[HP][SBSS]Somewhere In Times

Even though it was autumn, the woods around Malfoy Manor were still lush, and the sidewalks on both sides were covered with layers of fallen leaves. Severus Snape held onto the tree trunk with his left hand, and pointed his wand at the wound on his body with his right hand, a silver-white halo flowed from the tip of the wand, streaking across the bloody wounds on Snape's legs.Perhaps because of the pain, he always had to stop halfway, frowning and gasping for air.

Sirius Black stood beside him—he still looked like Peter Pettigrew, staring at the man in front of him steadily: from the moment he left Malfoy Manor, his brows had not been loosened. Sirius' eyes moved to Snape's collar: it was drenched in cold sweat.He stared at the shocking wound on Snape's leg, and couldn't figure out how he had endured such pain and walked out of Malfoy Manor step by step.

"Can you still walk back by yourself?" Sirius asked after Snape's self-medication was over. "I mean, you can only Apparate to Hogsmeade and walk back to school by yourself." He pointed to the wound on Snape's leg.

"Otherwise?" Snape said coldly, pulling down the legs of his trousers and smoothing every wrinkle with difficulty, without looking up.

"You can apparate directly to number 12, Grimmauld Place, and spend the night there," Sirius said.

"You're scared dumb by the Dark Lord?" Snape looked at him suspiciously.

"No, I'm sober." After what happened at Malfoy Manor, Sirius had a mixed feeling in his heart. He knew that the reason why Snape went through all the torture tonight was because of his recklessness and impulsiveness. If he hadn't sneaked out of the house and attacked Snape without authorization, he wouldn't have suffered this disaster.It wasn't like the pranks he'd had as a student, the ones that at best made Snape the butt of a joke in the Great Hall at breakfast time, or running the toilet for days on end because of something he ate.But this time was different, this time, Snape was trembling slightly in front of him covered in wounds, which made Sirius couldn't help but want to step forward to help him, yes, he did think so, he knew that all this was caused by himself , and this feeling in his heart prompted him to do something that would reassure his conscience.

Maybe there was something else, but Sirius couldn't say it himself, he just felt that the Severus Snape standing in front of him now, covered in wounds but still glaring at him, was different from the Severus Snape he once had in mind.

Though Sirius didn't want to admit at all that he felt guilty for Severus Snape.He thought he just didn't want to owe the snot-nosed one anything.

"What do you think you're doing?" A gust of cold autumn wind blew through the wound on Snape's neck like a sharp knife, and he gritted his teeth. "First impulsively making mistakes, and then pretending to be a saint to show mercy? Gryffindor Is it all like this?"

"Why can't you understand the meaning of other people's words positively? Are all Slytherins like this?" Sirius retorted. In my case, when you wake up tomorrow morning, you forgot something and who to ask? How do you file about today’s actions and intelligence?”

Snape raised his eyebrows, and Sirius could tell that Snape, in pain, was not as adept at doing this as usual. "What I lost was perceptual memory." He said after a while, "I don't think anything happened tonight has nothing to do with... In short, it has nothing to do with being in the file."

He didn't want to say the word "emotion".

Sirius glared at Snape, did Snape have to wait for me to say "I'm sorry, great Severus Snape, for causing you to suffer because of my stupidity, please take my request as a sincere apology!" before giving up?He suddenly felt all the muscles in his body twitching - the effect of the Polyjuice Potion disappeared, and for a moment, he turned back into Sirius Black.After changing from looking up to looking down, Sirius stretched all the muscles in his body.Why do I have to waste so much talk with the snot essence? Sirius laughed to himself.Then he took a step forward and grabbed Snape's arm.

"Oh, I forgot, Gryffindor is a simple-minded guy with strong limbs, except for putting on the airs of a saint." Snape tried to shake off Sirius, but he had no chance of winning, and the brown-haired Gryffindor kicked him to a patch outside the grass on the clearing.

The moment Sirius Apparated Snape with him suddenly felt a little pity-maybe tomorrow, Snape will forget these thrilling moments they experienced today.

At 08:30 in the morning, Sirius rubbed his eyes and went down the stairs, and saw five people sitting at the dining table: Remus Lupine was using magic to peel off the casing of Tonks, Kingsley and Arthur were talking and laughing.

Severus Snape sat at the far right of the table, staring motionless at the food in front of him.

"Don't remember how I got here?" Sirius yawned, and reluctantly sat down in the chair next to Snape - the only empty seat.

"On the contrary," Snape said. "I think I remember too well."

"Sirius, you're just in time." Tonks got up, her pretty face was heavily dark circled, it looked like she hadn't slept a few hours last night. "Yesterday I always felt that it is almost impossible for the mind and memory to go to sleep with movement, and Severus woke up this morning without losing any memory." In the sleeping room, I picked up a tome from the bedside table and turned back. "I found this book in a bookcase in the attic. I have to say, Sirius, you have a wide variety of writings on black magic in your family." She sat down and found a page she had recorded, "Look look at this."

Sirius seemed dissatisfied with Tonks' comments about the variety of books in his house, "Your house has quite a few." He reluctantly took the book from his niece.

"So, the accompanying action is a dream?" After watching for a while, Sirius raised his head and asked.

Tonks nodded, "There is only one possibility. Dreaming is a mental exercise, and it also conforms to the characteristics of progress." Speaking of this, she raised her hand excitedly and knocked over the candlestick on the table. "Severus would keep dreaming about people and things from his past memories, and when he woke up, the soft memory of this person after this event would disappear." Tonks waved his wand, and the dinner table A line appeared. "Assume this line is the timeline of Severus' life. If he had a dream tonight, it was about a memory of Sirius at point A." Tonks drew a random point on the line and wrote an A next to it." When he wakes up, the soft memories about Sirius on the timeline after point A will disappear, and those before point A will remain. As point A in each dream moves forward, The end result is that he has fewer and fewer soft memories, because every time he wakes up, his memories of you are only those long-term things that happened before that dream."

"Since it's a dream," Sirius said, staring at the line that was slowly disappearing, "wake him up in time?"

"Damn it," Remus cursed suddenly, sitting on the other side of the table.

"Five Galleons, Lupine," Snape said lazily.

"What's going on?" Sirius looked at Snape, then at his old friend.

"While Tonks was marking the book this morning, Snape suggested that we'd better tell you in person, because you're bound to miss the marking under the book," Remus said, "and I insist that you're not that careless."

Sirius hurriedly picked up the book, and looked at the bottom of the page, there was indeed a line marked - "Accompaniment behavior cannot be disturbed or stopped by external force, otherwise it will cause inestimable damage to parts other than soft memory." Sirius raised First, saw Remus handing Snape five gold coins.

"You're using me to bet?" Sirius said in surprise with a little displeasure.

"This idea came from your friend." Snape put the gold coin into his pocket, "He didn't hesitate to waste 5 Galleons to show his confidence in you." The corners of Snape's mouth curled up, "This may be the only use you have, Black .” After the last half of the sentence, Snape's eyes lit up with pleasure.

He must have thought about this sentence a long time ago, just waiting to say it. Sirius was so convinced of this that he was willing to bet ten thousand Galleons.

"Don't be too pretentious, snotty." Sirius closed the book with a snap, "You lost a memory yesterday, it was about me." He pretended to think for a second, "So, snotty, The person you dreamed about the night before—was [i]me[/i]." After he finished speaking, he stared intently at Snape's face, and gloated at the fact that the other person's face was getting uglier, as if to make himself Suffocate.

After successfully "revenging", Sirius happily pushed the book to Tonks. It has been 30 years, and he is too familiar with the likes and dislikes of this greasy guy. He knows what language can easily irritate Snape, as if the other party knows He must not read the label the same.

"Severus, until a cure is found, I suggest that Sirius live with you, Spider's End," Remus said.

There was a boom - Snape and Sirius stood up at the same time, the friction between the chair legs and the floor was so loud that Tonks spilled his oatmeal.

"Listen to me," Remus pressed his hands down, trying to relax the two of them, "according to the records in the book, people who have received this curse are repellent to lost memories, and they will disappear as soon as they are touched. Your wand is the equivalent of a meth in terms of spells, so, Severus, your memories cannot be collected by yourself, and you cannot touch them, which is the cruelty of this spell." Remus spread his hands to the potions master, "The consequence of not collecting memories for a long time is to dissipate." He picked up the glass bottle on the dining table, with thin silver threads floating inside, "It is obvious that the memories lost by Severus are not It is complete because it was not collected in time." Remus put the bottle down, "Sirius, you are directly responsible for this matter, and more importantly, we don't know when Peter will wake up, so during this period You have to pretend to be Peter and act with Snape, so collecting Severus' memories is the easiest option for you now, and Tonks and I stay here and watch Peter." He said in a concluding tone, "Sirius , I suggest you live there."

This passage seemed to make sense, Sirius opened his mouth half-opened, his fingers were arranged in strange shapes, and he tried to consider other possibilities in his mind.However, he found that every sentence of Moony was perfectly matched, and he suddenly regretted that he hadn't recommended Remus in Hogwarts' annual speech contest.

"I can choose to let go of those damned memories." Snape's voice broke the silence suddenly. Sirius turned to look at his sworn enemy.That's right, Remus' reasoning was based on the need to collect memories, and if Snape chose not to have those memories, all causality would be broken.

However, Sirius was more surprised than excited to get rid of the snot.

He understands how important memory is to a person.He himself has a bad past: the childhood rejected by his family, the 12 years in Azkaban, the life of a fugitive who was a fugitive... But he knows that even so, he is not willing to forget his past. On the contrary, he is very Pay attention to them.Even the memory of eating frozen mice in the heavy snow, Sirius thought, he didn't want to forget, after all, escaping and losing are two kinds of results.He doesn't want to lose.

However, Snape was able to make the decision to give up in such a short period of time, just to avoid being in the same room with himself. Sirius knew that Snape's hostility towards him was deep, but he didn't expect it to be this deep.

The King of Gryffindor, who was surrounded by adoring eyes and fascinated eyes in the past, was suddenly a little angry.

"Severus, do you want to lose your past forever?" Remus asked.

"I don't think those are worth dwelling on," Snape said coldly.

Sirius suddenly wanted to ask, "Is there really nothing worth remembering?" But he didn't ask in the end, and chose silence along with the others in the room.

"Severus, your first loss of memory includes the duel with Sirius." Kingsley said, the wizard who has always been known for his rationality said seriously, "This shows that the so-called perceptual memory and non-perceptual memory are not so clear. Boundary, you may forget about it, I have a friend in St. Mungo's, he has seen this type of patient, can be treated, but requires a long hospital stay." He paused, "Wait for the war After the end, you can choose to be treated at St. Mungo's, and you can import the memory after recovery," he looked at Snape, "I don't think you are an emotional person, and I believe you don't want to spend your life in a daze The rest of my life, and every time I go to bed worrying about what I'm going to forget tomorrow."

Snape slowly sat back in the chair, Kingsley was right, he wasn't an emotional person. Snape thought carefully about everything Kingsley had just said.After a long time, he raised his head with a calm face.

"So you accepted the offer?" Remus asked, giving Kingsley a sneaky thumbs-up under the table.

Snape didn't speak.

"I'm glad that your reason has made the most favorable decision for the situation." Remus smiled exaggeratedly, turning his gaze to his old friend. "Sirius?"

"I know you are more for the convenience of fighting and moving." Sirius said angrily, he did not believe that his old friend would really care about Snape.

"Sirius, memories stay in the air for a limited time, you have to collect them in time," Remus said.

"Is there anything else?" Snape said dryly, as if he didn't want another word of comment on the subject.

"There's nothing else to do right now." Facing the smell of sex all over the room, Remus chose to shut up at the right time.

"You have to go to school with me." Snape took the Polyjuice Potion from the cupboard and handed it to Sirius, still expressionless.

"Me? Now?" Sirius pointed to his nose.His expression made Remus feel that whoever dared to tell Sirius another bad news at this time would die at the hands of his old friend.

"If there was a second option, I wouldn't do it either," Snape said coldly.

"Cough." Tonks coughed slightly, holding up the bottle containing Snape's memories. "You'll be staying in the Headmaster's office anyway, and using the Pensieve won't have direct contact with the memory," she shoved the bottle into Sirius' hand. "You can ask Severus to try looking at his own memory."

Sirius hadn't been back to Hogwarts since riding a gamekeeper's griffin out of the Screaming Shack in 1993, and the headmaster's office was the place he had been away for nearly 20 years. It's not the same anymore.

When passing the Quidditch pitch, Sirius caught a glimpse of the overgrown weeds inside, and it could be seen that there hadn't been a game here for a long time. He looked up at a small piece of sky above, and seemed to hear him and James riding on a broom. laughing out loud. Peter Pettigrew's neck was short, and Sirius felt his back ache after just looking at it for a while. He looked back and saw the deserted gate of the castle.

The south wall that used to be overgrown with creepers is now just a bare stone wall—perhaps because of the dementors, the vegetation in the entire campus has become less.After noticing this, Sirius hurriedly looked back towards the lake: the oak tree was still there. Sirius breathed a sigh of relief, but then noticed that the oak tree had almost lost all its leaves.He still remembered that after every exam, the group of four would always be under this oak tree, denouncing the exam questions while waiting for the snot-nosed to show up and then taunting him.

Snotling? Sirius turned his head back quickly, and his eyes fell on Severus Snape. Just now, in his mind, the thin and small Slytherin disappeared. For some reason, he found that the back of the person he bullied and abused in the past was actually a little desolate.

The hallway was deserted, and the students seemed to be in class, or being punished - Sirius couldn't be sure.He saw the report cards plastered on the wall, but Peter Pettigrew was so short that Sirius couldn't see the specific content on them. He remembered that when he was in school, every time the report card was announced, he would hug Wormtail so that Peter read the handwriting on the report card.

He lowered his head to look at his short limbs, and even had a little nostalgia for Peter Pettigrew in his student days.

"A lot of things have changed," Sirius said after entering the principal's office.Turning around, he saw Dumbledore looking at him quietly in the portrait.

"Albus, I'm Sirius." After seeing the old man—even the portrait—Sirius' mood improved obviously.

"Oh?" Dumbledore smiled, his eyes narrowed into two slits behind the half-moon lenses.

Snape ignored the moving image of the two Gryffindors reunited, waved his wand, and the Pensieve slowly slid onto the table.

"Uh... Snape was hit by black magic, and he's now in a sensual amnesia with dreamlike actions." Sirius explained to Dumbledore's portrait, ignoring the caster of the black magic, and stepped forward to replace Snape Import memories into Pensieve.

"Sirius, you can be forgiven for making mistakes without knowing it," said Dumbledore after Snape had plunged his head into the Pensieve. Sirius nodded ruefully, he didn't want to ask how the former headmaster guessed the truth, Dumbledore knew all about the "accident" between him and Snape.

After a moment, Snape looked up from the Pensieve, looking at Sirius with eyes like two sharp knives.

"Can't see anything?" Sirius asked, and soon he realized that he was unnecessary, Snape's expression said it all. "Why don't you ask Sirius to try it out," Dumbledore said. "Excludes cases where the memory itself is unreadable."

Snape's body stiffened suddenly upon hearing these words. "I'd rather let the troll try it out," he said.

This gesture of Snape is something Sirius is all too familiar with, although in Peter Pettigrew's form, Sirius is still reflexively interested in what Snape is trying to protect in such a gesture, such as Eileen Prince - a letter from Snape's mother, Most Sirius have read it.

Besides, Sirius thought, this memory was related to himself.

So, before Snape could protect the Pensieve, he took a step forward and plunged headfirst into the crystal clear liquid.

The author has something to say:

The environment before the war began was bleak and terrifying.Hehe~ The description of the previous situation about the setting is finally over to Part3. The reason why I use such a long space to write the setting is because this time the setting is compared with the previous three parts (one-time amnesia, love potion, larva time travel) ==) is more complicated. I struggled with writing this setting for a long time, and finally asked Tonks to draw a line.I just want to let everyone understand that the passage of memory is flashback, and the last memory is forgotten first. Every time after dreaming, the memory after that dream will be lost, and only the previous memory will be kept.At the same time, I am very afraid of giving readers the feeling that the author is making a match (it is you who is making the match). I hope why Snape and Black live together, why Snape will go back with Black in the first place, these seem to be logical, Because if there is a second possibility, these two people who hate each other will not let this happen.

And the reason why I said that the accompanying action is sleep and now it is a dream is because I wanted to write about dreams at first, but I felt that after waking up, everyone would think that it was more logical to sleep, right?So I arranged a twists and turns. In this section, I found out that it was a dream~ and I like writing about dreams the most (hey

Regarding whether Snape would forget missions and magic, the answer was of course no - he would only forget those emotional and soft memories, which had nothing to do with spells, missions and reason, so missions would not be forgotten.

I like writing rivalry the most, hahaha~ It is enjoyable to write a rivalry between two people who are familiar with each other, hate each other and are obsessed with each other.