[HP][SBSS]Somewhere In Times

"No. 20 Three: You can summon the patron saint for help in very special circumstances. It's over." Sirius put down the parchment in his hand and looked up at Snape. "How is my retelling? Didn't I miss any link?"

Snape nodded silently, then poked his head out of the window of Spider's End, less than 24 hours before the action, although he had checked countless times, Snape was always vaguely uneasy.

"It's almost dawn," Sirius said, "Are you still asleep?"

Snape shook his head.

Sirius turned back and walked into his bedroom, and came out after a while. "Do you want to see the New Year's gift I prepared for you?"

Snape's brow was furrowed, he couldn't figure out how Sirius Black had time to prepare presents during these stressful days.Before he could ask, Sirius had sat down beside him and pushed something wrapped in parchment in front of Snape.

"Let me unpack it for you." Sirius took the present back and carefully opened it—

It was a light gray notebook, matching the color of Sirius' eyes very well. "Open it and have a look." He put the notebook back in front of Snape.

It took a lot of effort for the dark-haired man to hold back the sarcasm he almost blurted out, it was a gift after all, he thought.Although "a gift from Sirius Black" should sound like a brand new prank or an unexpected deadly plan, the book looked very friendly, Snape opened the first page, the paper was old, not like the recent Produced, with Sirius Black's name written on the lower right corner, that handwriting is all too familiar to Snape, because he has seen countless small notes written in this handwriting, covering the contents of "Snotty, your nose is stuck to the book", "Snotty, your oily hair reflects the sun so brightly" and so on.

Those notes, like this notebook, were a product of Sirius Black's student days.

"In sixth grade, in order to get rid of the imprint of the Black family, I read a lot of Muggle books, and I even put them in the most prominent place in the room." Sirius said with a smile, "I think their poetry is very good. , I just picked some and copied them in this notebook... why are you looking at me like this!" Sirius was a little embarrassed.

"A product of puberty?" Snape glanced at Sirius, then read in perfect English as he flipped through his book, "Is there only one person who loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face?"

"It was written by an Irish poet." Sirius scratched his head, "Why are you reading it?"

"I want you to take my heart and everything, I just ask you to leave me a pair of eyes so that I can see you..."

"Oh, okay." Sirius snatched the notebook from Snape's hand, and the corner of Snape's mouth half-curved made him feel even more embarrassed.

"It's refreshing," Snape said. "No wonder Mrs. Black is throwing you out." Laughing at Sirius made him feel less worried and tense.

"Don't be so snotty." Sirius said, "I saw your name on the library card of Petofi's poetry collection."

Snape's slightly pale face from lack of sleep for a long time seemed to be covered with a layer of color, and his expression became extremely rigid.

"My love is a desolate forest!" After a successful counterattack, Sirius got up abruptly, waving his notebook from his childhood and striding across the room, while exaggeratingly reciting Petofi's love poem: "Among them is jealousy, Like a robber!" Sirius laughed, reciting poems as he watched Snape's face get worse and worse. "It... holds a sword in its hand!" Sirius spun around, walked in front of Snape, rolled up the notebook, and pointed it straight at him as if holding a long sword.

He kept this posture and looked at the man, with black hair and dark eyes, displeasure and anger on his face.This scene is really familiar, but what I hold in my hand is no longer a weapon, but a gift.

And he was sure that his feelings for this man were no longer hatred.

A moment of silence.

"And every stab is brutal death." Eyes lowered, Sirius whispered the last line of the poem, threw the book back in front of Snape, and sat down.

"What if I die tomorrow." Sirius asked suddenly.

"Such a good thing should not happen."

"I think, since Voldemort's resurrection, everyone in the Order of the Phoenix has been prepared to face death." Sirius said, "But that mentality is still incomparable to this 'maybe you die tomorrow' mood." He said Changing his sitting position, he faced Snape, "Have you thought about that, Snape?"

The man opposite looked at Sirius for a while, then his eyes fell on the open notebook.I saw a few poems: we two came to the cemetery, you drew the palace with wooden sticks, and we two will live there forever in the future.

Snape remembered that his father once took him to a funeral. The deceased was a Muggle hero. Many people came to see him off. His body was placed in a marble coffin and the eulogy was read by the most famous priests. , Gorgeous church, colorful broken glass and exquisitely carved angels, people weeping softly, and the long singing of the choir.

This had always been how Severus Snape had a funeral in mind.

until his father died.

He was less than 15 years old at that time.Watching people bury their father hastily, without church and priest, funeral crowd and choir, not even a coffin.

Facing Black's question, Snape thought that maybe he'd been thinking about his own death and funeral since watching his father's burial.Think about how you will die and what kind of funeral you will have after you die.

"I'm sorry, did I remind you of your father?" Sirius' voice came suddenly.

Snape jerked his head up, a lock of hair sticking to the tip of his nose, his eyes filled with surprise.Ever since the conversation about "****" in Dean Forest, Sirius has always been able to guess his own thoughts.

"It seems to be so." Sirius stood up, turned back and sat down on the table, stretched out his hand to help Snape brush away the hair sticking to the tip of his nose, "Actually, it's okay if I die tomorrow." Sirius ignored Snape's expressionless face. unnatural expression. "There are just three regrets. First, I'm still a fucking wanted man in Azkaban; second, Harry has become a real orphan; third," he paused, turning his head to look at Snape didn't move his eyes.

"Tell him, we won't be in this world any day." Remus' voice echoed in Sirius' mind.

"Instead of thinking about your will, let's rehearse the code again." Snape stood up, keeping his eyes on the table.

"It's been practiced many times." Sirius jumped back from the table to the ground. "I think it's better to rehearse what to do if you pass out."

"what?"

Sirius stepped forward and kissed Snape.

"Black!" Snape tried to push Sirius away, but in the process of using brute force, he clearly realized that he was no match for that Gryffindor at all.

"Don't move around, you're in a coma now," Sirius said.

"Enough! Stop messing around!"

"I'm not messing around," Sirius said, "Severus Snape, I like you," he said, shaking his head again, "No, I love you, I, love, you, God, it feels good to say those three words - I, love, you!"

"I don't think you understand those three words," Snape said, and Sirius was pleasantly surprised that the other had stopped struggling.

"If you mean thinking about you all the time, wanting to run up and kill those bastards when you see what they do to you, wanting to do anything with you, dreaming that you're dead and waking up to find you're alive The first thing that comes to mind is 'how nice I can still see you', so there's no doubt I understand those three words."

"Severus Snape, I may be dying soon, so I have to let you know." Sirius let go of Snape and handed the poetry book back to Snape, "Not only will I put laxatives in your pumpkin juice, not only will I imitate your Note to write a love letter to Professor Slughorn, not only will hex you and make you grow strange things, but also love you."

Snape stared at the man he had known for nearly 30 years, with mixed expressions on his face.

Sirius stepped forward and kissed Snape again, although there wasn't much response, but this time, Snape didn't try to struggle, Sirius was careful and didn't go deep, just bit the other's lip lightly.

After a moment, Sirius separated the two of them and looked at Snape with a smile. He was sure that the other party was planning a sarcasm that broke the embarrassment, and he could almost hear the sound of Snape's brain racing for this sarcasm.

"Don't you want to eat dog meat?" Sirius imagined the scene of Snape writing on the note, and the note they passed through the door was quietly lying in the cabinet next to his bed with Snape's handwriting on it. "How does it taste?" Gryffindor grinned.

"Not much," Snape said.

Sirius smiled. "There must be something wrong with your taste system, why don't you try it again?"

"No need." Snape said, a blush flashed across his face, he turned his face away and looked out the window, it was already daylight. "It's time to go to Grimmauld Place."

"Why isn't Kingsley here yet?" Remus Lupine looked at the shadow of the bell tower reflected from the window. "He's never late."

"Is he from home or from the Ministry?" Sirius sat at one side of the long table with his hands folded, and Snape sat next to him without saying a word.

"The Ministry," Remus said, and he stood at the window for a while longer, watching. "Let's send things first." He sighed, then turned and walked into the bedroom on the first floor, and moved out a sealed box. In order to prevent accidents, these items were kept in Grimmauld Place until the moment before the action.

"First, Polyjuice Potion," Remus said, pulling out a few vials from the case, and began distributing them. "Tonks, this is yours, Severus, Sirius, this is yours, the material is special, please pay special attention." Remus said, carefully handing over the bottle - in order to prevent Snape and Sirius from being exposed in the Death Eater camp Identity, the potion bottles of the two of them have been treated with a special spell, and after being broken, each piece is only the size of dust, so that they can smash the potion bottle after drinking, making the compound decoction undocumented.

"Kingsley's...Authur, he's on your team, I'll give it to you first." Remus handed the medicine bottle to Mr. Weasley, and took out the remaining items from the box.

"These are invisibility potions, revealing potions, white fresh extracts, smoke balls, etc. for emergencies." Remus smiled gratefully at the twins, the creators of the smoke balls, "everyone Take one of them all."

There were footsteps on the porch. "Sorry I'm late!" a voice yelled.

"Kingsley!" Remus breathed a sigh of relief. "What happened? I thought something happened to you."

"No." Kingsley poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down, looking exhausted. "The Prime Minister has been pestering me."

"Muggle Prime Minister?" Arthur asked, handing Kingsley the Polyjuice Potion.

"Yes, he insisted on pestering me to deal with the riots today," Kingsley said. "There were a lot of protesters rioting outside the officials' houses early this morning."

"why?"

"Those Muggles think that the recent frequent murders are the government's problem. It can be seen that they have lost their minds. The official's dog ran out to chase them away. Roast dog meat over a fire."

"God," Tonks called out automatically.

"I finally got away with finding someone to deal with this matter. I heard that they planned to eat dog meat on the spot to express their anger."

Hearing the words "eat dog meat", Sirius thought of the conversation he had with Snape earlier today, and almost laughed out loud. He tried his best not to laugh, and reminded himself that now is not the time to laugh, the battle is imminent, and even more so. Don't say that everyone in the room looks very serious now, don't make untimely actions, otherwise not only Snape, but everyone in the room will blame themselves.

Then he heard a chuckle.

Sirius turned his head with everyone - Severus Snape was looking down at the bottle of Polyjuice Potion in his hand, his black hair hanging down his cheeks and the corners of his mouth turned up.

Seeing this scene, Sirius' long tense laughing muscles completely collapsed, and he suddenly fell down on the chair next to Snape, ignoring the doubtful people in the room, and grabbed Snape's hand, the latter's eyes were very Gentle, there seems to be a residual smile left. "Hahahaha Snape! You just couldn't hold back your laughter!" Sirius gasped, leaning back and forth.

Looking at the two of them, everyone felt that a strange change had taken place in the world.

"Okay, time is up, let's start as planned." Remus stepped forward and patted Sirius on the shoulder, while Snape had already suppressed his smile, broke away from Sirius' hand, and walked calmly to the porch.

The author has something to say:

This time the update is really late. Recently, I was working on the final exam and the SBSS doujinshi "Maybe Tomorrow". The short manga writer finally got in touch, so this means that the book is about to be released. A small advertisement: order it Everyone in this book pay attention to check your mailbox recently ╰(*°▽°*)╯

Closer to home.

Unlike the last kiss, this time it was both willing.The heart has never left each other, slowly approaching, slowly approaching...so the two of them have made love to each other.

I originally wanted to write about the results of H the night before the battle, but I deleted it. I always feel that the dog thinks that he is going to die the next day, and then he got H tonight, Professor. Maybe later. (really unreliable)

So the professor didn't hold back his laughter... I feel that Snape is not the kind of person who can't laugh all his life, that would be too inhuman... He just hasn't found something worth laughing at, and Sirius has this kind of book that makes him laugh. The professor laughed.So hurry up and laugh twice before the action starts (It doesn’t sound right =.=

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