Lucius Septimius Severus was a Roman Emperor.   Check out this site:  http://www.roman-emperors.org/sepsev.htm

Interesting …!

The Fifth Marauder

By Alarun

Part 10

As Sirius Black rounded the corner for the dungeons, he stopped. 

He and Remus had been in Muggle London before they arrived at Hogwarts; because of that, Sirius had a leather wallet.  Pulling it out of his back pocket, he opened it and looked at the small muggle pictures he had acquired from Remus.  One of them was a portrait of James, Lily, and Harry.  The three of them were smiling and frozen in a wave at the photographer. 

He thought back to the night they were killed.  When he had discovered that Pettigrew had betrayed the Marauders, sold the Potters' names to the Dark Lord.  His first days at Azkaban; the trial that never happened.  He was forgotten.  Nobody had even tried to prove him innocent.  What did Snape do during all of this?  Couldn't he have tried to get him out of prison?  Weren't they brothers?

Somebody that dedicated his entire life to fighting for vengeance against the murder of his parents hadn't even attempted to get his own brother out of Azkaban?

*          *          *

"What do you mean, stop searching for the Adulescentia potion?  We need that to get the professors back to normal again!"  Hermione Granger looked aghast as Sirius Black attempted to recover from his younger protégé's scathing reaction.

"I mean, that it obviously isn't this so-called Adulescentia potion.  The man ---kid ---potions brat! --- is obviously lying.  That greasy git is just pulling our strings.  He always used to do it in school ---pulling pranks was our forte.  It was what we did. 

"Obviously, Hermione.  Obviously Snape figured out that Lupin and I were around and wanted to get back at us for the salamander-tail incident from the end of Seventh year …"

"Sirius!  Look at yourself!  You're the one who is ---"

"The kid ---guy! ---continues to insist that he and I are brothers.  Twins, on top of that!  Do you see a resemblance between us, Ron?  Hermione?  What about you, Harry?"

Harry Potter wasn't looking at them, and didn't acknowledge their presence from his position over the pensieve.

"But, the phantom pains of the Dark Mark …"

"I was in Azkaban!  He would have gone insane from the phantom pains in that ---"

"You didn't," Ron muttered.

"It would be a good excuse for his less than sunny disposition, I suppose."  Hermione added thoughtfully.

"His mind would have snapped.  You can't pretend to be somebody you're not for fifteen years!  You can't survive on vengeance alone ---"

"You did," Ron muttered again.

" ---Why would he dedicate the rest of his life to spying on the Dark?  The death of his parents wouldn't drag somebody to that extent.  It's all a story ---"

"Sirius."  Harry Potter, his face so pale and drawn that it looked translucent, looked up from the small pewter pensieve for the first time in three hours.  "I would do that same as he did.  Mom…" The Boy Who Lived trailed off into a deafening silence.

Padfoot paled slightly, "I'm sorry, Harry, Hermione, Ron.  I'm upset and …well, confused …He …well…I …I was forgotten in Azkaban for so long, I thought that maybe since ---"  Harry jerked his head to cut his godfather off. 

Harry continued, smoldering fury burning green embers in his eyes.  "I would do just as he did, Sirius Black.  Just as he did…" He trailed off again, Lily's green eyes finding his glasses set on the top of Professor Snape's desk.  He walked around and sat in the comfortably worn chair behind the absent potion master's escritoire, glaring ahead of him in a way that looked oddly like the Professor at his worst.

Hermione Granger took all of this into account and stored it into her carefully constructed analytical memory for later use. 

"Harry, what did you see in Snape's pensieve, when we were kicked out?"  She asked carefully, earning an odd look from Ron.

Harry merely shook his head, but he was no longer glaring.  His eyes were wide and staring into the full-length mirror across the classroom from the desk, which was angled to see perfectly out of one of the high-placed dungeon windows.

Hermoine couldn't see what he was staring at from her vantage point, so she moved to the window, peering carefully so she wouldn't miss anything.

Night had fallen in Scotland, the nearly cloudless sky contained shining pinpricks.  But that wasn't it.

"Harry, what --" she cut off as she realized what it was.  A glowing, silver sphere; it was the moon.  The full moon.

"Remus!"  Sirius shrieked and turned to run out of the lab room with nary another word or glance back, changing into Padfoot the shaggy black dog before he reached the door, to pursue and hopefully control his rabid best friend. 

Lupin hadn't gotten a wolfbane potion.  That was the reason the two had gone to Hogwarts in the first place.

Harry hadn't moved a scant inch.

*          *          *

Severus Snape didn't know how to apparate.

He stood in the main street of Hogsmeade, not knowing where the apparation boundary was supposed to be.  Looking around, he noted the empty cobblestone streets, the chilly wind blowing weakly from the direction of the school.  Severus shivered, folding his arms, wishing that he had grabbed a cloak on his way. 

At least the pain had subsided.  It had lessened the farther away from Hogwarts he got, until it disappeared altogether. 

He knew that Sirius was panicking, but he didn't know why.  Desperately, he wanted to return to see what was going on, but was afraid that the pain would return.