[HP][SBSS]Somewhere In Times

"So fast?" Remus sighed, marveling at Snape's superior defense, and looked back at the time. "We're going to meet Aberforth later, but let's see Severus first." He said to Tonks and Kingsley said, it seemed as if Sirius had been forgotten.

Watching the three go straight up the stairs, Sirius curled his lips unnaturally.What about spies?He deserved it.He was thinking, but his footsteps moved involuntarily, and he walked upstairs.

"Why am I here?" After reaching the last step, Sirius saw Snape - at the end of his own direct gaze, in a room with no light at all, behind the picture that Sirius thought was too hard. Back on the bed, Snape sat up abruptly, a few strands of hair still sticking to his face.

"Severus, you still have wounds on your body, lie down first, and I'll tell you slowly," Tonks said.

"What the hell is going on?" Snape stood up as he spoke, "I knew you gibberish Gryffindors were going to ruin my business sooner or later." He straightened his sleeves hastily and scanned his surroundings , and finally landed on Sirius Black leaning against the door frame.

Snape's brow furrowed immediately, and he reached out and groped around.

"Severus, I have your wand," Remus said, "but we've told Sirius who you are, and your duel with him today was just a misunderstanding."

"Duel?" Snape said, "If something as wonderful as the 'human-dog fight' really happened, it would be enough for me to remember forever, but..." He turned his head and looked at Remus seriously. What do you mean, Lupine?"

Just a few seconds after Snape's voice fell behind, no one in the room spoke, and Sirius Black could even feel the temperature drop.

"Severus, do you remember that you and Peter Pettigrew met Sirius earlier tonight," Remus said slowly, and everyone in the room stared at Snape, longing for that look of realization.

However, no.

"...Because he didn't know your true identity, he mistook you for a Death Eater. After a fight between you two..."

"Lupine, what are you talking about?" Snape asked, "I don't remember ever meeting that mongrel," he glanced at Sirius, then at Remus, who was hesitant to speak, "The rest, wait a minute, I'll My head hurts now, do you have any painkillers here?" Snape frowned and pointed to his temple.

"Wait a minute!" Tonks yelled, pointing to a clearing behind Snape.Before everyone realized what happened, she had already run over with a wand and a medium-sized reagent bottle.It was only when the spell emerged from the tip of Tonks' wand that everyone saw that her wand was wrapped in a thin white thread.

Looking at the memory of being bottled by Tonks, everyone knew what had happened except Snape himself.

"Sleep is the accompanying action?" Tonks said in astonishment, looking at Snape's ugly face, "Severus, you've been hit by a spell that's a mixture of Altimus cast by Sirius and Reducto cast by Peter Pettigrew."

Sirius looked into Snape's eyes, who stared back at himself, as if analyzing and judging something, and after a moment, Snape asked, "Progressive soft memory loss?"

Sirius was a little surprised, it turned out that Snape knew that he had given up on this item, whether it was in a life-or-death moment or after careful consideration.

Are feelings and memories so worthless to him? Sirius' eyes looked away.No, the duel with me actually belongs to Snape's emotional soft memory?Is there something wrong?

"Sirius didn't mean it." Hearing his own name, Sirius quickly looked at Tonks, and it turned out that he had been distracted before he knew it. "Usually the accompanying action is related to mental activity, but I don't know why your accompanying action is sleep." Tonks shook his head suspiciously, "This is simply too strange, how could it be sleep?"

"But he doesn't have amnesia?" Sirius said.

"This is progressive. Every time he wakes up, he loses some of his recent soft memories. What happened recently is becoming more and more blurred, and things that are older are more clearly remembered. In the end, it is possible..." Tonks did not continue. , the voice is a little sad.

"It doesn't matter," Snape said loudly, striding away, only to be blocked by Remus. "You'd better lie down now."

"I have no hope for Gryffindor's IQ, but I want you to understand that Peter Pettigrew and I were going to meet the Dark Lord before the so-called duel with that mongrel." Snape stared at Remus, then at the wall The clock, "There is no way to delay this matter. It stands to reason that we should already be in Malfoy Manor by now. I think each of you should know the consequences of missing the meeting of DarkLord's cronies." He looked around, "Where is Peter Pettigrew? Is he Already know about my relationship with you?"

"Not yet, he didn't use defensive skills at all, and he will probably be unconscious for a long time." Remus' forehead was beaded with sweat, and they didn't know that the situation was so serious. "What should we do now?"

"There were two of us when the DarkLord summoned, and there's no reason for me to be alone at Malfoy Manor." Snape started pacing.

"Peter Pettigrew is an idiot, I don't think your Lord will care much about him."

"Do you think DarkLord's brain is as full of lice as yours?" Snape glared at Sirius, "Peter Pettigrew is nominally the servant DarkLord sent to me, but in fact every one of his cronies has so-called 'servants' around them, just for Let them watch over each other and restrain each other. In his eyes, there is no one who is truly trustworthy. If Peter Pettigrew and I were the only ones to go at this time, what do you think DarkLord would think?" He took a step forward, "Sirius, Through the previous 30 years, I know that you will never apologize for the mistakes you made, if you have nothing to do, please disappear from my eyes."

"Wow! Whose house is this?" Sirius yelled, but he felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart, but he didn't know where the excitement came from—since Snape woke up from the coma, to him His attitude was uncharacteristic: what had been sharp sarcasm and angry scolding became rational analysis and cold indifference.Now, anger was on Snape's face again, and a familiar feeling crept into Sirius' chest as he clenched his fists and leaned forward like a hunting dog pouncing on his prey.

"I know that your dog's kennel is not to be trampled on." Snape half-tucked his lips, "and I don't have the leisure to argue with you right now." Snape quickly put on his shoes and retrieved his wand from Remus. "If I don't rush back to Malfoy Manor tonight, the consequences will be disastrous."

"I see there is only one way to do it now." Arthur said after a long silence, "Peter Pettigrew is lying in the downstairs room, using his hair to make Polyjuice Potion, and one of us will drink it, and accompany Severus to Malfoy Manor , get through this calamity first."

"Since Snape and Peter Pettigrew have to go tonight, and Peter Pettigrew is unconscious, this is the only way. So who will go?" Remus nodded. After a large number of Phoenix members died, as an older member, Remus naturally became core figures of the organization. "Me, Tonks and Kingsley, the three of us haven't dealt with Peter Pettigrew at all. If we were to pretend, I'm afraid it would be revealed." After being affirmed by Remus, Arthur continued.

The implication is that there is only one out of Remus and Sirius. These two people have spent seven years inseparable with Peter Pettigrew. It is not difficult to imitate.

"Sirius, this operation is very dangerous, but in order to save Severus' life and his place in the Death Eaters, there is no way to do it this way. You have not been involved in the operation for a long time, and I should come, but I will see you soon Aberforth, today is the monthly meeting day."

"Can't you not go?" Sirius said, he really didn't want to be alone with Snape.

Snape let out a cold snort. "I think Black is dueling with me because Gryffindor wants to show off." He glanced at Remus, "The consequence of Black following me is that he will die without a place to die."

"You want to annoy me, don't you? Snotlite, don't think I don't know your tricks. I'll go with you today and see how you lick the corner of Voldemort's robe." Sirius turned around and walked to the stairs . "Isn't it just learning from Peter Pettigrew? Who didn't learn it when I played parody in school!"

"Once inside, you don't talk unless you have to." Snape let go of Sirius's arm immediately after Apparating in front of Malfoy Manor - he had transformed into Peter Pettigrew, and rolled his eyes at Snape just in time. "Don't worry, I have nothing to say to [i] person[/i]."

"I hope you'll remember saying that when your anger hits your head," Snape said, striding away, leaving Sirius behind, and Gryffindor, still basking in his disdain, hurried to follow, noticing that Peter's legs were It was shorter than he had imagined, and Snape was having a hard time following his normal pace. He finally understood why Peter was always at the end of the foursome.

The long corridor behind the main hall of Malfoy Manor was narrow and dark, a huge contrast to the magnificent building itself. Sirius moved cautiously on Peter's short legs.At the end of the corridor is a meeting hall, exuding dim light and eerie atmosphere. Sirius knew that Voldemort, the common enemy of the wizarding world and the executioner who killed James, was inside. Sirius couldn't help clenching his fists, and suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

It was Severus Snape, who seemed to see his mood swings.This silent reminder made Sirius relax for a moment, strode forward, and walked into the room with Snape.

There was only one person in the room: Voldemort sat lazily on the main seat of the conference hall, staring at the two people who had just entered, the elder wand was held between the two fingers of his right hand, as if between the lightning and flint. A death curse will be ejected.

"Severus." After a while Voldemort got up and pointed to a seat beside him. Snape stepped forward slowly, and carefully sat down again.

"Aren't you going to explain your lateness?" Voldemort said lazily. "That's not your style."

"MyLord," Severus stood up quickly, and knelt down on one knee in front of Voldemort. Sirius knelt down after seeing that. "We ran into a few members of the Order on the way," Snape said calmly. "We were late fighting them."

"Kura?"

"No, they're members of the Order of the Phoenix. Seeing how reckless they are, I'm afraid they just joined recently, and Kui Luo won't act like this." He didn't look up, "But there are a lot of them, and we got out after a lot of twists and turns."

Voldemort paced the room, seeming to ponder the veracity of these few words, and finally, he stopped, turned his back to Snape, and spread his pale palms.

"Let me see your wand."

Sirius' heartbeat started to quicken. He knew that Snape hadn't really fought him at all, and those spells were only used to resist. What would Voldemort think when he saw it?He surreptitiously lifted his head a little, trying to see Snape, but from his angle he could only see a tiny part of Snape's face.

"MyLord." Snape pulled his wand out of his robe sleeves, cupped his hands over his head, and waited for Voldemort to take it. Sirius could see that Snape was holding it steadily, without any fear or tremor in his hands.

Voldemort looked at Snape's bowed head, picked up his wand, and after a few flashback spells, Voldemort put the wand back in Snape's hand.

"Severus, I have to say, you were really brave when you fought." The Dark Lord's face was expressionless, "Not only did you not use any poisonous spells, you didn't even use any offensive ones, how did you get away? !" With the last half of the sentence, Voldemort's voice suddenly rose, and he moved Snakeface closer to Snape.

"My Lord, there are a lot of people on the other side, and Peter Pettigrew was disarmed at the beginning of the battle. I don't want to provoke them again. Under the circumstances, it is more important to resist and escape than to attack." Snape said.

"Are you contradicting me?" Black Wand frowned—but the absence of any hair on his barren head made his frown look all the more grim.

"I dare not, MyLord, but tell the truth."

"The truth?" Voldemort cast his eyes on Sirius, "Is he telling the truth?"

"Yes, it's the truth." Sirius hurriedly said, "My... MyLord." After thinking for a while, he added another sentence.

"Severus, you are my most loyal servant." Voldemort's expression seemed to soften a little, "I hope you will remember this time, and from now on, never lie to me." He raised his wand suddenly. "Oppugno!"

Snape collapsed to the ground, his body twitching in agony as if pierced by a thousand needles, but the Dark Lord did not stop casting spells.Blood gushed out from Snape's mouth, staining his neat front and white sleeves red.

no no!stop! Sirius shouted in his mind, the pain in front of Snape reminded him of the 12 years he spent in Azkaban, the effects and feelings of these tormenting spells, he would never forget in his lifetime. Sirius clutched the hem of his robes tightly, sweat dripping from his brow to the ground, merging with Snape's blood.

He really wanted to rush up and punch Voldemort's ugly snake face.

"I hope you can remember what you said when the anger hit your head." He remembered Snape's instructions, and loosened his clenched fists, with Snape's screams echoing in his ears, but he could only stand motionless Kneel beside him! Sirius closed his eyes slowly, he couldn't bear to look at Snape's distorted face again.

After an unknown amount of time, the screaming finally stopped. Sirius opened his eyes and saw that Snape was trying to support his body, bit by bit, he finally managed to put his knees and limbs into a kneeling position without making a sound.He just knelt in front of Voldemort just like before the execution, a drop of blood dripped from his hair, he didn't look at it, just frowned.

it is finally over. Sirius said to himself, relieved. Voldemort treated his cronies like this, did this kind of thing happen often?If he knew Snape's true identity, the consequences... Sirius' Adam's apple rolled, he didn't know how Snape had survived all these years.

"Crucio!"

Sirius opened his mouth in astonishment, and Snape's expression of pain once again made him realize that this was no hallucination: Voldemort was actually cutting out his heart at this moment!Snape would die if it went on like this!Regardless of his posture as a servant, he raised his head and looked at the Dark Lord: that ugly face was full of excitement and satisfaction. Sirius felt a surge of anger burning in his chest, had James been tortured like this before he died?Thinking of this, he felt that he was about to stand up and fight the Dark Lord to the death.

At this moment, the screams stopped.

"Get up." Voldemort said, returning to his seat. "If it weren't for you, Severus, it wouldn't be just Crucio being so merciful." He looked at Snape coldly - his most loyal servant propped himself on all fours and stood up with difficulty, his knees and hands trembling violently , The cuffs and lining have all turned blood red.

"Now," the Dark Lord narrowed his eyes, "you can start reporting on the situation at Hogwarts."