HP: Embrace the Darkness

Aces bought himself a whole day in Spider End Alley with sweet talk. At night, he didn't want to go back. He thought about it and found a good excuse - "I'm sad and need comfort."

After Joel received the news, he gritted his teeth and tore up the incomprehensible letter.

Merlin opened his eyes. He was working diligently, and the manor was brightly lit. Half of them were workers who worked hard for the manor, especially Gavin, who was still standing at the door at night, looking longingly.

Why can't his young master learn from their spirit! ! !

Just a little bit is fine!

Joel, the old butler, prayed from the bottom of his heart.

Gavin was still in a daze in the deserted cold wind, unaware that he was being treated as Artes' control group. With the mentality of struggling a little longer, he found Joel, "Where has the young master gone? Why haven't you come back yet? Need Shall I pick it up?"

Joel, who was still angry, smiled contemptuously, pointed at the little wooden bird jumping on the table, and fired with all his strength.

"You said where did our young master go and not come back so late? Also, who gave you the illusion that he would not be able to find his way home? After all, the birds have been found back. Doesn't it mean that he doesn't know how to get back? ?”

Joel's remaining hope shattered.

On a late winter night, this 200-pound man felt a chill that was even colder than winter, and he hugged himself aggrievedly.

...The look of a big man being wronged was too harsh on the eyes, and Joel began to regret not praying for a pair of eyes that could not see this scene.

"Butler Joel, you said-"

"Don't make any noise and go to bed."

Joel interrupted Joel in time, drove the person back with his wand, and returned to the room to rest.

Late at night, everything was quiet. Wild cats took this opportunity to look for food, walking like shadows between the eaves. Passing by a window, they were frightened by the sleep chattering inside, and ran away howling.

The moonlight shone through the window and found the source of the murmuring.

It was Harry who had returned to Privet Drive for the holidays.

Harry was curled up on a small bed that did not match his body size, looking pitiful, not to mention that he was sweating profusely, muttering "no" with his eyes closed.

The moonlight shines leisurely.

Harry's breath stopped suddenly and he struggled to wake up, "No, Sirius, don't!"

He jumped up like a fish that was about to be dried out. He was sweating profusely and jumped up. He sat on the bed and looked at the scene around him in shock. His hands and feet were trembling. Sirius's wailing in the nightmare was still vivid in his mind. He couldn't tell whether it was true or false. He was embarrassed. Covered his ears.

"Sirius, Sirius, black graves and... blood! No! No!"

Harry grabbed the sheets tightly and rolled out of bed.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, the weakness caused by the nightmare attacked his whole body, and he fell down in embarrassment.

Even so, he still chanted Sirius's name, struggled to get up, and got his wand.

At this time, he completely ignored the law that underage wizards could not use magic outside of school, and waved his wand decisively.

"Apparate."

This was the first time he used this magic, but it went surprisingly well - he came to a cemetery full of darkness and decay.

The wind whistled by, making a strange and ferocious sound. From time to time, nocturnal birds flew by in the sky, making the sound of flapping wings, adding a bit of weirdness to this terrifying scene.

He had been so hot-blooded just now that he ignored it, but now that the cold wind was blowing, Harry became more awake. His fear of Voldemort and the unknown took over. He gathered up his thin pajamas and carefully looked for cover.

Fortunately, the nearest big tree was only a few meters away. The tree was so big that it could completely cover an adult man, let alone him.

Harry used a confusion spell on himself that was better than nothing, maybe it was some other spell. He really didn't have the energy to distinguish what he had used. His nerves had been tense since he came to this cemetery. Wind and grass may blow it off.

With the cover now available, Harry lost all his strength and sat down against the tree, struggling to gather his thoughts.

First of all, we need to distinguish whether the dream is true or false.

He has had too many dreams during this period, including things that happened when he was a child, things that happened at Hogwarts, and some dreams that do not belong to him, and the protagonist is not his. Of course, some of these dreams are true and some are false. We must find out whether Sirius was caught or not.

If it was true, he had to inform Dumbledore, because only Dumbledore could save Sirius among so many Death Eaters.

Harry simply sorted out his thoughts and quietly walked behind the next tree with his wand.

The locations in the dream were so detailed that he could tell where Sirius was now with his eyes closed.

The tangible sense of reality stopped him from imagining that the dream was fake. He picked up the wand and sneaked back.

He was going to inform Dumbledore.

No one would come to the cemetery at night, so Voldemort felt safe and chose this place to release the bait and wait quietly for the fish to bite.

The fish bit the hook.

He laughed and summoned a few Death Eaters, pointing to the big tree not far away.

"Don't alert anyone in the Order of the Phoenix. Bring my boy back. Remember, be gentle. I want to see the living savior."

"Okay, master."

Several Death Eaters quietly grabbed their wands and disappeared, quietly following Harry who was waiting for an opportunity to escape.

Harry's perception was not as strong as Voldemort's, and he did not notice the Death Eaters following him.

Several Death Eaters formed a circle and silently surrounded him. Bella stood behind Harry, staring at him angrily. If the master hadn't wanted the boy alive, she would have given Harry a death curse and sent him to see Merlin. , why should we follow so carefully?

There was sudden silence in the air. No matter how stupid Harry was, he knew there was something wrong. He ran in a random direction in a panic.

Considering that Voldemort wanted a living body, Bella and the other Death Eaters did not kill him, and the red light of Cruciatus illuminated half of the cemetery.

Harry watched the red lights fall on him, but felt no pain. He froze, then touched the glowing pocket and took out a badge.

He remembered that this was a small thing that Draco accidentally lost. It was right at the door of the cellar. He happened to see it when he unconsciously walked to the cellar. He picked it up and unexpectedly saved his life by a strange combination of circumstances.

At the same time, Aces, who was far away in Spider End Alley, opened his eyes.

The badge he gave Draco, triggered.

Or a vicious curse like the Cruciatus Curse.

Aces' face was as heavy as water, he gently lifted the quilt, got out of bed and walked to the window.

The moonlight outside the window was just right, so he opened the window and took advantage of the moonlight to leave a note of his whereabouts to Snape.

A gust of wind blew, the window closed, and a piece of paper fell, taking Ass's place.