Title: Making Tomorrow Yesterday: Chapter Three

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,

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: At the moment, every time I try to use the 'repy' in review emails, I get a screen that says URL not found in the upper left hand corner. Does anyone else get this? Well, anyway, as soon as I get this fixed/it gets better, I'll reply to the emails I recieved. More notes at the bottom.


Salene dropped her bag on top of the table, satisfied with the heavy clunk her books made against the surface. Her second day at Hogwarts had not been much better; improved only in the fact Slytherin had no morning classes on Tuesday or Thursday, coincidentally enough. She'd had Ancient Runes once more, this time with Hufflepuff, and double Care of Magical Creatures. However, she was looking forward to the next day, when she'd have Potions. It was also extremely irritating to see the Evans girl prancing around with her Head Girl badge displayed as blatantly as possibly. Salene could tell the redhead enjoyed taking off points and assigning detention at every opportunity. Not only was she disgustingly Gryffindor, but Salene had been lined up for Head Girl at Durmstrang, or their version, and she did feel a bit jealous.

"Aww, did Salenieweenie have a bad day?" Black cooed - forget calling him Sirius when he was in such an immature mood - and dropped his bag on the ground, smirking.

"Salenieweenie?" she asked, raising a groomed eyebrow. "Did we not have the discussion of valuing your life already?" He laughed in a manner that made her stomach clench, but she did her best to ignore it.

"I don't recall," he said, mock innocently.

"Or maybe you want to die," she said casually, pulling out her wand. He flinched a bit, and she looked directly in his eyes. "Despite my rather strong teasing, Black, I would never intentionally harm you. I was taking out my wand in the case that the tutor session called for it." He blinked and then smiled, his eyes brightening with a gleam she found deeply unsettling.

"Alright. We'll start off with a few simple spells..."


An hour and a half later, Salene threw her wand down in frustration and glared threateningly at Sirius. "Every single spell you've asked me to perform hasn't worked. That's impossible. I may not be much for foolish wand waving, but I am not terrible at it. You must be making these spells up."

"I assure you, I'm not," he said, looking very much like he wanted to laugh. "It could be your wand." Her glare turned somewhat protective and she picked her wand back up, pocketing it. "No, honestly. When the Dark Arts is practiced during...er...maturing and there is no defense taught, except for Dark ways, some wands will resist defense spells strongly, sometimes to the point you can't cast them."

"What do you mean by maturing?" she asked as innocently as she could...which was, admittedly, not very innocent. Even though she had a vague idea he meant the magical equivalent of puberty, she wanted to see what he would say and she couldn't deny it was fun to put him on the spot, considering his obvious dodging on the subject.

"Anyway," Sirius continued, as if she had said nothing, "unless you have any type of a unicorn, veela, or a phoenix core, you'll never be able to cast defense spells."

"I have a unicorn blood core," she informed him and his head snapped up in disbelief.

"A unicorn blood core?" he repeated and then shook his head. "You can't have a core of unicorn blood. Even if you put aside the fact that is one of the darkest substances, the blood gradually loses its magical properties not to mention it's illegal to-"

"I know all of this," she interrupted. He frowned but fell silent. "I have to go back to the store once a year and get my wand refilled. And I know it's Dark, but I did go to Durmstrang. There are fifty unicorn blood wands in existence, because they were ruled illegal soon after they were created, but the Wizengmot decided not to destroy the wands already bought."

"I don't know if I'm exactly 'qualified' to teach you how to cast defense spells," he said after a moment. "It's going to be much harder." For some reason, this sparked a faint, irrational feeling in her. She wanted him to tutor her, all the sudden, and decided to blame it on the fact it would make him miserable.

"Oh, you can't handle it? That's fine. I'm sure we can tell the headmaster how you're too incompetent to teach me...better yet, I'll just tell Severus and he'll tutor me." Sirius growled low in his throat, obviously imagining Severus gloating about how stupid he was, and Salene smiled faintly.

"NO!" he shouted and her eyebrows rose. "I mean, no, that's okay, I'll teach," he stumbled, flushing deeply. "Er, um, tutor, whatever. I can do it."

"Alright then," she said, her smile widening as she stood and slung her back over her shoulder. "Thursday?" He nodded and looked up, his eyes meeting hers, and he suddenly grinned.

"You want me to tutor you," he cried triumphantly, also standing. "You're starting to like me."

"Ridiculous," she snapped and strode out of the room before he could see her blush.


"You didn't tell me you were an apprentice," Salene said, her voice lowered, as she took the middle-most seat in the front.

"I figured you would find out yourself," Severus answered with a shrug, then smirked. "I feel bad for you that you have Potions with Gryffindors. Professor Bellamaire hates teaching and students, but especially Gryffindors. She's always in a foul mood." He shuddered as he added, "I think she only took me on because she wants to have an affair."

"What?" Salene said in disbelief. "And you didn't tell the headmaster?"

"I will once I have enough credits to be a professor. Then I can immediately take over." He smirked once more, and then took his seat, which was at his own desk to the left of the professors. Then the doors opened and the entire class fell silent as a woman that looked to be in her early or mid-thirties strode in. Her hair was blond and short and cut in a chopped sort of style - though it wasn't style at all - that made her face appear rounder than it was, and her make up was hastily and much too heavily applied. Obviously, she was undergoing a midlife crisis.

"New school year, but the same problems," she said, glowering at each student. She paused when she got to Salene, and her eyes narrowed. "You're Salene Snape?"

"Yes ma'am," she answered, struggling against all the sarcastic remarks running through her mind.

"Sister?" she asked, glaring sourly at the young woman before her.

"No, wife," she said, mock brightly. She caught Severus's scowl and grinned, but was surprised to find the same glare on Sirius' face. Interesting..."I'm just kidding, professor. I'm his cousin."

"Fifty points from Slytherin," Bellamaire snapped and her eyes flashed angrily. "And forty five to Slytherin for...wit." Salene almost snorted but didn't want to lose any more points. Obviously, Professor Bellamaire had a flair for the dramatic, otherwise she would have just taken away five points. And, well, she was wearing hot pink and neon green striped robes, and dangly earring hoops that went past her shoulders, and were the color of a banana peel. That in itself spoke for her dramatic, and slightly insane, self.

"As we were prepared to announce before we ran into this new problem," Bellamaire said, "this year will be one of extreme concentration and application. There will be no slacking tolerated, especially not from-" here she spoke a few choice words that were not acceptable from professors. Salene felt her incredulity grow and decided she couldn't wait for Severus to tell the headmaster about what a terrible and moral-deficit professor this 'Bellamaire' was. Besides, she spoke in the superior version of 'we', referring to herself as more than one person. Then again, she could always be schizophrenic. "Miss Snape! Kindly pay attention. Five points from Slytherin." Salene nodded but the gesture she directed at the professor once her back was turned was anything but kind.


Despite having a horrid professor, Potions was Salene's favorite subject because it was underappreciated but very, very difficult. Few wizards ever understood this because at secondary schools they never taught anything over class five brews. Class six was the simplest, and therefore none of the intricate potions was studied. Although she enjoyed potions, and could be passionate about them, Severus was obsessed. If anyone ever said potions were easy, or the subject was useless, there was a forty-fifty chance that he would break into a rant, usually at the students but sometimes at the closest (innocent) person.

"Hey, Salene," Claire said as she took a seat and began to pile her plate.

"Why do you do that?" Salene asked. "It doesn't help you lose weight." Claire's head snapped up, her eyes wide.

"It doesn't?" Claire said, glanced at all the food on her plate, and gently pushed her plate away.

"Now she's going to be anorexic or something," Rachel, Claire's best friend, whispered angrily.

"Take her to the hospital wing," Salene said with a shrug. "It's not my business, and she's not my friend. Besides, you should have intervened long ago." Rachel glared for a moment before storming off in a huff

"I-I think I'll go now," Claire said nervously, wringing her hands. Salene shrugged and also stood.

"I've got to go anyway." She did want a bit more dinner, but Severus knew where the kitchens were so he could always show her.

"Salene, hey, wait up," called a voice from behind her and she turned, knowing it was Sirius. He had Potter and Lupin with him too and she sighed. "Would you like to come to our practice?"

"Oh, good, it'll be so much easier to spy if I have an invitation," she said, mock excitedly. Sirius' eyebrows rose, and she grinned, despite herself. "I'm just kidding. I'll watch if you give me three good reasons." Salene was not expecting him to give her reasons. She didn't think he wanted her to watch him that much, to practically beg in a 'dignified' way. But he did.

"It's fun, it's outside, and I love you," he suggested innocently. Right, so much for being friends. Potter choked, apparently on spit, and Lupin grinned, though he tried to hide it.

"That's only one good reason."

"Which one?"

"All of them." His eyebrows rose once more and she shrugged. "Okay, if you're that smitten with me I guess I can do my homework at the pitch tonight."

"Smitten," Potter said with a sort of snicker, it could be called.

"Do you have a problem with my vocabulary? Or is it just too expansive for you?" she asked, eyes narrowing. Besides Ravenclaws, Bellamaire, and the color pink in any shade Salene hated nothing more than she hated Potter, at least at the moment. From what little she had heard about him, from Severus as well as a few 'admirers' and not to mention that little thing he'd said at the Welcoming Feast, he was just as bad as Black was. And Black was a totally different person than Sirius...

"Are you trying to threaten me with big words?" Potter scoffed.

"Potter...that was actually a good comeback," she said, smiling modestly. "I don't have anything to say to that." He blinked, looking suddenly nerdy with his glasses and a scatter of blemishes scattered across his hairline. Then he grinned rather sheepishly and lost the previous image of 'geek'.

"Er - thanks, I guess," he said uncertainly. There were a few moments of stiff silence, and he spoke up again. "Listen, about the other night-"

"You're not going to earn my forgiveness on that particular subject, Potter, so I suggest you let it go and spare yourself any repercussions from bringing it up again," she told him calmly.

"Right," he said unsteadily. "Right. Sirius, we'd better get to practice."

"I'll be there once I get my school bag," Salene explained when Sirius shot her a questioning look when she didn't start to follow. "Hey, Lupin, can I talk to you?"

"Sure." He looked and sounded very uneasy and a smile crossed her face.

"Calm down, I won't hex you or anything. I wouldn't want to get Severus angry, after all, would I?" Lupin went unexpectedly red - after all, he had kissed Severus in front of her - and nodded distractedly. "I had a question for you. Would it bother you terribly if I asked?" He shook his head without a verbal response and she couldn't resist adding, "Merlin, you're the talkative Marauder, aren't you?" When he remained silent she sighed. "Alright then. What kind of relationship do you have with Severus?"

"Excuse me?" he asked, looking puzzled.

"Oh, and so rude too. I mean, do you see this as a fling, or maybe a way to have his pranks directed at the other Marauders, or just as reassurance that even though you're a werewolf someone can love you? Or do you really want a relationship? And, no he didn't tell me you were lycanthropic I figured it out the first time I saw you and, yes, he loves you - I can tell even if he's never said it." Lupin was silent, but not for more than half a minute.

"Part of what we have is sort of reassurance to me, but that's not why I'm in a relationship with him," he said, each word measured and careful. "I really care for him...love him, even. But sometimes he's so...cold, you know? It's hard." Salene was silent, and then hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder.

"To tell you the truth, Severus' letters got...not happier, but more lighthearted, around the time he said you two got together. He may be a closed book sometimes, but he's worth it." Lupin smiled softly, a far away look in his eyes.

"I know."


Salene glanced up from her essay and her gaze was caught by a solitary figure zooming around goal hoops, seemingly unorganized and leaving the goals open. She watched with bated breath as the best Chaser of the Gryffindor team flew up and hurled the Quaffle at the left hoop, which Sirius had left completely open.

"Come on," she shouted in frustration at Sirius, standing without meaning to. Then, at the least second, Sirius swooped down and batted the Quaffle away with the end of his broom. He swerved his broom to face her, and she could imagine the self-pleased smirk on his face. She flushed, slightly embarrassed, but pretended to have never reacted as she continued to work diligently on her Charms essay. Occasionally, she looked up for a few seconds to watch Sirius flying aimlessly or make a save but she tried not to pay much attention. The Gryffindor team was fairly good but not enough to be talented, at least as a whole. Potter was undoubtedly the best seeker she'd seen in many years - and she'd seen a lot of teams - and Sirius could pull his own. David Brown was an excellent beater, but otherwise the rest of the team was just 'good', for lack of honed skill and determination.

The captain shouted something unintelligible over the whistling of the wind, at least to her, and the team flew down to the field, landing in perfect harmony. Now, if they could only apply that to their playing. But it didn't matter much to her, because she was cheering Slytherin on. With that thought, she gathered her stuff and decided to leave before any Gryffindor had the chance to bombard her with accusations or insults. As she reached the male locker room, she noticed with curiosity the door was opened, despite the obvious fact there were occupants. She hesitated, then stepped forward, fully intent on shutting the door.

But as she stepped forward, Salene was greeted with the image of Sirius Black nude, his boxers bunched up in his hand. She forced herself to look up to his face, breathless. His hair hung in his face and a bead of water slid from his hair to his neck and continued down his chest, rolling in a wavering path down his stomach and dipping into his belly button before slipping back out and sliding down his hip. Several droplets of water followed, and she found it even more difficult to breathe or even think as her mind spun and her body tingled with what she was seeing. Sirius' shoulders were broad enough to be pleasantly masculine without being intimidating and led to buff arms. His chest was firmly defined and his stomach was sculpted into a six pack, and he had those sort of 'hip handles' that she knew were very hard to obtain.

Then his head lifted and he caught her gaze. His eyes flashed with confusion before they darkened in anger and narrowed. Blood pounded in her ears and prickled her entire body in horror - and shameful lust. "Sirius..." she whispered, her throat still constricted.

"I didn't know you were into voyeurism," he snapped and a wave of self-loathing hit her.

"Sirius, I-"

"Just get out," he said with disgust. "And have your stupid cousin tutor you." He strode forward and slammed the door shut so hard a rather girly shriek came from the lockers, synonymous with the sound of glass shattering. There were several expletives and a few muffled sentences, then all fell silent, except for the sound of showers.

Salene slid to a seat, ignoring the damage the rough wall was doing to her robe. "Merlin, Snape, could you have been any more...UGH!" She banged her head on the wall, though accidentally too hard and flinched, almost crying out. "You're so stupid. You finally meet a guy that actually has a sense of humor, sees something past you're hideous surface...though you're interior is probably just as hideous. Not to mention he doesn't run away every time he hears your name, let alone sees you. And you actually like him too. So what do you do? You spy on him when he's in the locker room. Nice of you, huh?" She expelled her frustration in a breath and slammed her palms down on the ground, only to have her left one slap a hand. She jerked back, surprised.

"You like me?" asked a soft voice in her ear. She turned her head and was met with gray-blue eyes, peering intently into her own sapphire orbs. "You honest-to-Merlin like me the way I like you?" He sounded edgy and nervous, but looked utterly adorable in his newfound insecurity. Sirius always acted and looked so aggressive and cocky, but now he looked lost and confused and rather hurt...like an abused puppy meeting its new master. Not the best analogy, surely, but it had some truth in it...

"I think so," she answered after realizing Sirius was waiting for a reply, also a bit distracted by the fact he was shirtless. "But I don't know...it's only been three days. How am I supposed to know whether I think I fancy you, or I really do?" He shrugged and smiled encouragingly.

"There's always a way to find out." And with that he leaned forward and...

A beam of light narrowly missed the both of them and Salene struggled to grasp the situation just as a stupefy hit her and the world went black.


Author's Notes: Hmm...this post was two days later than I expected (I'm going to try to post every Friday). I was rereading it for some last-minute editing and, at this point, I am extremely dissatisified with the way things are. The first couple of chapters are always my worst (in my opinion) but Salene is way too much of a Mary Sue. Hopefully, her insecurities and faults will start to show more in the next bit.

Reviews: Thanks SOO much to: Dixio and CerealKiller. Expect a response once my problems get fixed.