[HP][SBSS]Somewhere In Times

"Severus Snape?" Scabior seemed suspicious of what he saw: Severus Snape and Peter Pettigrew were standing in the forest of Dean in the middle of the night, Snape was carrying a suitcase, and Peter was holding a tent that had been shrunk down.

"The headmaster of Hogwarts is not at school but camping in the woods." Scabior came smiling and stood in front of Snape. "Snape, explain your presence."

"I doubt I need to explain my mission to you." Snape sneered.

"No?"

"Sorry," Snape said, "I thought this was the only Snatch Party in your line of duty." Snape glanced at the few people behind Scabior.

"Snape, you're a nasty fellow," Scabior said. "I'm loyal to the DarkLord, and I'm entitled to ask about everything that seems to me about betrayal."

There was a sudden rustling in the trees behind him, and it sounded like someone had Apparated after the warding spell had suddenly disappeared.

Sirius' heart was pounding, and he felt like the veins on his forehead were about to burst.

"Who's there?" Scabior obviously heard it too, and as soon as he waved his hand, the search team rushed up, "Stay here and stay still, Snape, or I'll let the DarkLord know about this." After speaking, he also rushed in In the bushes behind Snape.

Sirius moved slightly in Snape's direction.

"What now?" he asked in a low voice. "It doesn't matter whether you go or not."

"Amazing analytical skills."

"Oh, yes, now is a perfect time for bickering."

"Don't doubt my sincere praise, Black, I thought you would turn into a dog and rush out of the woods the moment Scabior left."

Sirius froze for a moment, and there was a sound in the bushes behind him. "They're back."

"Stand still." The expression disappeared from Snape's face.

"Severus, do you know what we found?" Scabior said. "Three pairs of footprints, it looks like two men and one woman." His eyes flashed with uncontrollable excitement. "They're nearby," he said. "Harry Potter is nearby."

Neither Snape nor Sirius spoke.

"You don't look surprised at all," Scabior said, circling the two of them. "Snape, you found out about Harry Potter's whereabouts, but you didn't tell Dark Lord."

Sirius secretly touched his wand in his sleeve.

"Would you rather follow me back to Malfoy Manor to meet the DarkLord, or let me go back by myself and tell him everything I've found?"

"As you please," Snape said.

Sirius had been to Malfoy Manor many times, from visiting relatives after his cousin when he was a child to the first time he acted as Peter, but he had never felt that the corridor leading to the main hall was so long.

DarkLord was seated at one end of the long table - that was his exclusive seat, and Nagini was languidly curled up on the armrest.

"Scabior, Severus?" Scarlet eyes glanced at Snape, and Voldemort squeezed the handle of his wand lightly.

"MyLord," Scabior said after saluting, "today we found three pairs of footprints in the Forest of Dean, two men and one woman, they pitched a tent at a certain location, it looks like it's probably Harry Potter, and—" He looked Looking at Snape, "We found Snape and Pettigrew around there, they seem to be going camping too." He made a point of emphasizing the "also".

"Have you found Potter?" Voldemort asked Scabior, seemingly oblivious to Snape's presence.

"MyLord, Snape he..."

"Have you found Potter?" Voldemort's voice rose sharply.

"No." Scabior was taken aback, then leaned down and whispered.

"You think I have enough time?" DarkLord stood up and walked slowly towards the kneeling Scabior.

"My Lord, I..."

Before Scabior could speak his defense, red light shot from the tip of Voldemort's wand, surrounding him.The captain of the search and arrest team fell to the ground violently, twitching all over his body, and screaming like ghosts and wolves.

Sirius looked at the pained Scabior, his heart filled with relief, he turned to look at Snape, but found that there was no trace of joy on the other's face.

After a moment, the casting stopped and Scabior lay on the ground, unconscious.

Voldemort waved at the rest of the search party crew, and they quickly lifted Scabior up, but their legs were shaking violently with fear, and it took a long time to lift their captain out of the main hall.

"Severus." Voldemort sat back in his chair, stroking his wand. "You have always been my most loyal servant."

Hearing this, Sirius' heart tightened. He felt that Voldemort might stand up suddenly at any moment and cast a Killing Curse.

"Sit down and explain your actions."

Snape glanced at the table and sat down two chairs away from Voldemort. Sirius followed Snape, sitting beside him.

"As you arranged, I'm the eyes and ears of the Order of the Phoenix." Snape said flatly, "A few days ago, I learned from Remus Lupin that Potter is in the Forest of Dean."

"So you plan to find him and kill him?" Voldemort asked, "without my knowledge?"

"Just to confirm, MyLord, the people of the Order of the Phoenix don't fully trust me. Doing so can eliminate false information."

Voldemort stood up from his chair and slowly approached Snape. Sirius looked up at the most dangerous dark wizard of this century, feeling the temperature in the room drop a little bit.

DarkLord stood still at the corner of the table, and with a wave of his wand, before Snape and Sirius could react, their luggage had already been lifted into the air, flew over the table, and landed in Voldemort's hands.

"Severus, I think you don't mind if I look at your luggage."

Sirius tried not to show hatred or disgust.

Voldemort put his wand on the table, then grabbed the package with his long pale fingers and lifted it up, spilling all the contents of the package on the table.The pale man picked up his wand again and fiddled with everything, first his underwear, his coat and some socks, and then his two water glasses, one of which contained a bag of expensive candy.

"I didn't know, Severus, that you had such a hobby."

"I guess," Snape turned his head away, "that it's one of Pettigrew's items."

Sirius only raised his head to glance at Voldemort, then lowered his head humbly, rubbing the hem of his clothes with his fingers in Peter's usual posture.

The scarlet eyes lingered on Sirius's body for a long time before slowly moving away. Voldemort continued to fiddle with the contents of the package. They were all daily necessities and seemed to be nothing special, except——

The air in the room suddenly froze. Amid Sirius' frantic heartbeat, he saw the snake-faced man in front of him carelessly lift up a piece of paper in the package.

That's Sirius Black's graduation photo.

"How touching." Voldemort said in a mocking voice, "May I ask, who is the owner of this thing?"

Sirius took a deep breath, and when he parted his lips, he heard Snape's voice beside him.

"its mine."

Sirius' heart skipped a beat.

Voldemort should already know very well about Severus Snape's character.He would never go out with such a thing with him. Sirius felt a rush of blood rushing to his head.Why?His mind went blank, why did Snape do this?

"Severus, I don't know, as a Slytherin, when did you become so sentimental." Voldemort turned the photo over and looked at the writing on the back.Then turn the photo back again.

"Tsk tsk, isn't this Mulciber from the seventh grade?" Voldemort said in a flat voice as he swept his wand across a face in the photo. "Severus, do you remember him?"

Snape straightened his body and nodded, Mulciber was his roommate, joined the Death Eaters almost at the same time as himself, and betrayed Voldemort in an operation before Harry Potter was born.

He will never forget the way Mulciber was tortured, and the expression on his face before he died.

"呲".The tip of the wand released flames, and the part with Mulciber's face was quickly melted, scorched, and then turned into a charred black shadow.

"It seems that you are very familiar with what happens to traitors, Severus. I remember you participated in every execution."

"Yes, Mylord."

Suddenly, Voldemort waved his arms, and his black sleeves made a "crash", the graduation photo was thrown high by him, and the wand emitted lavender light, enveloping the photo and Snape's body.

Sirius' heart twitched. Voldemort used magic to create a magical bond between Snape and the graduation photo. Whenever someone cast a spell on the photo, the spell would reflect back on Snape exactly.

Subconsciously, he grabbed Snape's hand under the table, only to find that his hand was already cold.

The photo falls back onto the table. "Let me see, Quirrell, pathetic coward." The wand pointed at a curly-haired teenager in the photo.The light was shining, and the spot on the photo immediately billowed with black smoke.

Snape clutched his chest violently, sweat trickling down his brow.

"Nott." Voldemort continued to casually call out the name of his former follower, "Another idiot who is afraid of death, and the end result of betraying me is to be burned alive." He sneered, and released flames from his wand, which burned towards the photo .

There was a whimper in Snape's throat, and he pushed away the chair and fell to the ground. He coughed violently and gasped for breath. Sirius hurriedly stepped forward to support Snape, but found that his body was burning like charcoal.

No, no, stop, stop!

This was the second time he'd watched Voldemort torture Snape, the last time was more of a panic, and this time—

A violent rage rose from within Sirius Black.

However, the snake-faced man still slowly poked at the photo with his wand, and at the same time cast the spell, "And Ficel," he said, continuing to cast the spell, "It's so pitiful, if I knew the fate of betraying me, why did I do it in the first place."

Snape scratched at his chest in pain - the shirt on his chest had been torn apart, revealing pale skin with bleeding marks from his scratching.Seeing that Snape's hand was grabbing deeper and deeper into his body, Sirius quickly grabbed Snape's arm, the latter opened his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood, he struggled in pain, bearing the hatred Voldemort inflicted on him for every traitor.

Sirius was full of despair and remorse, he didn't know if Snape was going to die in front of him in the next second, and all this was because of the graduation photo he put in the bag before going out.He felt countless emotions churning in his chest at the same time, like ocean waves, and he wanted to end it all, to rush up and snatch the wand from the snake-faced man, and then use an Avada to end his life.There was nothing he could do, though, all he could do was hold Snape's hands tightly and let him continue to struggle and whimper in bondage and pain.

"Severus, this is the end of betrayal." After a long time, Snape's struggle stopped, DarkLord dragged his long black robe and walked in front of them, threw the already riddled graduation photo in front of them, and threw it at Snape In the freshly coughed up blood.Countless holes have been burned out there, and the face of every traitor has become scorched black.

Then, drawing a circle in the air with his hand, Nagini slid off his chair knowingly and followed in his master's footsteps out of the main hall of Malfoy Manor.

Silver light flashed across Snape's chest, and Sirius softly chanted the charm while stroking Snape's forehead with his hand.

They had been in the woods the last time they had come out of Malfoy Manor, except that Snape was in much better shape then, and now, as Sirius cast the healing spell, he was painfully aware that something was wrong with him. Scars from the spell can never be healed.

Snape coughed twice more, frowning and looking at Sirius in front of him, he seemed very dissatisfied with his current situation. "Get your hands off, Black," he said, but he didn't make a specific protest.

"Don't move around, it'll be fine in a while," said Sirius, who had healed the trauma and was trying to restore Snape's clothes to their original state with the Stitching Charm and the Cleansing Charm.Occasionally, the dark-haired man's facial muscles twitched visibly when he touched Snape's body, and Sirius knew that he was still in pain.

"Look how good my skills are," he tried to say lightly, "this shirt looks like I just bought it from Diagon Alley." He buttoned the shirt for Snape and pulled his coat for him. Finally, a warming spell was released.

"It's freezing," he said, helping Snape to his feet from the ground. "Hurry up and go home, I'll make beef soup for you."

"Don't act stupidly out of guilt, Black," Snape said through gritted teeth. "I don't need any beef broth."

"It's not because of guilt." Sirius had already uttered such a sentence before he could react.

"Oh?" Snape raised one eyebrow.

Sirius' eyes were looking away, and he didn't know why, but when he heard Snape say the word "guilt", he was sure that the emotion in his heart was not from guilt - it was something more turbulent and anxious , but he himself could not name it.

Snape looked at Sirius for a moment and snorted coldly. "I'm going to school."

"What? Now?"

"If we agree on the definition of now, yes."

"Are you crazy!" Sirius took two steps forward, standing still in front of Snape, "Even though you don't look hurt right now, you know you..."

"I need to go to school right away."

Years of getting along told Sirius that once the person in front of him made up his mind, nothing could be changed.

"Okay, I'll go with you." After thinking for a while, Sirius' eyes cast kindness. "You're not physically fit, I'll take you to Disapparate." He stretched out his palm and put it in the distance between them, while smiling at Snape in front of him.

There seemed to be a strange look in the black eyes.

Snape was silent for a while, without answering, but silently raised his hand and put it in Sirius' palm.

Snape staggered from Hogsmeade's exit to the castle's entrance. During Voldemort's torture, his right leg was injured, and it hurt excruciatingly when he straightened it.Yet he refused to let Sirius help him.

After entering the campus, Snape put away his wand, stood where he was, and took a slow breath.

Then, he walked towards the castle as usual, and Sirius watched him, imagining the pain he felt every time he straightened his legs.

Before the snow fell, Hogwarts looked a bit bleak, with bare trees standing by the lake, and the lake seemed less transparent. Sirius hated winter from the bottom of his heart. He had hated winter since he was a child. When he was about to enter the castle, he raised his eyes and looked around. Just at this moment, a bell rang - get out of class was over.

The last time I came here as Peter and Snape, the students were all in class, and the castle felt deserted. When the bell rang for the end of class, Sirius felt a long-lost joy in his heart.He hadn't seen a Hogwarts freshman in a long time, and Sirius smiled at the thought of those little ones.

However, the children who poured out of the classroom had smiles on their faces just a moment ago, but when they saw Snape and Sirius approaching, their smiles were gone, and deep disgust and hatred were buried on their faces .

The smile on Sirius' face faltered as he saw the children walk past them one by one, staring at Snape with an expression that seemed to say "If I could, I'd give you a Killing Curse right now."

"Disgusting Death Eater!" A voice shouted from nowhere, Sirius turned his head quickly, but the instigator had already mixed into the crowd, Sirius turned his head to look at Snape angrily, but he found that there was no expression on Snape's face , he didn't even look back, but walked straight forward as if nothing happened.

He seems to be used to it.

A ball of paper flew over and hit Snape on the back, the black-haired man frowned exaggeratedly, and Sirius knew that the ball of paper must have hit some of Snape's wounds.They turned around together, and Sirius had even pulled out his wand angrily, but just like last time, everyone just looked at them gloatingly.

Sirius was absolutely sure that if Snape died here at this moment, these students would sing around his corpse for three days and three nights.

"Who did it!" Sirius yelled.

No one said anything, and the small group of Gryffinor schools gathered together to let out a derisive laugh.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor," Snape said, then turned and walked forward.

Sirius hurriedly turned to follow. For the first time, he didn't feel sorry or angry because of Gryffindor's deduction of points. The Death Eaters who could only grit their teeth and move forward amidst the laughter.

Sirius felt his head swell, the light in the corridor suddenly became dim, and he was breathing heavily like a drowning person.

"Voldemort's whore." Someone behind him muttered in a low voice.

"Enough! Enough! Shut up! Shut up! Oppugno!!!"

A red light flashed, and Sirius felt that he had almost used up all the strength in his chest in an instant, and all the bullets did not hit the child, but hit the surrounding walls.In an instant, the old walls of the castle fell off one after another, forming faint smoke in the air.

Then, even Sirius didn't know why, so he held his wand like this, and the other hand subconsciously protected Snape behind him, standing in the narrow and dusty corridor of the castle, facing a group of people with faces full of astonishment. With the frightened child, shed tears.

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When I read the original book, I always felt that the professor was very pitiful. While protecting him, he was hurt by the object he was protecting.I have always wanted to write such a scene, and today I finally got my wish (what are you wishing for)

But fortunately, the dog has exploded. Once he explodes, he will be out of control. No memory loss or previous hatred can stop him. He is about to run to the small universe of love.

It is easiest to make love in adversity, Sirius subconsciously grabbed Snape's hand under the table, healed him, and took him to Apparate, and Severus also put his hand in Sirius' palm after hesitation, so he was The torture is worth it (...)

At the end of this chapter, I felt a little uncomfortable... to find a sweet article to read (beat

The last reply was on the 143rd floor :)