[HP][SBSS]Somewhere In Times

It was close to midnight when Sirius returned to Spider's End. This remote alley seemed to have a lower temperature than other places, and whenever he breathed, he could see the white air coming out of his mouth. Sirius opened the door softly, turned around softly, and closed the door softly again.

"I thought you'd be drunk in Grimmauld Place," said a voice behind him. Sirius turned around quickly, "Hey! I thought you were asleep." He waved his wand and lit the candles in the room. "Why are you sitting in a dark room? Are the rumors in Spider's End alley true? Snotty, are you really a vampire?"

"Interesting idea," said Snape, protruding bony hands from sleeves. Sirius saw a pile of parchment on the table, which looked like homework written by students.

"I never understood," Sirius walked into the room, piled all the presents on the bed, took out the Quidditch poster book, looked at it, and carefully placed it on the side cabinet, then walked out of the room and put the The coat hangs on the hanger. "You are no longer the teacher of any class, why do you have to correct the homework yourself?"

"Because then I can personally administer the punishment or the detention," Snape said. Sirius noticed that Slytherin put the assignments he had read into three separate bags labeled "Passed", "Failed" and "Restricted". Sirius didn't understand this very much, seeing that the war was about to start, yet Snape still had the mood and time to judge homework.He went around behind the desk and picked up the stack with "Confinement" written on it. The first few sheets were all due to too many mistakes, and the last few sheets, Sirius saw, some desperate students were at the end of the homework paper. Underneath, in small print, words of "disrespect" to Slytherin or the Carrow brothers and sisters.

He suddenly understood a little bit why Snape insisted on carrying out the punishment himself or in detention.

"How terrible is the corporal punishment of the Carrow brothers and sisters?" Sirius put the parchment back on the table. "I heard that many students almost died because of it."

"Mind your own business, Black. Also," Snape stood up and cleared the table, "don't try to doubt my motives for grading the homework myself - it's just for detention. And, don't fantasize about me Be a kind-hearted or respectable person," his hand accidentally touched the inside of his left arm, and then moved away immediately. The imprint flickered in his mind for a moment and then disappeared, but once many things happened, he could never do it again. Looking back, "I'm not such a person, and I won't be anymore." After saying these words, he turned and went upstairs.

Sirius suddenly felt that there were too many things and emotions hidden and burdened in Snape's heart that he didn't know.He felt that the figure slowly disappearing at the end of the stairs was a bit desolate.

Whether it was something Snape said tonight, or the Seeker in the Quidditch poster booklet flying happily under his pillow right now, Sirius Black couldn't sleep, something like this happened after he escaped Azkaban Two years later, it gradually became less frequent, and it rarely happened recently.He got up, turned on the light, put on his clothes, went to the living room, and sat at the empty table.There is only one window in the whole living room, and Sirius can see the night sky and residents' houses outside through the blurred glass.After a while, he turned his eyes back to the room, and found that the things that had been piled up in the corner of the living room since he lived in Spider's End Alley disappeared. Sirius walked around the table and walked closer, opened a few cabinets, only to find that Those things are all in the cabinet, neatly arranged.

It seemed that when he went to the birthday party tonight, Snape carefully packed these things.

Sirius turned his face to the side and listened, but there was no movement, the person upstairs should be fast asleep.Peeking at Snape's stuff was easy for Sirius, and he had many years of experience, so he was already familiar with it. Sirius first picked up the top box, and when he opened it, he found that it was some finger-sized dolls carved out of wood. The workmanship was very rough, and it didn't look like they were bought. Sirius guessed that these were made by Snape's mother, and he secretly thought Feel a little jealous.

The box below contained some old everyday items, all of Muggle origin, and after years of contact with Mr. Weasley, Sirius could identify a few items: a lighter, a cigarette holder, a bundle of wires, and a syringe.And the remaining Sirius couldn't figure out their purpose.These looked like they were used by Snape's parents when they were alive. Sirius wondered about Snape's purpose in hiding these things: maybe for him, no matter how terrible or beautiful the memory was, he didn't want to see it again now. Sirius was convinced that his guess was correct, because he thought of the unopened closet in storage room 12, Grimmauld Place.

Sirius found another box, the surface was smooth silver, and it was the best-looking one among all the boxes. Sirius opened it while guessing what was inside, and the first thing he saw was the graduation photo. Sirius picked up the photo, and it was the same as his own, with the same dazzling sun, the same sparkling lake water, the same Sirius Black smiling heartlessly, and the same expressionless Severus Snape. He turned the photo over and saw Snape slender Long note: Such a day.

He didn't know what such a day represented in Snape's mind, Sirius put the photo down and looked at the other items in the box: an OWL report card and a NEWT report card, most of the subjects were "O", The rest were "E", and the seventh grade timetable, and a letter from Snape's mother.

Sirius carefully put these things back into the silver box, and carefully closed the lid.His heartbeat had gradually accelerated, and he had peeked at Snape's things many times when he was young, but he had never felt the way he did now.Years passed, and the male-haired man who would glare at him even in his dreams was gradually becoming clear in his mind, and then slowly became three-dimensional, becoming a flesh-and-blood person.He knew Snape's attitude toward the past; he knew what it meant for Snape to keep these things alone in the best box; he knew Snape cherished the past, as much as he did.

Yet he is gradually losing his past.

There was only one last box left, already covered with rust, pressed at the bottom, and Sirius found his hands trembling when he opened it: inside was a woolen coat, Muggle style, which Sirius guessed belonged to Snape's father , because his nose was so sensitive that it smelled the faint smell of sweat and residual alcohol on the clothes.The coat was scrunched up, and Sirius unfolded it—

A cross and a pocket watch are wrapped in a pure black lining.

"My father was a Christian."

Sirius stood up in a jerk, and Severus Snape had stood behind him at some point, his face paler than usual: "I was standing at the end of the alley that day, and a man came to me and said, 'Snape, your father is going to die.' I asked him why, he said he didn’t know, he was dying. I asked where, he said, in the alley. I ran to the alley, they said they had already carried him away, and only gave me his coat, Inside are the only two things he has on him." Snape looked at Sirius firmly: "Are you satisfied, Black?"

Sirius stared dumbfounded at Snape, a man who would never tell anyone about his past, especially Sirius Black, who would surely embellish Snape's story and tell the world. Sirius tried hard to see Snape's expression clearly. He remembered the words about kindness and dignity that the man in front of him said before going to bed, recalled the memory he was losing, and looked at the old things spread out on the floor, he seemed to understand Snape The reason for the anomaly tonight.

"Snape, I..." Sirius panicked.

"It's your habit to peek at other people's privacy," Snape strode forward, knelt down and picked up the coat, rolled it up, and stuffed it into the box. "I thought most people wouldn't apologize for their habits, especially you."

"I'm not in the habit of doing that," Sirius said, earnestly, even though the person he was speaking to didn't look at him.But he was telling the truth, Sirius Black wasn't interested in other people's privacy when it wasn't Snape.

"Then these things jumped out of the closet by themselves and slipped into your bed?" Snape looked up, and Sirius saw that there was an unspeakable emotion on his face besides extreme anger. "Please leave."

The normally calm Slytherin tried to put the syringe in the box, but failed to lift it after three tries.

In the face of Voldemort's questioning, Snape never showed this state before him.

Sirius was stirred by a strong and inexplicable emotion in his heart, he hurriedly reached out to pick up the syringe, and put it into the box, but received strong protests. "Don't touch my stuff!" Snape said, giving Sirius a hard look.

"But I've touched it just now." Sirius explained the facts, and Snape couldn't answer for a while, so Sirius took the opportunity to pick up all the things on the ground and put them away one by one. "As I said, I don't need your help!" Snape said, trying to snatch a book from Sirius's hand, but it took several attempts and no success.

"Save your energy, Snape." Sirius said, clutching the book, "I'm going to put this book in the box!"

"Scumbag," Snape said through gritted teeth, "don't make me teach you a lesson."

"Ha!" Sirius made an exaggerated voice, "Ha! Hahahaha!" Then he turned to laughing again, "Lesson? Snot-nosed man? Did I hear you right? You want to teach me? SeverusSnape, after 40 years of suffering After practicing hard, you finally learned how to teach others?"

"Enough." Snape stood up abruptly, and drew out his wand. "Disappear immediately from my sight."

Sirius Black didn't seem worried about Snape's threat. He slowly picked up the last thing on the ground and put it into the box, then put the box firmly into the cabinet, closed the cabinet door with a snap, and stood up, standing halfway higher than Snape head. "Snape." There were only a few candles lit in the living room, and the dim and flickering candlelight shone on the handsome face of the nobleman. He was only wearing pajamas, and his chest showed strong muscles. Sirius Black stepped forward and grabbed the Snape gripped his wand hand tightly.

The black pupils seemed to twitch - there was a momentary surprise on Snape's face, Sirius' hand shook, his heart was also filled with surprise, he didn't know what he was doing, Sirius collected himself, and then forced He pressed Snape's hand down so that the sparking wand was no longer aimed at his nose.

"I think I understand you," Sirius said, "but I don't know how to apologize." His face was so sharp that Snape couldn't see any mischief. "I ran away from home when I was 16, and my parents burned my head on that gorgeous, ugly tapestry. Damn, that's the best picture I think I have," Sirius said. There was a smile in his eyes, but he sighed immediately, "After that, I basically never went back to that house, except for sneaking back a few times, and then James died, and I also entered Azkaban." Sirius Looking into Snape's eyes, "Someone told you that your father was going to die. And during those ten years in Azkaban, I was isolated from the world, the world before and after the prison break changed too much for me, I don't even know when my parents died. I just know they died on one of those days I was in prison."

Snape didn't speak.

"I don't know if I made it clear, I really understand you, and I'm really sorry." Sirius said sincerely.

Snape let out a cold snort, broke free from Sirius' hand, raised his wand and extinguished the candles in the living room, turned and walked towards the stairs.

The next second, he felt his arm being tightly gripped by that Gryffindor.

None of them spoke in the dark, only their stiff figures and slight breathing were heard in the whole room.

"Snape?" Sirius asked tentatively after a while.

This sound was like a stone thrown into a pool of water, Sirius felt it flew in the air for a long time, so long that his palms were already slightly sweating.

"Yeah." The stone fell into the lake with a slight sound, without sarcasm or cursing, Snape responded softly, and he seemed to have calmed down.

"I'm sorry." Sirius finally said these three words.

"Hmm." Snape said, his voice still low.Then, he broke away from Sirius' hand and went upstairs alone.

When the door slammed upstairs, Sirius was still standing there, his hands still in the same position as before, and he heard the sound of blood surging in his eardrum.

He knew that it was impossible for him to fall asleep again this night.

Snape fell into a deep sleep as soon as he lay on the bed.

"Sir, buy a newspaper." A childish voice came, and the summer wind blew up, shaking the leaves. Severus Snape was walking on the sidewalk next to the garden in Grimmauld Place, and a boy in a black and gray checked shirt stood in front of him, holding a newspaper high in his hand. Snape tried to make a detour, but the kid refused to let go, as if because there were no other pedestrians on the street, he kept following Snape. "Sir, buy a newspaper! The Prime Minister has issued a new law!" he shouted, his voice becoming hoarse. "Sir!" he shouted, seeing Snape's lack of response, he changed his approach. "My mother is dying," he said suddenly.

Snape stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at the little boy, his dark eyes were full of sadness, Snape shook his head, impatiently took out the coins and exchanged for a newspaper, the boy happily ran away, Snape Picked up the newspaper and glanced at it: the Muggle Prime Minister has issued new decrees to increase the armed forces, because many "dangerous elements" have escaped from prison.

It was a night in July 1995.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Sirius Black, sitting at the end of the long table, and the other party stood up suddenly when he saw him.I haven't seen him for many years, and his appearance hasn't changed much, especially the stern look on his face, Snape thought, walking to the long table and sitting on the chair farthest from Black - the other side of the long table one head.The table was very long, and there was a flowering plant in the middle. The material of the table was very good, and it carried the aristocratic air of the Black family, all of which made this scene funny. Severus Snape and Sirius Black stared at each other across the long table. Looking at each other, like two incompatible camps in the final negotiation.

"Well, that, Severus." Arthur tried to break the deadlock, "I wanted to send someone to pick you up, after all, the location of this house is hard to find, but we were too busy just now, so we couldn't meet you for a while, no I thought you found it so smoothly with our instructions."

"I'm coming for doggy," Snape said.

"Very well, Snape, you still have that detestable face." Sirius said, crossing his arms across his chest, "I'm so glad to have someone to vent their anger on in the future."

"We gathered here today," Remus changed the subject, "mainly because the Order of the Phoenix has a new stronghold since then—12 Grimmauld Place." Remus said, "This house was donated by Sirius, and at the same time He's also the Keeper of the Order of the Phoenix."

Sirius smiled at everyone, and finally, looked at Snape icily.

"Due to the uncertain situation in recent years, the Order of the Phoenix found such a stable place today after many twists and turns, so next I will read the list of existing members and their current situation, as well as the charter formulated by Albus himself." Remus pretended Say lightly, "Then we had dinner together to remember the wonderful location we have."

Even though the dinner was simple, everyone's spirits were high, and 12 Grimmauld Place had an insular charm that made its people forget about war and death for a while.

While eating meat, Sirius Black told anecdotes about himself after he escaped from prison. He had been to many places, some of which Snape had never even heard of.He listened to Black as he sipped his soup with his head down. The stupid Gryffindor's every word was filled with emotion, but the words stopped abruptly, and Snape looked up to find Sirius staring at him.

"Snape, I noticed that you look a bit like the beggar I met." Sirius said, his gaze penetrated into Snape's eyes, and then swept across the bridge of his nose, cheeks, lips, chin...

Snape stood up with a "wow", gripping the wand in the sleeve of his robe tightly. Sirius had never looked at him like this before, and it made him feel extremely uncomfortable. "You're a bastard, Black."

Sirius stood up immediately, leaned forward, and gripped his wand at the same time. He felt refreshed and comfortable for a moment - he was finally at war with Snape again, maybe this was the way he was familiar with him and Snape .

"Sirius!" Remus called.

"Leave me alone, Moony, I have to teach Snotluck a lesson today," Sirius said.

"Didn't think you'd changed at all, Black," Snape said, putting the chair back in place. "Still boring." He turned and walked towards the door.

Then he felt Sirius Black grab his arm tightly behind him.He turned his head suddenly, and saw that face that was so familiar was staring at him. "I haven't taught you a lesson yet," Sirius grinned, and Snape didn't know if it was his own delusion, but he actually found a smug smile on the other's face. "You think you can just leave my house?"

A moment of astonishment, followed by curses, glaring, and cursing... The noise and Black's face became blurred, and then it seemed to sink into the bottom of the water, gradually disappearing.

Snape awoke from the dream.

He felt himself in a trance for a moment, and then realized that he was lying on his bed at home, covered with his own quilt, holding his own wand, and yet he felt dizzy in his head, as if he had been asleep for years.

Then he heard a knock at the door—

The door opened, and a head poked in. "Snape, I, uh, prepared a light breakfast…"

It's Sirius Black.

"Get out!" Snape yelled subconsciously, he felt that he might have missed something, he didn't know why Sirius Black showed up at his home, and prepared the so-called breakfast for himself, maybe he should test whether the food was poisonous .

"Snape?" Sirius had already entered the room, "Are you still thinking about last night..." His voice suddenly trailed off, his eyes fixed on Snape's bedside.

Snape's eyes followed Sirius' movement, and after a while, he saw it too, just less than half a meter from the head of the bed, floating several strands of intertwined silver threads.

The author has something to say:

So, the professor ushered in his second memory lapse: following the first triggering story after the last duel, he once again forgot all the emotional memories that happened after the dream memory.The dream memory was from the summer of 1995, so he only remembered things before this memory, how Black came to live in his house, and what happened to it all, he didn't remember.

Well, because Black's feelings have reached a high point, the professor should clear it up (what logic

In fact, I wrote the first half of this paragraph: the professor packed up the old things, his emotions were ups and downs, and he thought that his memory was passing away. He felt that he would never be able to afford the past he longed for, and his mood was abnormal.And when Black was rummaging through Snape's old things...but after being suppressed, they ushered in a turning point in their relationship, and they were still very dark.

Black grabbed the professor's arm and touched him, reminding him of Black grabbing him like that at 12 Grimmauld Place.The first duel was similar.