[HP][SBSS]Somewhere In Times

"Sir, your order is a little too much."

Muggle restaurants have always paid attention to decoration, and the waiters also wear uniform and decent clothes—this is a great temptation for Sirius Black, who is used to the dim lights and simple decoration of the Pig's Head Bar. People's appetite is greatly increased.

"Not much, not much." Sirius grinned, "Make it quickly." After entering the Muggle living quarters, the Polyjuice Potion gradually lost its effect. Although the probability of encountering a wizard here is extremely low, Snape thought that It is still dangerous to show people with Sirius Black's face, but Sirius refused on the grounds that "you can eat more with your own stomach".

"Are there only two dining?" The kind waiter glanced at the dishes recorded in his hand and asked again.

"If you count by human appetite, it may be more than that."

The waiter turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with a gloomy face. He hadn't said a word since he entered the restaurant. His deep black eyes were partly covered by greasy black hair, and only the dark eye sockets could be seen. Eyes with a ray of light. "He used to snatch food from others to satisfy his own appetite." Severus Snape finished his sentence with a deadpan expression.

The light in the restaurant was soft and warm, but the young waiter clearly felt a hint of sex. He sorted out the menu and left in a hurry.

"You're too stingy, Snape." Sirius took the double-sided mirror out of his breast pocket and took a careful look at it. After confirming that only the messy daily necessities in his godson's bag could be seen in the mirror, he put it back. "When I was in school, I couldn't get enough to eat every day."

Snape's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he swallowed the words, and his expression returned to his usual indifference. Sirius' heart sank, he knew what Snape was trying to say - in those seven years, his food would usually be taken away by him, and now he was the one complaining about not having enough.

The arrival of beef soup broke the silence, and Sirius' mood was instantly cleared. "This one's yours." Determined to make amends with the meal, he pushed the soup towards Snape, grabbed the spoon, and gulped it down.

"As a member of the Black family, the sound of drinking soup is really refreshing." Snape scooped a spoonful into his mouth, and although his brows never moved, he admitted in his heart that the taste was indeed good.

"You talk exactly like my mother, Snape." Sirius put a sip of soup into his mouth. "Every sentence starts with 'being a member of the Black family', and I've been listening to it for six years."

"It's very strange," said Snape, "my mother never dared to bring up the fact that I'm a Snape at home."

"Oh." Sirius was a little frustrated, he found that no matter what terrible past he brought up, Snape could bring up the same human tragedy. "At least one person in your family really loves you, I mean, your mother." Sirius took another sip of his soup, this time without making a sound.

"That doesn't even provide me with security or dignity," said Snape, who had spent his life building walls, putting bricks around every passing day, shutting out the unpleasant memories of the past.However, whether it's because of Black's past pranks, taunts, or name-calling, or even just ordinary conversation like this one, the wall is going to crumble, even crumble.

"Maybe we can change our childhood, Snape, where you can have safety and dignity, and I can experience what it's like to have someone who can give me love." Sirius' hair covered his face, and Snape couldn't see his expression clearly. "When I was very young, my mother smiled at me once, and I carved a mark on the wall in the corner of the room to commemorate it. I did this for two years, and then I gave up." Sirius stared at the empty plate, "Guess what? How many lines did you engrave in the end?" He had a sullen face, he was used to gaining the upper hand in front of Snape, and this time he actually wanted to compare whose childhood was more pathetic, he didn't expect that these past events that he thought he didn't care about would make him feel this way frustrated.

Moreover, he hadn't used his experience in Azkaban as a trump card yet, even though he knew that Snape's life in the same period was not easy.

The dishes have been served, but at the moment both of them are motionless. Snape didn't guess the answer about the number of notches on Sirius' wall, and Sirius didn't look like he wanted to.

The black pepper sauce on the steak exudes a rich aroma, and the bacon next to the onion is even more tempting.In the dining room, the candlelight flickered, and there was light laughter from the table next to it from time to time—it was a little red-haired girl with light freckles and dimples on her face.Everything looks very beautiful.

Sirius raised his hand and ordered a drink.

"Very well, you're finally going to waste this table of food." Snape said, frowning, still sitting upright.

Sirius smiled. Under the dim light, for the first time for him, Severus Snape was not an enemy. Sirius himself was not sure what he was, but he was sure that Snape was definitely not his friend.He's a nasty snot. Sirius reminded himself, but got up and walked towards him. "May I ask if you've never been in a restaurant or have you never sat in a chair with a back?"

Looking at Sirius walking towards him, Snape instinctively dodged back, but then realized that the person opposite him was no longer the kid who would make him embarrass himself in public and take pleasure in it.

Sirius' hands fell on his shoulders.

"Your sitting position makes me feel very oppressed. It's really hard to relax when you sit across from someone like this." Sirius pushed Snape's body back hard, and the latter responded with a scowling look and blank eyes. However, Snape is always physically strong It couldn't beat Sirius either, they both knew that - Snape's back was pressed against the back of the chair.

"I bet you've never leaned on a soft chair like this before," Sirius recalled, confirming that the chairs in Great Hall and Spinner's End had no backs, while the chairs in Snape's cellar had wooden backs, and Sirius's In my impression, his sitting posture has always been so upright. "Does it feel good?"

Snape didn't say anything in denial, he looked at Sirius' hand on his shoulder, and then at the owner of the hand - because of the posture, their faces were very close, although it wouldn't cause embarrassment, but Snape Thought that was ridiculously close.He stared at Sirius, looking strangely ugly, and began to regret that he hadn't insisted that Sirius continue taking the Polyjuice Potion an hour ago, that he would have rather faced Pettigrew.

"The fleas on you are coming to me, Black." Snape wanted to win the game with a vicious sarcasm, but as soon as the words came out, he realized that there seemed to be something reminiscent of the words. meaning, which made him feel a little ashamed, but the emotion only lasted a second, and then turned to anger: he pursed his lips, his face tensed.

"Hi! Snape, you have dimples!" Sirius Black didn't seem to notice the other person's emotional changes and tense face at all, only noticed the two shallow dimples left on Snape's face due to muscle relaxation.The dark-haired man intensified his stare, as if it were a deadly weapon.Sirius, however, was unaware - his face was full of surprise, his eyes fixed on the sides of Snape's lips.

It never occurred to Sirius that a man as unsympathetic as Snape should have dimples, which seemed to him a huge waste.Watching and watching, his eyes gradually shifted from the dimple to the whole of Snape's face.

Sirius Black had never seen Snape's face this close either, maybe once in a dream, but that was a long time ago when they were both at Hogwarts.That night he dreamed that Snape was walking towards him, not holding a wand, and there was no disgust or hatred on his face, his face was calm, even a little sentimental, as if he had taken everything lightly.There are birds chirping all around, the species Sirius is familiar with, and an unknown halo, the warm wind blows, and the green grass floats.So for many years, he has always believed that the scene of the dream was under the oak tree by the school lake.The Snape in the dream walked towards him, then stood still, so close to him.Before he could spit in his face, however, Snape had disappeared.

At this time, he looked at the face in front of him again, it was different from the dream, the Snape in the dream was greasy, pale, and thin, far from all the beautiful words, however, just two hours ago, he was in the graduation photo Spotted Snape's eyelashes, and now, his dimple.

Sirius suddenly realized the close distance between the two of them, straightened up suddenly, and then, contrary to Snape's expectations, Sirius did not look embarrassed, but smiled heartily.

"To the demise of my mother, your father, Azkaban and Voldemort," Sirius raised his glass, looking cheerful, "Cheers."

Snape had no dealings with drunks, and as a Slytherin he considered those he associates with to be calm and reserved.But now he was about to deal with a situation like this for the first time - facing a drunken man who was laughing and singing, and what was more uncomfortable, it was Sirius Black.

For example, now, Sirius was humming a piece of music that Snape thought was completely noise, maybe it was a new work by the Spicy Sisters, Snape couldn't be sure, he never paid attention to these things, but Sirius was enjoying himself.What was even more infuriating was that he couldn't even walk steadily, which made Snape hold him up with the thought of killing him.

"I'm so happy tonight." At the end of the song, Sirius said with a smile, although he couldn't find the slightest sympathy on his companion's face, but this didn't affect Sirius' emotions, and he still seemed to be unsatisfied. "James should really be called, he likes this kind of occasion best."

Snape's heart skipped a beat.

He turned his face to look at the man he was supporting, and he couldn't find a trace of sadness on that handsome face, as if his best partner was still by his side. Snape had to admit that he had a tinge of admiration for Black, and a tinge of... envy - his inner vigor and vitality were innate, and he could entertain himself without others, although at this time, in Muggles Under the dim street lights, only the two of them walked side by side on the road, and every sound of leather shoes could be clearly heard. This optimistic Gryffindor cheerfully mentioned his deceased friend, and his figure seemed a little thin.

After walking two blocks, Snape's arms gradually went numb, and he felt that he could no longer bear the weight of Sirius' body, and in his current state of drunkenness, after turning back into Pettigrew's appearance, if he met a wizard, he would not only look strange, It is also easy to reveal stuffing.

"Any rooms available?" Snape asked 10 minutes later, standing in the reception hall of the Muggle hotel, with Sirius Black tottering beside him.

"Sorry, it's really late today, but there is a vacant room, but it can only accommodate one person." The receptionist looked at the two people in front of him, and felt that their attire was strange from the bottom of his heart.

As long as Sirius Black is involved, bad luck will surely follow: first, he went to a Muggle restaurant for no reason, then he was found to have dimples for no reason, and now he has to spend a night in a single room with this person. Snape gritted his teeth and thought angrily, and as soon as he let go, Sirius lost his balance and fell to the ground, wailing in pain.

"Just that one," Snape said, feeling a little happier inside than before.

The space in the single room is limited, Sirius fell asleep after lying on the bed, Snape looked around, then sat down on a chair by the wall, got up after thinking about it, walked over to Sirius, and sat quietly with him for one night , it is better to monitor the double-sided mirror. Snape reached into Sirius's jacket pocket, and the Slytherin, who had never done anything like this before, was a little nervous.The pocket rose and fell with Sirius' breathing, and it took Snape a moment to slip his hand cautiously into it, before pulling out its contents.

In addition to the two-way mirror, Sirius also had a photo and a note in his pocket. Snape sat back in his chair and lit his wand.The note had only Sirius scribbled on it, what appeared to be a memo: Birthday next week, go to Diagon Alley and buy the latest Frazza Eagles poster booklet.

Snape wasn't interested in Quidditch, but he knew how much the snoring man in bed was. He'd seen Sirius Black swearing at him countless times for losing bets; He was bound to be excited and busy when Quidditch started, and Snape's life would be easier at this time - Sirius seldom had the time to trouble him specifically. The only thing Snape didn't expect was that after more than 20 years, this idiot would still be naive enough to want a Quidditch team poster book for his birthday, just like the one he saw standing on tiptoe in Diagon Alley more than 20 years ago. Just like Sirius Black whose feet were lying in front of the window of the Quidditch specialty store and refused to leave.

Snape put the note on the table next to him, and turned to pick up the photo Sirius had tucked into his shirt: it was the graduation photo, the one Sirius had brought out tonight. Snape brought his wand closer, and the white light illuminated the faces in the photograph: happy, excited, disappointed, peaceful. Snape remembered the day when McGonagall was trying his best to maintain order among the chattering crowd of excited students, while Dumbledore just sat there lolling and waiting for everyone to line up.The sun was shining brightly, as if to brighten up their last day at school.But nothing special happened that day, everything was the same as usual, so much the same that Snape almost forgot that this was parting.

Except Sirius suddenly stopped himself in the crowd.

Then without a word, without any offense, he returned all the things that he had looted from him in the past seven years to their original owners. James Potter led a group of Gryffindor to jeer, while Sirius emphasized loudly that he only did it because there was no room for snot-sticky objects in the house.However, the booing did not stop because of this, but intensified.Eventually, Sirius rushed forward and ended the drama with a fist.

It was a small matter, but for the first time he and Sirius Black were on the same side.

Snape turned the photo over and saw Sirius' note on the back. "July 1977, 7, Hogwarts."

He didn't have the habit of recalling the past, in his opinion, most of the past events were not worth recalling, and there were some that Snape didn't want to recall.He prefers to see the present, and then turn his state of mind into a peaceful lake.But memories are like a pebble, only hitting a point on the water surface, but even the whole lake is shimmering - when one thinks of one thing, all the memories related to it will enter the mind one by one.

He knew that he was forgetting, and with the dream, maybe it wouldn't be long before he would forget Sirius Black's stupid and shameless appearance when he was young.

Snape looked in the two-way mirror, there was nothing in there except daily necessities, he got up after packing up and walked towards Sirius, carefully putting the things back into Sirius' pocket.

When his hand was about to be pulled out of Sirius' pocket, the drunk man with his back turned suddenly turned over and grabbed his hand.

Before Snape could realize what was happening, Sirius snored evenly again.

Good, now he's figuring out how to get his hand out without waking the bastard up. Snape frowned, but he felt a surge of energy emanating from Sirius' palm, and then pouring into his body from his fingers, continuously.

He sat down on the edge of the bed slowly, looked at Sirius, the moonlight covered his face, and Snape was surprised to find that there were blurred tears on that face.The hand that Sirius held in his palm trembled - after talking about childhood at the dinner table tonight, at this moment, Snape could feel the great loneliness deep inside the giggling Gryffindor.

He was silent for a moment, then wiped away Sirius' tears with a flick of his wand.

The action felt familiar to Snape for a moment, but he couldn't remember much more.About the cold wind and fire on the night when the former headmaster died, the starry sky and silence on the south side of the castle, the blood and tears of Sirius Black, he had already accompanied that dream and forgotten all about it.

Sirius' hand was warm, and Snape looked at the sleeping Animagus without trying to pull it away.

The author has something to say:

Sirius and Severus fell in love partly because of their similar experiences and similar loneliness.And they're not just looking for companionship, because similar hearts attract each other, but Snape's shield is indifference and meanness, and Sirius' shield is laughter.

So this update pays more attention to psychology?After all, no one would fall in love without psychological changes, Sirius discovered Snape's shining point, and Snape also discovered Sirius's.

Physical contact is the first step of falling in love, wiping tears is the first step of being tempted, oh yes.

A drunken Sirius held Snape's hand, and their story began.