HP: Embrace the Darkness

Malfoy Manor.

After landing, Voldemort immediately took control of Harry, who was struggling desperately after waking up from Apparition.

"Don't move, Harry Potter. I haven't needed you yet. You'd better keep quiet, otherwise I can't guarantee whether you will suddenly lose a leg or an arm."

As he spoke, Voldemort put his wand on Harry's shoulder and pressed down hard.

The cold touch of the wand was like a swimming snake, and Harry froze.

Voldemort moved his wand and put it against Harry's chin, forcing him to raise his head, narrowing his scarlet eyes and looking wildly at the young body that was about to change its owner.

"Fascinating...youth."

Voldemort's voice was so low that the Death Eaters around him, including Harry, couldn't hear what he was saying.

However, the Death Eaters who could survive under Voldemort were not fools, and they could clearly see their master's rare joy, satisfaction and appreciation.

In an instant, eyes that were either appraising or malicious fell on Harry.

This boy who had nothing but the title of savior, what exactly did it do to win the favor of their master that they did not torture him.

Lucius stood in the center of the Death Eaters, looking at Harry even stranger than the others.

Why did he feel like the Dark Lord looked at Harry Potter with salivating eyes?

Worried that he had seen wrongly, Lucius moved to Snape's side and asked him in a low voice if he had seen it.

Snape didn't look at Voldemort and Harry at all. Hearing this, he sneered and warned Lucius: "Don't you think your voice is too loud?"

Lucius was silent for a moment.

Voldemort admired the future body so much that he ruthlessly picked up Harry's collar.

"stand up."

Harry stood up with his neck raised.

Limited by Voldemort's hand, he could only see part of the manor. Even so, all he could see were Death Eaters with magic spells pointed at him. Now, no matter how Gryffindor he was, he knew that escape was impossible. Yes.

Hale gave Snape a vague glance.

At a glance, it was obvious that what Snape had left here was at most a shell, and that lively and beating heart had long since flown to nowhere.

Bah, these two are really troublesome!

Thinking that the pain would not be in vain, Helbo swung his tail and attacked the Death Eaters simply and roughly, beating them so that they fled in all directions, holding up his wand and hesitating whether to fight back.

Facing Voldemort's questioning look, Halbo said frankly: "I can't trust your men."

Yes, he couldn't believe it either.

Voldemort agreed in his heart, and turned his eyes to the Death Eaters. He personally raised his wand and drove them all out of Malfoy Manor, including the owner of the manor, Lucius.

Lucius: "..."

Today is another day where I secretly hate my father and myself for inviting a wolf into the house, and regret for the past.

Of all the Death Eaters, Snape was the most willing and fastest to leave.

He walked for a while with Lucius and his wife, who were resigned to the situation. After making sure that Voldemort could not see behind them, he immediately waved his wand and left.

Lucius and Narcissa looked at each other, then looked at Snape who couldn't wait to escape from them, and rarely doubted that something was wrong with him.

Snape didn't stop for a moment and rushed towards Hogwarts with his head buried in the air.

When he walked into Hogwarts, he was not surprised that the castle was still silent and deserted. He just rushed to the cellar.

On the other side, Artes finished explaining the follow-up matters, leaving Gavin and others to assist Dumbledore in transferring students and left in a hurry.

The direction he went to was his own manor.

Joel received the news from Gavin, prepared potions and clothes in advance, and stood at the door waiting for Artes.

"Thank you, Grandpa Joel."

Aces took the potion from Joel, returned to his room, and went straight to the bathroom.

After taking a bath, applying medicine, and changing clothes, he walked toward the fireplace.

The two arrived at the cellar almost at the same time.

Snape raised his hand and placed his fingertips on the door handle, but did not open the door immediately.

The corridor outside the cellar was dark, and the only light source was the light refracted through the lake at the window. It was extremely weak, and it shone on Snape like a silent sculpture covered with white cloth, full of dramatic pain.

Sweat started to appear on his palms at some point, and it was sticky and uncomfortable. As if he had found an excuse to escape, Snape suddenly let go of his hand and pulled up the rough black robe to wipe the sweat from his palms.

Wiping and wiping, he found that he couldn't wipe off the sweat at all, because there was no sweat at all. It was because he didn't want to open the door and see the empty cellar.

He... was expecting someone to come to him for the first time, and was also afraid.

look forward to……

Having been trapped in the past for so many years, Snape had long been daunted by the expectation of such passionate emotions, and no longer desired those emotions. However, he did not expect that the positive emotions would be so unbearable for a long time, leaving him unable to know. Whether there is someone he wants to see behind the door, he feels the useless emotion of timidity.

How cowardly and ridiculous.

Snape lowered his head and pulled his lips to laugh at himself.

The fragility hidden deep behind the black robe quietly showed some traces, which made Miss Medusa frightened and couldn't help but open the door on Snape's behalf.

The door creaked open.

Along with the sound of the door opening, a gentle and worried voice reached Snape's ears.

"Sev, won't you come in?"

Aces stood in front of the fireplace, smiling and opening his hands.

Snape stared at Artes blankly, and the various emotions that he had suppressed were entangled in his heart and throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Suddenly, he raised his feet and moved towards Asseth with a bigger and faster pace than usual.

The black robe fluttered and the hood slipped, but he didn't care, he only focused on throwing himself at his lover in front of him.

Finally, Snape bumped into Ass, who was also striding forward.

The two hugged each other tightly without any gap in between.

Artese's hot body temperature and steady beating heartbeat came from his chest. Snape's heart, which had been hanging all morning, slowly fell to the ground at this moment. He was only filled with joy - fortunately, fortunately, Arthur was fine, fortunately he had not lost anything. he.

Thinking of the scene where the sky was full of smoke and dust, but Artes was missing, Snape fearfully hugged Artes even tighter, burying his face into the warm crook of his neck, trying his best to absorb the familiar warmth.

This is his Assis.

It's his lover.

Snape closed his eyes.

Even through two layers of clothing, Artes could feel Snape's whole body trembling, his heart beating very fast, and his arms holding him using the utmost strength.

It's like holding on to the last life-saving straw, full of joy and hope but deeply fearful of possible loss.

"It's okay, Silver. I'm okay. I'm not injured. Don't be afraid. I'm right here, holding you in front of you. Silver. I love you. I will never leave you. I will always be here as long as you want. around you."

Aces turned his head and kissed Snape's earlobe, mumbling incoherent comfort into his ear.

Snape said nothing, but tried his best to feel the heartbeat and temperature of his lover.

Just as he tried his best to restrain himself from rushing towards the train.