HP: Embrace the Darkness

Asseth stood up subconsciously, raised his hand to comfort him, but put it down restrainedly.

"There was an agreement between me and your father. Perhaps it would be more accurate to call it an agreement. He hoped that I would protect you and prevent you from coming into contact with Voldemort and a series of dangers. To this end, he and your mother were willing to sacrifice everything. Even if it means facing Voldemort's murderous intent."

Draco shuddered slightly.

"Your godmother...that is, my mother also told me privately that she hopes that when you become an adult, those dangers will not come near you."

"Of course, I think the same thing."

"So before that, apart from learning spells, I didn't force you to do anything, including thinking about how to deal with Voldemort as soon as I learned the news, instead of letting you face him."

"We love you equally and want to protect you from harm in our own way."

Draco opened his eyes desperately, his lips couldn't stop trembling, but his eyes were still getting more and more blurry.

He could no longer see the blanket on the ground, and could only hear Ace's voice above his head.

"But without exception, this is the first time for us to become your relatives. Even if we want to give you the best, we don't know how to do it for you - to protect you well and prevent you from encountering anything. Danger? Or does it make you strong enough to protect yourself?"

"Oh, maybe not. After all, we...I'm not you. My thoughts are just self-righteousness unilaterally added to you."

Aces laughed at himself.

A tear fell heavily, and the sob that he had suppressed burst out of his throat. Draco covered his eyes and cried uncontrollably.

"I, I, I'm not..."

The voice behind was drowned in sobs.

Looking at Draco who was crying, Asseth's tense shoulders quietly relaxed, and he walked to him and patted his shoulders gently.

"I'm sorry, Draco."

"No, it's not."

Draco raised his tear-filled eyes to retort, grabbed the corner of his clothes in front of him, and choked out a sob.

"I have never blamed you, I just...just blame me for not knowing how high the sky is and how much I can do whatever I want based on your love."

"Okay, Draco, there's no need to say anything more." Aces stopped him.

"No, I want to say it." Draco stubbornly pulled Artes and raised his tear-stained face, "I'm sorry, brother, I let you down."

Aces chuckled and took out his handkerchief, gently wiped away the tears on Draco's face, and said word by word: "You are not disappointed, you have always been our pride."

The tears I just wiped away flowed again,

A pair of light-colored eyes were washed crystal clear by tears, and were slightly moist, making people feel soft and unable to bear to say harsh words.

The same goes for Aces.

He wiped Draco's tears helplessly and distressedly, "Why are you still crying as much as before?"

"You bullshit!"

Draco looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His eyes widened instantly. Unfortunately, his tears had not stopped yet, and his eyes were not lethal at all.

Realizing that he was still crying, Draco became anxious and sobbed and held his breath, trying to hold back the tears in this way.

But he cried uncontrollably. His face turned red from suppressing it, and tears still flowed freely. After a while, Ass's handkerchief was soaked.

I was embarrassed, moved, and mixed with fear.

All the mixed feelings were reflected in tears, and he couldn't stop at all. Draco gave up and hugged Artes's waist, burst into tears, and wiped all his tears on Artes' clothes in revenge.

Aces couldn't laugh or cry, "I made a mistake. I cry more than before, not the same as before."

"It's not you who said, said these words."

"Okay, blame me." Artes patted Draco's shoulder that was shaking from crying, "Can you forgive me?"

"Then I want to see my father and mother."

"it is good."

"I also want to see my godmother."

"it is good."

"I want the broomstick you made."

"……it is good."

"I think--"

Aces laughed angrily at Draco's push, "Enough is enough, Draco."

Draco muttered and complained, "You didn't even wait for me to finish, and you still said you loved me."

"...Okay, you say."

Ace advised himself to listen to what Draco wanted to say before deciding whether to spank the child.

Draco raised his head, pressing his chin against the side of Artes's waist, his eyes shining as brightly as ever before, "I want to go in again."

Ases met these eyes and couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his hair that seemed to be easy to move, "If you are sure, I will accompany you."

"No." Draco shook his head and refused, platinum strands falling on both sides of his cheeks, "Don't accompany me, I'll go down by myself...but give me some time to prepare."

"Okay, are two days enough?"

Draco frowned, "It's too many. If it's just one day, I'll go tomorrow."

"Don't push yourself too hard. Your father and I are not useless, and we won't be able to stop a Voldemort. In this way, go to the cellar to find me in three days."

Aces made the final decision.

Although Draco still wanted to struggle, he also knew that he could not change what Asses decided, so he let go of his hand sadly, "I understand."

"The broomstick you want will be brought to you in three days. As for the meeting, I will ask them and see their time."

Draco tugged at the hem of his clothes and asked casually, "Will it cause trouble to my parents and godmother?"

"This is something I should consider as promised to you. You don't have to worry so much."

Asseth said, picking up the clothes that were stuck to his waist with two fingers, and the magic power flowed from his fingers to the clothes.

Wherever he passed, the clothes were dry again.

"Okay." Draco responded.

After carefully handling the tears on his clothes, Artes rubbed Draco's head again as revenge for being covered in tears.

"Go wash your face, I'm leaving first."

Draco fell back on the bed and Huihui said like a fly, "Go ahead, go ahead."

Aces' urge to spank the child came again.

Meanwhile, Joel, who is far away in his study at Cavendish Manor, also wants to spank the child.

His good young master! He said he would come back in the morning, but it was almost afternoon and there was still no one there!

Joel laughed angrily, saw the missing application on the parchment, and put a big cross on it.

What galleons do you want?

No! !

Poor Gavin still didn't know that the mission funds he applied for had been withdrawn. He was squatting at the door, waiting expectantly for Asses to come back.

Seeing a familiar figure approaching from a distance, Gavin spit out the weeds in his mouth and hurriedly dusted off the non-existent dust on his body.

"Master, you are back."

A tall and sturdy man ran over excitedly. No matter who he was, he would be startled, and Asseth was no exception. He was so frightened that he stopped in his tracks.