HP: Embrace the Darkness

Estella looked at the size of the bed, and then looked at her little friend's expectant eyes, filled with sadness.

It's too big. It won't collapse the Ass's bed, right? It has no way to compensate.

Estella's mind kept spinning.

Finally, its clever mind came up with a way to get the best of both worlds.

Estela walked around to the blanket side of the bed, knelt down on her front feet, and rested her head on the bed.

"I'm fine, go to sleep."

After it finished speaking, it didn't close its eyes and just looked at Draco.

There was no way Draco could sleep with such big eyes staring straight at him.

"Close your eyes and sleep."

Almost at the same time, these words also sounded in the master bedroom, but the voice was lower.

"Well, sleep now."

Aces answered with his head propped up, but his eyes remained fixed on Snape despite repeated admonishment.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and the carefully selected curtains had excellent light-blocking properties. Coupled with the bed curtains that had better light-blocking properties, he could actually only see an outline.

It’s just that no matter how beautiful this outline looks, I can’t take my eyes away, I just want to keep looking at it.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

Not feeling sleepy at all, the potion master who came here simply to keep him company said helplessly.

If it weren't for the fact that he had exhausted all his magic power and was somewhat weak due to the consideration of Asseth, he would have thrown the person out.

"Sev."

"Ah."

"The potion tastes really good."

"Ok?"

Intuiting that this man was about to act like a monster again, Snape covered his mouth first and lowered his voice to warn.

"I think you should put what you're about to say a little past your wonky mind."

Asasi's mouth was covered by him and he didn't struggle. Instead, he leaned forward and hugged him.

"Sien Fu, hold the bag."

When he spoke vaguely, his lips inevitably brushed against Snape's palm, light and itchy, like one delicate kiss after another.

Snape withdrew his hand with a swish and said, "Speak nicely."

"it is good."

"I said - I thought it through. The potion is indeed delicious and sweet. I... like it very much."

There was uncontrollable joy in the man's voice, and his dull and lazy laughter fell into the darkness, making the words of "like" particularly ambiguous.

Snape's heart trembled.

Thinking back to the signature that I left behind deliberately in order to distinguish between ordinary potions and modified potions.

My heart trembled even more.

It was as if all the hidden thoughts were clearly seen by the person in front of him.

He turned his head with difficulty and spoke word by word.

"...Are you going to sleep or not?"

"Sleep, let's sleep together."

The arms held each other tighter, almost inseparable.

The consumption of magic power still had some impact on Asseth, and he fell asleep after a while.

Snape waited patiently for more than ten minutes, waiting until Artes fell into a deep sleep before carefully pulling away his hand, standing up, putting on his black robe, and left the room.

Walking slowly down the corridor, he took a serious look at the house where his mother once lived for the first time.

The Prince Manor has been restored, and most of the decorations are new, but the scratches on the corners and statues silently show the traces of time.

This is undoubtedly a manor that has been around for many years.

The funny thing is that by his mother's generation, the old manor and the surname Prince were buried in the passage of time.

If Asseth hadn't brought the manor back, in the hands of those greedy goblins, I don't know what kind of end this manor would have ended up with.

Perhaps like his mother, he died silently.

Snape sarcastically said in his mind and looked from room to room.

When he encounters a door that cannot be pushed open, he jumps over it.

Looking from room to room, floor to floor, he came to a room covered with red cloth.

This room is larger than the others.

Snape stood at the door, looking at the red cloth covering the wall, and stopped moving.

"Professor Snape?"

Nina walked over from the end of the corridor and looked at Snape who was standing motionless at the door in confusion.

"This is the storage room for portraits of the Prince family over the generations. It is also the room where the family tree is placed. Is there something wrong with Professor Snape?"

Snape lowered his head, "Did you hang the red cloth here?"

"Yes, they are too noisy, and..."

Afraid that Snape would misunderstand, Nina clapped her fingers and told Snape one by one what he had done in the past portrait.

Snape listened and suddenly interrupted Nina's inventory, "Irene Prince... is there a portrait of Irene Prince in it?"

"Eileen Prince?"

Nina recalled the names she saw when she was cleaning the portrait, but she wasn't sure.

"It seems there is."

Snape's breathing was stagnant and his mood was complicated.

He wanted to take another look at the mother who gave him life, but he also didn't want to see Eileen Prince, who was so paranoid that she ignored him for that little bit of love.

Nina found it strange that Snape remained silent after asking this question.

Based on her knowledge of Snape, she could not guess which answer Snape wanted to hear.

Yes or no.

"Where is she? Can you take me to find her?"

Nina nodded and walked into the room. Her eyes rolled around several times to find the location of the portrait of Erin Prince in her memory.

"Yes, this is it."

She said and nodded firmly.

Snape looked at the portrait covered with red cloth and hesitated for a long time.

Nina waited for a moment and saw that Snape made no move, so she took two steps back.

"Professor Snape? Should I leave first?"

Snape suddenly said, "Okay."

Nina turned around and left the room in three steps, closing the door behind Snape.

The sound of the door closing did not interrupt Snape's silence, and he looked at the portrait for a long time.

"Mother."

For a long time, this sigh-like address dissipated in the air without causing any ripples.

The red cloth slowly fell along with Snape's strength, revealing the face belonging to Irene Prince.

It was a haggard face that had not been tempered by love and life. It was a little gloomy, but it did not affect the innocence of the girl in the slightest. It had no resemblance to Snape's impression.

Love can actually grind a person to this point.

Snape thought it was funny, but couldn't laugh.

Irene pursued love and hooked up with him.

After all, he is also a victim of Irene's love, and his face is no different from Irene's.

Erin looked at Snape curiously.

"who are you?"

Snape didn't know how to face his much younger mother, even as a portrait.

So he remained silent.

Eileen didn't get an answer from this strange man, and she wasn't angry. She continued to look at Snape.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I...it's okay."

Snape didn't want to appear too embarrassed in front of his so-called mother.

But he hadn't seen Eileen in a long time.

The moment he spoke, he realized belatedly that he was missing Irene.

Even if Irene gave up the wizarding world and gave up on Tobias, that Muggle, he could not forget Irene or his mother.