warmth so that he would not feel that he was alone in the long night.

"Sev, I will always be here for you."

Asseth lowered his head and repeated it over and over again, until the voice of the person in his arms gradually disappeared, and then he lowered his voice and replaced it with a tuneless groan.

This was the song Anna sang when she coaxed him when he was a child. As time went by, he had forgotten the lyrics, but he still remembered the small piece of gentle melody.

Since Eileen Prince was dead, he could not find a mother for Snape out of thin air, so he could only use this method to coax the unconscious Potions Master.

At least in the dream, this gentle melody, like his mother's, could accompany Snape for a while.

Just a moment is enough.

After struggling for so long, it’s already half the night.

After taking the potion, Snape fell into an extremely deep sleep. He leaned on Artes' shoulder, motionless, and his completely relaxed eyebrows were no longer cold and sneer as before.

Aces moved his shoulder carefully. After being pressed for a long time, he felt that there was no feeling in his shoulder, but he was reluctant to let go.

After a little exercise, the numbness in his shoulders subsided a little. Artes blinked sleepily to drive away the sleepiness, then gently put Snape on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

Because of this sudden high fever that was very likely to recur, Artes didn't dare to close his eyes in the second half of the night.

He didn't even dare to close his eyes to rest, so he just stared at Snape with his eyes open all night.