[HP][SBSS]Somewhere In Times

There are many remote streets and alleys in the northeast of London, imprinted with the imprint left in the city by the Muggle old industrial era.This is a bar street, and there are many workers living in the blocks on both sides. They will catch the earliest bus to go to work in the factory in the early morning, and the whole residential area will look lifeless.And whenever night falls, they will return here covered in sweat and a heavy smell of industrial materials, take a shower indiscriminately, gather in twos and threes in the bars on this street to chat, and occasionally gamble a game or two as a pastime .

Behind this noisy bar street is an unusually quiet alley.

The people living in this box are all wizards, and most of them have business in the bar street in front.Seven months after the end of the Wizarding Wars, the world is looking forward to a swift return to prosperity.Therefore, the Ministry of Magic allows wizards to do business in the Muggle neighborhood, but it needs to sign some confidential documents that seem a bit red tape-after all, no wizard is stupid enough to reveal his identity in front of Muggles.

Of course, there were also some wizards without property who were attracted by cheap rent, and Severus Snape was one of them.

At this moment, he was sitting in a potion shop in the middle of this quiet alley, carefully polishing the keel, and every time he polished, he had to move his wrist—his hand was injured in the war, so he couldn't exert too much effort. Snape's expression was focused, without blinking.In fact, he didn't have to work so hard, because the proprietress Ella knew almost nothing about potions. Ella's home was destroyed during the war. Her best friend and the original owner of the potion shop, Bernard, died in the final battle. After the grief, Ella decided to take over the potion shop.One day Snape stepped into this shop to buy medicinal ingredients, but Ella brought another herb similar to it. After Snape explained the difference between the two herbs harshly, Ella asked him to help manage the potion shop at night, And pay him some salary.

Snape hesitated to accept the job, and Ella, who had found the perfect salesperson, bought a small shop in the bar street next to her. During the day, she ran the potion shop by herself, and at night, she went to work in the bar after taking over shifts with Snape. When there are no customers, Snape will polish the medicinal materials into semi-finished products according to the needs. After all, all raw materials must be pre-processed before they can be used. Snape's craftsmanship in this area can be described as exquisite, and the pre-processed semi-finished products can be sold at a higher price. sell away. Snape didn't hate the job. Seven months ago, he woke up in a bed in the war injury unit of St. Mungo's Hospital, surrounded by hundreds of patients who had been wounded in the war like him.He tried his best to recall the decisive battle that just passed, but found that many details were blurred.At noon on the day he woke up, the doctor came to see him with his medical case, reassuring him to recuperate, and said that after he was discharged from the hospital, all those who participated in the war would be awarded Ministry of Magic medals.

That afternoon, without saying goodbye to anyone, Snape had Apparated in the hospital bathroom.

He has no interest in medals. The war took away his reason for struggling to live. He searched all over his memories, but he has no relatives, let alone friends.He tried to think about the appearance of himself standing on the podium, facing a group of strange and irrelevant people below to accept the medal. This picture gave him only stupid and funny feelings.With his own savings, he left Spinner's End and rented a very cheap place to live here, without telling anyone—of course, he couldn't think of any reason to advertise it. Snape thinks this kind of life is very good. During the day, he can read at home and delve into the potions that he had no time to delve into before. When the sun is in the west, he will come to the store to take the key from Ella's hand, and spend the night Grind the herbs.Because of this, many guests would choose to patronize at night time, and highly praised Snape's craftsmanship, which gave him some insignificant sense of accomplishment, besides, being able to accompany potions, such a life seemed to have nothing to complain about of.

Except for two things.

The first thing was that Snape sometimes felt like he'd forgotten something extremely important, but he couldn't remember it.When he moved away from Spider's End Alley, he tidied up the room hastily, and packed out a lot of things he couldn't remember when he bought them (and many things didn't seem to belong to him at all).He felt that maybe he was injured by the curse during the final battle, or he might be suffering from the mental illness caused by war in Muggle medicine.But Snape didn't want to go back to his bed at St. Mungo's Hospital anymore, so he dumped his unknown stuff in a closet behind the master bedroom and decided to ignore his "illness".

The second thing was the radio in Ella's potions shop.

When he came to work on the first night, Ella told him: "That radio in the corner, don't turn it off, and don't change the channel." He asked why, and Ella's voice choked up: "The original owner of this store is also me. Best friend Bernard, he likes to listen to this radio station the most." The proprietress explained intermittently: "This radio station was established a year before the war. At that time, only this station insisted on broadcasting real news, there are many exciting news, and of course the death list will also be broadcast." Snape frowned, he knew this station, and the twin sons of the Weasley family also took turns to undertake the broadcasting task of this station at that time, They also had to change places frequently for fear of being raided. "Bernard said that as long as this station is still on, it means there is still hope in this world." Ella said: "So, I never turned it off or changed the station."

This passage touched something in Snape's heart, so he promised that the proprietress would not change the channel, although after that he added some euphemistic sarcasm about this "sentimental" feeling.

Ten minutes after Snape switched shifts with Ella, he regretted the promise he had just made.

It was suppertime, and it was prime-time radio, but the radio anchor sounded like an idiot.When reading the manuscript, there are often typos, and the words are not smooth when connecting columns, and sometimes there are gaps of a few seconds.In this regard, the anchor himself explained: "I'm really sorry, listeners, I've only been in this business for less than a month, please bear with me." What's even more exasperating is that because Snape's duty time is fixed every day, he has to Don't be a "loyal listener" of the show. Snape is a quiet person, and this anchor perfectly broke the atmosphere in the store, annoying Snape with all kinds of thoughtless remarks.

Like now.

"Although the war that just passed was horrific, there are also some memorable warm moments," said the host's voice, and then he changed to a song, Beethoven's "Wellington's Victory", Snape shook his head, he didn't know Appropriate for this kind of symphony depicting big victories, the drum beat at the beginning bothered him, but the anchor seemed very satisfied with this first song. "Today's program, let us bravely look back and talk about those things that you will never forget during the war."

This is literally the most boring interactive topic I've ever heard. Snape flicked his wrist as he thought as he placed a keel bone he had just polished on the plate.How can such a topic be answered?

As a result, less than a minute later, the anchor's happy tone came from the radio: "Oh my God, the enthusiasm of the audience is too high. I have received a dozen replies in one go. Thank you all, let me talk to the listeners Share these unforgettable moments."

Snape took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to resist the urge to rush up and smash the radio.And when the anchor said "this sharing is related to family affection", he picked up the next unpolished keel.

war. Snape remembered too.He remembered certain things, even very well, like the station.Due to the need to constantly change places, it could not broadcast on time during that time. The longest one lasted more than two months. Just when almost everyone thought the station had disappeared forever, its weak signal came again.That was the hope of many for a peaceful future.

But now, it has become the official radio station of the Order of the Phoenix, with a full schedule of columns throughout the day, at fixed times.

The war is really over. Snape thought.The anchor was still chanting the story about family love to his heart's content, Snape raised his eyes and glanced out of the window, there were thousands of lights in the alley, peaceful and peaceful.

Faced with this peaceful scene, Snape, who had a large blank memory, suddenly felt a little lonely.Perhaps an illusion. Snape sighed, and decided to take it all on this idiot radio show.

The show was hot, Snape knew it. Ella was a loyal listener herself, she also had a radio in her bar office, the bartenders were all wizards, and there were a few girls in the bar who were particularly fond of the show - yes, Snape noticed the show at the same time The majority of loyal listeners are women, which is said to be due to the charming appearance of the anchor.

The host read three messages while Snape was grinding a keel, "Okay, now let's read the letter from the fourth viewer." The host cleared his throat, and then, for some reason, his voice fell silent for a few seconds. "It's... it's a question, 'what was your last memorable moment in the war'."

Snape raised the corners of his mouth, and leaned his body gently on the back of the chair. On the radio, the symphony had come to an end, which was Beethoven's usual grand ending. The host seemed to hesitate for a while, and said: "For me, the unforgettable In an instant, it was probably fighting back to back with the person I love the most."

Snape froze for a moment, he never thought that the host would say such an answer, this sentence hit his heart like a bolt of lightning, Snape felt a little dizzy, but he couldn't explain the reason, as if he was about to fall into it uncontrollably into an endless abyss. "Of course, the person I love the most has died in the battle..." The anchor's voice became farther and farther away.

It's okay, just take a nap.The moment before he drifted off to sleep, Snape thought reassuringly, the sound of the radio surrounded him, intermittently reminding him that the war was over and he was safe.

After an unknown amount of time, he was woken up. It was a customer who came to buy long-lasting heat preservation potions. "Sorry." He quickly got up from the chair, a little flustered.The guest was a middle-aged man with gray hair, who smiled and waved at Snape.

"Sure enough, girls are more fanatical." He greeted: "Every day at this time, my wife and daughter are at home watching the radio and listening to this program. If I need to buy anything at this time, I am the only one who goes out." He took the potion from Snape: "Seeing that you can fall asleep listening to the show, it shows that this show has a very different appeal to men and women."

Snape took the money, mentally denying the idea of ​​sex.

After seeing off the guests, Snape turned and returned to his seat. On the radio, the anchor laughed heartily after reading the letters from the audience.

This laughter is so familiar. It sounded like a dog barking, Snape thought.But he was absolutely sure that he didn't know the anchor.By the way, what's his name?

"Okay, that's it for today's show," the clock on the wall struck ten. "I'm the anchor Black, see you at the same time tomorrow."

Yes, called Black. Even the name sounded like a dog, Snape thought, frowning.He breathed a sigh of relief, ready to enjoy the next two hours of work without the interruption of this boring program.

A month later, one night before Christmas, Snape got a message from Ella.

Due to the strong response, the radio station decided to hold a "host meeting".Every audience present can have close contact with the anchor.Before the meeting, the radio station also made a special program to warm up the event.

"What did you just say? Fan interaction?" Snape was dumbfounded.

"Yeah." Ella's face was filled with uncontrollable excitement, and she hurriedly tossed the key to Snape. "The audience is free to ask questions, and Mr. Black will answer them one by one." She put on her coat: "Anyway, I plan to sit in the office today and participate in the interaction."

"Bad idea." Snape said, watching Ella go away.Sure enough, perhaps due to the gender ratio of the fans, the topic turned to the anchor's love life within 10 minutes of the show starting.

"You can also ask about other things." There was a trace of shyness in the anchor's voice.But the fans were not relentless, and the problems one after another were all related to the "host's favorite person" mentioned earlier.

On the radio, Black sighed, and then he was silent for a while, changing the music. "Since you want to know so much, I'll give you an overview," he said, to the soothing, sad tune of Schubert's String Quintet in C Major.

Oh, Merlin. Snape involuntarily glanced at the radio.Memoirs of an Anchor's Love History?Are you kidding me?

"My lover was the bravest person I've ever met, and his sacrifice was a loss for the entire wizarding world. So I was also depressed personally, until my friends encouraged me to come to this station to work as a distraction, and it gradually improved. But I'm afraid," the anchor paused, "I won't be able to let go of him in my life."

Snape raised one eyebrow, noticing that the anchor had used the word "he" instead of "she".Many people will be heartbroken. Snape thought of this, and for some reason, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously.

"We were in the same class at Hogwarts. I was a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin. I was playing tricks on him every day at school. He was a bit malnourished, and he would fall if I bumped him just a bit. And he was like A petty elf whose clothes are always out of proportion." Black seemed to want to make a joke, but his voice sounded a little trembling. "When I was in school, the person I paid the most attention to was him. Of course...my behavior was wrong...at that time, I didn't understand why I always had to tease him, and when my friends had done more to him than me, After a serious prank, I would still be very angry and feel that I was being compared, so I bullied him even more." Black said with self-deprecation: "Later I figured it out, maybe I was just jealous, I think Closest to him, wanted him to see me, but he's a Slytherin, and Gryffindor and Slytherin were never friends, so I did it that way...but I never hurt him, at least, I never did I wanted to hurt him." The anchor added eagerly: "I protected him several times, but of course, I didn't have the nerve to let him know, nor did I let other students know."

Snape carefully heated the cauldron, the negative effects of the show on him slowly diminishing.Maybe it's because the music is still more to your taste-Snape doesn't want to admit that he has developed some kind of dependence on this boring program, but he can indeed get along with the old-fashioned radio. Wave your wand.

"During the 12 years I was in Azkaban, he was the one who thought of me the most." Black's voice gradually calmed down. "Later, we became comrades in the same camp again, and that was the happiest period of my life."

Snape listened quietly to the story told by the anchor on the radio, the cauldron beeped slightly, the light in the store was dim, and fine dust floated in the air, the anchor told the past of him fighting side by side with his lover in the war, seemingly peaceful There is obvious excitement and restraint in the tone of the song, and the music just entered the second part, and the soothing tune changed from eager double bass to high-spirited.The anchor's narration seemed very substituting, even though it was a story that had nothing to do with him, but for some reason Snape felt a little uneasy in his heart, making him want to stand up and walk around.

"...After his sacrifice, even the corpse was not found." The story finally came to an end. "I had hoped that he would survive countless times, even if it required me to sacrifice my own life, I did so, but I didn't have time to block the killing curse for him, although I was also hit by the spell, but One of his... one of his things protects me." The music just ended, and Snape, who was used to radio shows in the background, suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with the silence. "In the past, I prayed for peace countless times, hated and cursed the cruel war countless times, but now when I finally get peace, I live in regret and remembrance for him every day." Black's voice mourned: "I decided To accept this job, apart from the persuasion of my friends, there is also... my life was saved by him, and he should hope that I will spend the rest of my life well." The melody is gentle again, and the melodious melody of the violin is like reminiscence and reflection.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to let go of it in this life." The anchor finally said.

"I saw some of you asking his name." Black said after a moment of silence, "That's a question I don't want to answer. I...I can't say his name, sorry."

Snape poured out the semi-finished product from the cauldron. For some reason, he envied the protagonist in the story. Even though he had passed away, there would always be someone in this world who would remember him, love him, and... appreciate him.But when he imagined the appearance of the anchor who couldn't even speak clearly, he became disdainful again.

Who could fall in love with such a fool? Snape groaned inexplicably.Probably also a superficial idiot.

Ella showed up on time at 12 o'clock. The exposure of the anchor's sexuality made her a little disappointed, but her enthusiasm remained undiminished. "I'm going to the meeting tomorrow, can you help take care of this place during the day?" She said earnestly, "After tomorrow, I'll give you two days off." She was very happy after getting Snape's consent, and almost touched the freshly prepared potion. "One more thing," she said, and Snape looked up, saw her hesitate, and said, "It's all right, you go home."

After watching Snape go away, Ella gently locked the door.Each person can only receive one souvenir at tomorrow's meeting. In addition to the one for Bernard, she also wants to get another one as a collection.But all the friends she knew would be there tomorrow, so she just wanted to ask Snape for advice and get a copy in his name.As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I was afraid that the employees who had always sneered at the show would raise objections. "He won't notice anyway." Ella comforted herself quietly, and walked slowly towards home.

The day after the meeting, Snape didn't wake up until noon, and it was already early morning after dismissing all the customers all day yesterday, which made Snape, who hated socializing, physically and mentally exhausted.Fortunately, during these two days of vacation, I don't have to speak a word to anyone again.He happily opened a tome and read it.

The clock struck six, and Snape looked up. At this time of day, Black's show would start. Today, when he could finally enjoy the quiet at this time, Snape's heart suddenly became restless, as if something was missing.Could it be that I am really used to hearing dogs barking at this time? Snape was a little annoyed. He tried to focus on the page in front of him, but Black's voice echoed in his head for no apparent reason. "I'm afraid I won't be able to let go of it in this life."

The stories that were being told intermittently were more powerful than Snape knew.As if from his distant past, like a huge black hole, all of Snape's mind couldn't resist the force.

When Snape decided to Apparate to Spider's End, he figured something was wrong with him.

In Snape's expectation, the house that no one lived in for eight months should be dark, dirty and full of cobwebs, but when he opened the door and lit the candles in the house, he was shocked by what he saw.

The whole room was spotless, everything was neatly arranged, the floor was so clean that it seemed to reflect the night sky outside the window, and there was a bouquet of flowers on the table.

Someone must have been there, or been used as housing by someone else. Snape paced around but couldn't find any sign of people living there, as if the place was only inhabited by a hardworking house-elf.

Snape opened the master bedroom closet, and the things he had littered in there had been cleaned up, and everything was neatly arranged according to size. Snape picked up a silver box and gently opened it. Inside were his OWL report card and NEWT report card, as well as the seventh grade schedule, and a letter from his mother. Snape vaguely remembered this, and he emptied out the old stuff, only to find his graduation photo lying at the bottom of the box.

The moment Snape touched the photo, Snape's pale fingers trembled a little. After the war, he didn't want to look through old things from the past. Today he doesn't know what happened to him, everything happened as if by accident. Snape stared at the picture of himself, and then looked away after a moment. There were many faces he couldn't remember, but some were very impressive.

Like James Potter, Snape recognized him at a glance, his eyes moved, and he saw a brown-haired boy standing next to James Potter.He smiled heartlessly, showing his white teeth.Typical Gryffindor expression. Snape thought, he didn't remember who it was, he just thought that such a smiling face was as bright as the sun on the day of graduation.

Snape put down his graduation photos and walked upstairs, pushing away the bedroom, which was equally clean and tidy, but equally lifeless. Snape saw a coat hanging on the wall at a glance, and he approached to take it off and examine it carefully.This is obviously a child's coat, about fifteen or sixteen years old, and the style is the kind that was popular decades ago.The coat is heavy and should be warm.

"Then——I won't lend you your coat, shall I?" The fifth grade's dancing bonfire, the rustling evening wind, and a sly smile.

But Snape couldn't remember whose clothes it was.Annoyed, he threw the clothes on the opposite wall, and with a "crash", the clothes fell to the ground, and Snape suddenly felt distressed again, and hurried over to pick up the clothes.What's wrong with me? Snape was not an excitable person, and now he was standing there with that dress in his arms, a grief and loneliness that had nowhere to vent was howling wildly inside him like a beast, and that cry seemed to engulf him. Snape slumped helplessly into a chair, and a moment later, he opened the drawer.

On the top lay a note quietly.

Beef or pasta?

Sirius B.

dog meat.

S. Snape

Turn it over, and on the back it says:

I heard that Muggles have a law that it is a crime to eat dog meat.So let's have beef tonight, can you open the door?

Sirius B.

What a stubborn and obnoxious idiot you are.

Snape

Seeing the signature, Snape recognized it as his own note, but didn't know what SiriusB. stood for.If it's a stubborn and obnoxious idiot, it doesn't matter if you forget it. Snape thought, but his fingers trembled more and more, his heart beat faster and faster, his chest seemed about to be torn apart, Snape finally threw away all these things, and ran to the window to breathe heavily.

After a while, he calmed down, raised his head, and saw the night sky dotted with stars.

His gaze was immediately attracted by the most dazzling star.

Sirius is a star in the constellation Canis Major, about 8.6 light-years from Earth.The name is derived from the Greek, meaning "hot", and it is the brightest star that can be observed from the earth so far.

That's what the book says.he thinks.This star is really eye-catching.

It was noon again when he woke up the next day, and Snape found himself curled up in a chair by the window, not remembering how he fell asleep last night.With half a day left in the holiday, Snape ate something casually and sat in his room until dark.He has never lived a life of doing nothing like today.As the clock got closer and closer to 6 o'clock, his growing anxiety gradually made him realize something more and more clearly.

I fucking need to listen to that damn radio show.

Snape hurried on the familiar road, he decided to give up his vacation and start working tonight.The alley was very quiet, he felt a little strange, it was almost seven o'clock in the evening, and the bar street next door should have started to welcome customers, but today there was no movement in the alley.

Turning the corner, Snape saw a man standing in front of Ella's potions shop.

He almost turned his back to himself, with half-long and loose curly hair, one hand in the pocket of the black windbreaker, and a dead leaf floating in the other hand, he moved his finger lightly, and the leaf "poof" It turned into a small flame, burning quietly in his palm, emitting a faint light that illuminated his face, which Snape could only see a small part from this angle.

A wizard, Snape thought.

"Hello," Snape said politely. "Do you need to buy medicinal materials?"

The man turned sharply, and Snape saw his face.

With a straight nose, gray eyes, and elegant curves, the man's hand holding the flame began to shake violently. In the flickering firelight, Snape saw the other's mouth gradually open, as if he wanted to say something.

The next second, the man extinguished the flame, waved his wand, and lit the street lamp.Then, step by step, he walked towards Snape, his eyes bright and ecstatic.

Then he stood still in front of Snape, his lips moving as if to choose his words.

"Hello," he said finally, and Snape was dumbfounded by the familiar voice. "I'm Black, the anchor of Order Radio."

"You..." Snape was taken aback, although he desperately needed to listen to the station he once thought was boring, he was a little overwhelmed by the current situation.Under the street lights, their figures overlapped and stared at each other for a long time.

"Ella said," Black broke the silence first, "She said that you are a loyal listener of this program and listen to it every night, and she wants to get you a souvenir from the audience meeting." He fumbled in the pocket of his windbreaker, his gaze Without moving away from Snape's face, he held up what was in his hands to Snape's face - a few postcards with a picture of himself on them, and a booklet that looked like a review of past highlights.

This keepsake is so silly. Snape looked at Black's smiling face on the postcard, frowned slightly, didn't take it, and turned his gaze back to the other's face again.Then, Snape thought it must be his hallucination, but he saw the light flickering clearly under the other's eye sockets.

"What's your name?" Black's voice cracked, and Snape could see that he was trying to stay calm.

"My name is Severus Snape." Snape's palms were sweating inexplicably.

The brown-haired man waved his wand and wrote "To Severus" on the postcard.Pass it to him again.

"Nice to meet you, Severus," Black said, and broke down in tears.

Snape was stunned, his previous experience with Gryffindor had made him full of prejudice against the people of this academy, but at this moment, the handsome face in front of him made his heart extremely warm and fulfilling.

"You must think these things are stupid." Seeing that the other party did not answer, Black accurately expressed Snape's inner feelings, and withdrew his hand, trying to put the souvenir back into his pocket, but Snape grabbed his arm.

"Thank you." Snape said, taking what Black was holding, feeling that all of this was beyond his comprehension - he did think the souvenir was silly.

Black laughed, and he wiped the tears on his face with his hands carelessly, "You know what?" He looked at Snape, his eyes were tender and hot: "Your name sounds like snot."

Snape almost melted under the gaze, his heart beating violently against his chest, but his eyes didn't flinch: "Your name sounds like a dog."

There was no malice in the air.

familiar feeling. Snape searched Black's face with his eyes, as if looking for a trace of past acquaintance.

Sirius Black, who saw Snape's intentions, showed a bright smile like the sun, reminding Snape of the boy in the graduation photo.

Can't remember, that's ok. Sirius thought, reaching out to take Snape's arm tentatively.

The light of the street lamp is gentle, and the whole world is so silent that they can hear each other's heartbeat.After the moonlight quietly retracted into the clouds, the sky was full of stars like a sea, reflecting a small piece of grass beside them. The cold winter was about to pass, the flowers would bloom again, and there were no young people.However, no matter where time begins, for them, the ending will be the same.

No more clinging to the past.

They will always have better times than they have in the past.

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