Title: Making Tomorrow Yesterday: Chapter Two

Summary: Salene Snape transfers to Hogwarts after she runs away from her parents. Immediately, she catches the eye of Sirius Black. However, she refuses to like him because of his immaturity and...she doesn't want to just be another one of his one week flings. When Professor Carter, the DADA professor, finds out Durmstrang didn't teach defense, she assigns Black to tutor her, because he is the best student. And that is when it all begins. It would be easier, of course, if her cousin Severus wasn't breathing down her neck all the time. In this chapter, Harry, Hermione, and Ron try to find out what happened between Sirius and Salene.

Pairings: SB/OC RL/SS JP/LE

Feedback: ALL feedback is appreciated, as long as it is not needless flames. Those you can keep to yourself.

Rating/Warnings: This is M (R) for language, romance, and torture. The romance in this story, however, does not pass a light PG-13, if that. Mainly you have to watch out for language and torture/abuse.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Notes: I've decided to update once a week, because that was original plan but if I do that it'll take, in the very least, a bit less than half a year. More notes at end.


Chapter Two:

Salene leaned against the door frame of her dormitory and studied it critically. The walls were green, and the thick carpet black. A stone fireplace was on the farthest wall, crackling through the silence when it popped. The room contained four beds, two on each side wall and with a single nightstand in between the two. The comforters were a deep emerald, and the sheets and pillows were silver. The drapes were black with silver tassels, and all were pulled back at the moment. A trunk was resting against each bed, one of them open and with a girl kneeled in front of it, muttering under her breath. The girl had silvery hair barely past her ears, but an odd sense of effeminacy, accompanied with a faint silverly glow, surrounded her. However, all three girls looked up almost at the exact instant, friendly enough but mostly curious.

The girl on the front bed on the left stood, and smiled distantly, her arms folding over her chest. She had charcoal hair and glimmering gray eyes, sparked with hidden malice for the general world but was nonetheless quite beautiful. Her figure was slender but still curvy. "I'm Bellatrix Black," she said coolly, her tone blank as her eyes judged Salene.

"Are you Bl-Sirius' cousin?" she asked, correcting herself. If she was going to be friends with...Sirius, she was going to call him by his first name.

"Yes...he's a blood traitor," Bellatrix informed her, tone freezing slightly. "And he's a Mudblood lover. You would do well to stay away from him."

"Are you threatening me?" Salene asked, careful to keep her tone light but meeting the other girl's eyes with unflinching determination. Their gazes stayed locked until Bellatrix glanced down, flushing slightly.

"No, just trying to be helpful," she muttered and carefully situated herself on her bed before reaching up and releasing her drapes from their ties. They immediately covered her from view and the only sound she made the rest of the night was a clearly heard expletive muttered at midnight.

"I'm Claire Fontane," the other girl who had been sitting on her bed spoke up. Salene was relieved to see acceptance in her eyes, and a sneaking feeling told her it was because she had stood up to Bellatrix and not succumbed to her admittedly threatening glare. "That's Kendall Lestrange." She nodded at the girl still burrowing in her trunk, her words coming faster as her desperation became more pronounced. Finally she paused, smirked, and pulled out a thick envelope. Using a long silver nail, she slit it open and emptied the content into her hand. Five or six purple-colored gems fell out, in varying sizes but none bigger than a pinky nail.

"Got it," Kendall said triumphantly, jumping to her feet and slamming the trunk shut, causing Claire to wince.

"Got what?" Salene asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

"These crystals were a gift from my parents. These crystals bring out my veela charm, because mine has always been exceptionally weak." She rolled her eyes upward. "My mother blames it on my short hair, but I blame it on the fact my father is the most masculine, chauvinistic pig I have ever met!" Her eyes sparked with anger as she turned away and dropped the gems of the nightstand in between her bed before snuggling under the covers, leaving the drapes pulled open.

"She was cursed with mental instability," Claire confided in an undertone, smiling weakly. "Your bed is the one closest to the fire on the left."

"Next to Bellatrix?" Salene returned in the same lowered voice, although it was a touch more affronted. Claire laughed and shrugged. "Well, good night." She stepped over to her bed and felt Claire's gaze lingering on her. She ignored it the best she could and pulled out her pajamas.


The next day at breakfast, Salene watched in amazement as Claire scarfed down six pancakes, five sausages, five slices of buttered toast, and two kippers. Then she gulped down eight glasses of pumpkin juice mixed with butterbeer, which Salene knew for a fact upset your stomach. Then Claire jumped to her feet and dashed out of the hall, looking ready to hurl.

"What was that about?" she asked in amazement as the doors shut behind the girl.

"Fontane's bulimic," Kendall remarked conversationally as she stabbed her fork into the pile of food on her plate. She paused, frowning slightly, and exchanged her fork for a knife before attacking her breakfast with renewed vigor. Salene edged away, purposely ignoring Severus' amused smirk as he slid into the seat next to her.

"Here," he said, handing her a tied scroll. "This is your schedule. We have all the same classes, so I'll show you around." She nodded and scanned her schedule.

"This is a terrible schedule. Runes, Arithmacy, and Divination all in one day." She paused and absently traced the inky letters of one subject with a single finger. "What's this defense class?"

He looked over her shoulder and sighed in irritation. "I forgot you took Advanced Dark Arts, instead of Defense Against Dark Arts." He paused for a few minutes in thought. "We'll just tell Professor Carter you never took the class, and I'll lend you my notes from the previous years." She turned to him, a skeptic look on her face.

"You saved all your notes from every year?"

"Yes," he said shortly. "Now eat." She sneered at him, though more for show than anything else, but did so.


Hogwarts, it seemed, was not as advanced as Durmstrang in Divination or Arithmacy. However, Runes had covered just a bit more than Salene had, so she only had to borrow the last month's notes from Severus. It didn't help matters, though, that all three classes were with Ravenclaw, and they were show offy and arrogant, and spoiled from their attention for their intelligence. If Slytherins were the bane of Hogwarts, Ravenclaw had to come in close second.

Lunch, however, was far better than anything the Durmstrang house-elves had ever cooked up, and in a larger quantity. Her appetite had been rather ruined, though, when Claire had repeated breakfast.

"Only two more classes," Salene said, turning to her cousin as they left the Great Hall. "You do have long classes though."

"Yes," Severus replied, sounding very bored. "Here we are. At the Door of Hell. An hour and a half with Gryffindors who think their large masses of immaturity count for growing up." The door had many intricately carved designs on it, with a plaque that read Defense Against the Dark Arts in scrolling letters. Salene watched as dragon reared up and blew wooden-carved flames at a cat, who hissed and darted away.

"Merlin, that's a little over done," she remarked sarcastically. She had intended to say the door was interesting but two Gryffindors had been coming, and she did have a reputation to uphold.

"Really? I like it." She half turned in surprise to see a muscular, olive skinned Slytherin standing much too close behind her. His breath tickled her face, and it took all her composure to not wrinkle her nose at the smell. Apparently, he'd never heard of 'personal hygiene'. "I'm Blaise Zabini (A/N his son is Blaise Zabini Jr.). And you look exactly like my future girlfriend."

"You know, Blaise, I understand how incredibly difficult it must have been for you to talk to me, knowing I have no qualms about hexing anything irritating to me. But...I'm just not interested and, therefore, you are irritating."

"So, the Hogsmeade visit in October sounds good to you, right?" Salene stared unbelievingly into his smirking face, and began to reach for her wand. But she paused when a seemingly disembodied hand grabbed Zabini's shoulder and whirled him around.

"Bugger off, Zabini. She said she doesn't like you." Despite the casual smile, there was a threat glinting in Sirius' eyes and not even Zabini could ignore that.

"Oh...all right." And so 'bugger off' Zabini did.

"Hey listen, Salene-" She cut him off but turning on her heels and sweeping into the classroom, her robes billowing. It was a trick she had been taught by Severus, and she smiled faintly at him when he smirked at her.


"Professor Carter, sir," Salene called, trying to get his attention and at the same time keep her exasperation out of her voice. Carter ended the class by striding into the corridors, and he walked extremely fast, so she was far behind him by the time she fought her way through the students and made her way into the corridors. "Professor Carter!" He stopped and turned around, a curious smile on his face.

"Yes, my dear?" She ground her teeth together - any affectionate names or titles from adults bothered her immeasurably. Especially from professors who called her Miss Salene Snape.

"As you know, I transferred from Durmstrang this year. We didn't have Defense Against the Dark Arts, so I haven't ever taken it. I know some defensive spells, but most are very basic." His beam seemed to crumple slowly the longer she talked, and at the end he looked tired and sad.

"Ah, you have never experienced the joy of defending yourself. It is such a joy, that it is!" He rested a hand heavily on her shoulder, and she resisted the urge to squirm away. "That is it, Mr. Sirius Black must teach you, love."

"What?" she snapped in surprise. "That lunatic?" Okay, so they weren't quite friends yet, but she was trying.

"He is the best in the class, no competition. Besides, who else would you have tutor you?"

"My cousin Severus."

"No, that will not do one bit. Too much familiarity is not good, because in battles you won't be fighting you cousin. You'll be fighting Death Eaters who won't stop at anything to kill you." A scowl crossed her features at his mention of Death Eaters and the fact he assumed she'd be joining the war, but she brushed it back.

"Of-of course, Professor Carter," she said with a sigh. Like Carter would actually check if she was tutored by Severus or Sirius.

"Excellent. I expect a report from both you and Mr. Sirius Black on my desk by the end of the month. You should have at least four sessions by then. Good Tuesday, Miss Salene Snape." Then he wrenched open the handle of a door he was standing by - a broom closet, it seemed - and stepped inside. She stared at the door for a moment, her thoughts silent in stunned amazement. Merlin, Dumbledore was even worse than she'd suspected. Brilliant and powerful he undoubtedly was, he'd have to be mad to hire Carter.

She shook her head and then realized she had left Severus and didn't know where Transfiguration was.


"Salene, wait up." Salene turned around at her name, and she bit her lip to restrain the sigh that threatened to escape. "Carter told me he wants me to tutor you." She felt her eyes narrow, but otherwise she remained unaffected, outwardly at least.

"Oh? And what does Mr. Sirius Black think?" she asked mockingly. He grinned, and for a moment her heart fluttered, before she ground it back into the black hole she had always tried to maintain. The fact that she was failing miserably didn't bother her in the least.

"He thinks it shouldn't be a problem, since he and Mrs. Salene Black...oops, sorry, Miss Salene Snape, agreed to be friends." He was still grinning and a small smile settled on her face, unable to help herself. She could lust after someone once in a while, could she not? It wasn't as if she was going to act on her impulses...

'Stop,' she scolded herself, forcing her thoughts back to the present. Not only did Bl...Sirius consider women nothing more than beings created for his sole amusement and pleasure, he went through them as easily as...well, very easily. He had a girlfriend just long enough to seduce her to bed, and then dumped her rudely and unabashedly, using one of his many excuses. Salene didn't see how anyone agreed to still be with him, after his infamous reputation. Yes, so she couldn't get involved with him! And that was that.

"Severus will tutor me," she said evenly, ignoring the smirk that had appeared on his face at her belated reply and unexpected blush. "And if you value you life, you will allow me to pretend you never made that...ah...slip, shall we say?" She smiled gracefully at him, and he returned it, though it didn't look quite so elegant on his chiseled face. Then again, her smile had been passed down from Pureblood mother to Pureblood daughter, just as the sliding/floating walk that made not the slightest movement underneath the robes.

"Why did you transfer from Durmstrang?" he asked unexpectedly. She intended to not answer, but when his firm gaze caught hers, some part of her barrier melted, and she spoke without thinking.

"I refused to be initiated into the Death Eater ranks, serving the pathetic Dark Lord," she answered venomously, and then the horror of what she had done crashed down on her, and she pressed a hand to her open mouth, her eyes dropping to her feet. No one was supposed to know that. When she chanced a look back up, Sirius was grinning broadly. "What?"

"I'm just so relieved you're not a Death Eater like Snivellus," he said, his grin only fading somewhat at the thought of the Slytherin. She scowled faintly, and gave him a gentle shove.

"He's not a Death Eater, and please don't call him that," she said, though the sharp edge to her words showed her please was only manners. Sirius shrugged and there was a tense pause. With a sigh, she realized she wasn't going to get away with having her cousin tutor her. "When should we meet for tutoring? I suggest two nights a week, as long as we are both able." He nodded in consent.

"I have Quidditch Wednesday and Saturday. And there are certain days that are not good for me." Salene read in his eyes it was about the werewolf, and so she didn't ask. Saying his name would make her think of him sitting on Severus' lap, and that was not a vision she wanted at the moment.

"I said as long as we are able," she reminded. "How about, for now, Tuesday and Thursday? Mondays are horrendous, what with starting off the week, and I'm not willing to give up my weekend." The real reason was it was Slytherin Quidditch practice on Sunday, from two to six - appalling in her opinion - and she wanted to watch the team, at least for a bit.

He smiled vaguely as he said, "You're the selfless one in the family, aren't you? Alright then, Tuesday and Thursday it is." There was another lull in the conversation, and Salene decided it would be best to leave. She didn't notice his eyes stayed on her until she turned the corner.


End Author's Notes: Alright, when I was editing this, the whole thing with Blaise just randomly asking Salene out, when she's not pretty or powerful (at least, she doesn't serve Voldemort, which I think Zabini would want to) bothered me. I decided to just say there IS a reason (I mean, a reason that I've written in the story) and to leave it at that.

Second, I know it seems like I'm talking to myself, seeing as I have no reviews, but I'm talking to the people that read and don't review. Of course, according to my hit counter, I might be talking to myself anyway :)