Title: Making Tomorrow Yesterday: Chapter Five

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, Claire, Salene, and Severus seek revenge on Bellatrix. But something goes terribly wrong...

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: First of all, I feel this chapter was pathetically dramatic. During editing, I rewrote (as in deleted) a scene where Salene knows that Voldemort is really Tom Riddle...nothing more that I can say without ruining the chapter. More notes at the end though.


This chapter is dedicated to L.B. - who took the cowards way out, but was still the bravest person I know.


Even though Sirius looked boring in black robes, he looked utterly sexy in black clothes, especially the way he had styled his hair that day. It was tossed about as if he had just rolled out of bed, but still carried the same silkiness that was natural. He had on a form-hugging turtleneck and jeans that looked suspiciously familiar.

"Enjoying the view?" Her eyes snapped up to Potter, who looked as if he was struggling against a grin. "Personally, I think he should lose the jeans. They look better on Evans."

"He stole clothes from a girl to wear?" she asked, eyebrows raising. "Why do I believe that?"

"Yeah, he's trying to impress you, and apparently something you said made him think he looked good in girls' jeans," Potter explained, jamming his hands in his pockets as a sour look of irritation settled on his face. "And he didn't have to steal. Evans willingly gave them to him. She thinks they're in love or something." She could tell his teeth were clenched as he nodded at the two of them, smiling at each other about something.

"I'll just have to fix that misconception," she said lightly, feeling a stab of jealousy at the look on Sirius' face. It was quite obvious the two were good friends and enjoyed each other's company. Despite being officially 'together' - he had asked and given her a ring - for a month, he was still struggling with not flirting at every opportunity. He was getting better, but sometimes she worried...

"Sirius!" she called, hurrying forward. A brief scowl crossed Evans face but then it brightened when she saw Salene and Potter, the latter of whom she had only started tolerating the end of the sixth year, but was becoming fast friends with. "How are you?" she asked, and he grinned and her heart fluttered but she remained calm on the outside.

"Now that you mention it...I am feeling a bit ill. Maybe I suffer from separation anxiety," he suggested. She rolled her eyes but hid a smile by rubbing her nose.

"Or maybe you suffer from extreme stupidity."

"That was not nice," he said, pouting the way he had at the Welcoming Feast. It hadn't triggered a reaction then but she felt her heart melting a little. "I think you should kiss me and make it better." Salene did not fully register Evans' gasp as she leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to his, only to have him wrap an arm around her and pull her closer. He licked her lip and she shivered but pulled away and smiled at him.

"Better?" He answered by grinning slyly, dancing fingertips across her back. "I need to go," she said, lightly pulling herself from his arms. In reality, physical contact made her extremely nervous, especially in front of two wide-eyed Gryffindors. It was then she caught a glimpse of Evans' shell shocked face, and Potter's oddly self-satisfied smirk. "Evans, you're the Head Girl - you're supposed to be smart. I would've expected you to figure it out." The look on the other girl's face was priceless, but she didn't let herself even snicker until she had rounded the corner. Then, she leaned against the wall and enjoyed a private laugh...until Claire ran up, grinning madly.

"Can I talk to you?" she asked, twisting a thick fistful of hair in her fingers as she did when she was excited or nervous. Salene had a feeling it was the former. And no sooner had she nodded casually, arching an eyebrow, then she was grabbed by the arm and dragged into the nearest empty classroom. A thin layer of dust was settled on the entire room, and there was a rough chunk of stone wall missing beside the door. She ran her fingers over it with interest as Claire locked the door with her wand and then leaned against a desk, grinning proudly.

"I think you're overreacting just a tad," Salene said, demonstrating 'a tad' with her fingers. Claire raised her eyebrows at the somewhat playful gesture, but a silly grin stayed on her face.

"Sure, of course. But...by five tonight, Bellatrix Black won't be a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry anymore." Neither girl knew how prophetic that statement was.


Salene walked around the corner, a hand casually clutching her wand, limp at her side. Claire, wearing a Delusional Cloak, was walking sideways behind her. Although it provided invisibility, the Delusional Cloak made your body's directional sense fail. To walk forward, you had to want to walk diagonally backwards, and to walk backwards you had to want to walk in little sashaying steps. And if you wanted to walk forward, as Claire did, you walked sideways. Personally, Salene preferred a Disillusionment charm...but to each his own. She didn't have to cover up for this particular 'mission', after all. Claire had taken the whole thing very seriously, and even assigned nicknames. Severus (Salene had 'forgotten' their argument for more pressing matters, but had engraved it on her mind to talk to him about it) was Midnight Moose, Salene was Twilight Tortoise, and Claire herself was Sunrise Stallion...Salene didn't question her use of stallion. No amount of hexing had persuaded her to remove the nicknames, and so Severus and Salene suffered in tense silence. Although the nickname Bellatrix had - Poison Xxeg - actually made sense, at least in Claire's world. She thought poison xxeg (a foreign flower with black-purple petals and thorns the width of a fingernail and a meter long) was beautiful, but it was supposedly poisonous when swallowed. No one had ever bothered to taste it and find out.

"Twilight tortoise," Claire whispered and she didn't even bother turning around to answer the name. For Salazar's Sake, tortoise? She couldn't have even been able to be creative enough to use something like thestral. She had to use Muggle animals. "Twi-"

"Shut up," Salene hissed, stopping purposely so Claire ran into her, sticking out her elbow as she did so and causing Claire to lose her breath. "Someone's going to hear you." Then she resumed walking with a slightly quickened pace, recognizing the voice that was reverberating through the corridors, joking with his friends.

"Salene? Where's the fire?" She sighed and clenched her hands, acting. She hadn't expected it would work so soon.

"Zabini, I would never run from a fire because I could put it out myself," she said impatiently, not understanding the Muggle reference, then added when he opened his mouth to speak, "I would love to debate this with you, but I've got to go." She started to turn, but her arm was grabbed in a hold bordering on threatening in its tightness.

"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?" His eyes glinted as she surveyed him with unhidden dislike.

"I have someone to meet. A friend," she said flatly, attempting to rip her arm out of Zabini's hold. Where was her undercover spy (Claire) when she was needed?

"Who?" He was challenging her - he thought she was lying. And he wanted to threaten whatever person's name she gave - for, he was assuming it was a boy. For that reason, she met his eyes and spoke clearly when she answered.

"Bellatrix Black." His face paled but then took on a steely look of determination and took off in long strides.

"You don't think he's really going after her, do you?" Claire asked, somewhat anxiously, at Salene's side. She shook her head, though there was a twinge - briefly - in her conscience.

"No, he's not that stupid. He'll go to Hogsmeade, just like we want, to try and pursue me again. Then he'll go after Bellatrix and people will intervene before anything serious happens. Bellatrix gets-"

"Who are you trying to convince, me or you?" Claire interrupted. Salene scowled and she immediately backed off, half raising her arms as if defending herself. Salene almost smiled at that before continuing on to Hogsmeade.


Salene felt her mouth drop in horror as Zabini crumpled to the ground, blood oozing from his once handsome face. Claire's fingers were cutting off the blood circulation in her arm, but she was too caught up in the scene before her to notice.

"What?" Bellatrix snarled. "Are you going to rat me out? I know some very powerful people are unhappy with you, and I could help them capture you-" she broke off with a cold laugh, eyes narrowing. "I'm sure you know what the Dark Lord does with deserters." A shiver ran through her before she collected herself, glaring back at the Death Eater before her.

"I'm not a deserter because I never lowered myself to kissing the hems of a demented Mudblood," she said coldly, though inside she was quivering in fear.

"You lie," Bellatrix spat out, teeth clenched. "My Lord-"

"-is a pathetic Mudblood, and nothing you say can change that."

Bellatrix was silent and white-faced, her eyes roaming the classroom as if hoping the Dark Lord would Apparate in and save her. Finally, she said, "Even if that was true - which it isn't, and I will deal with you personally, you disgusting liar - the entire Wizarding world fears to say his name, cowers when it is spoken. Even you, who claim independence and power over him, won't say his name. Cowering under the shadows of your beloved, Mudblood-loving fool Dumbledore will do you no good. But, alas, I suppose it is all you are good for."

There were a few moments of tense silence before Salene pocketed her wand and said calmly, "Voldemort is a life destroying monster that deserves to forever burn in hell." Then she turned on her heel and strode out of the room, leaving behind a flabbergasted Claire and an enraged Bellatrix.

She walked through the halls but didn't run into anyone. She cursed the fact it was a Hogsmeade weekend and broke into a run, intent on getting Madam Pomfrey. Halfway to the hospital wing, however, she was stopped by a hand grabbing her from behind. She whirled around angrily, reaching for her wand, and then stopped when she saw Sirius, looking concerned. Potter was standing beside him, frowning at the emotions running through her face. "What's wrong?" Sirius asked, reaching up to smooth her windswept hair. She jerked away from his touch while yanking her arm from his grip.

"I need Pomfrey," she whispered. "Bellatrix...Bellatrix, she..." Salene drew in a ragged breath. "I'll explain later. But I need Pomfrey. Now." Potter and Sirius exchanged glances.

"James, can you get her and then use the map?" he asked. "I'll go with Salene." Potter nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a blank piece of parchment and his wand before leaving in the direction he had come. She frowned but didn't waste time thinking about it as Sirius grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. "Tell me what happened," he said. She drew in a shuddering breath and let it out before turning and sprinting back to the room. Sirius stood, stunned, before slowly following.


"Oh my!" Pomfrey explained, a hand going to her mouth. Claire was kneeled by Zabini, looking like she was crying blood. In reality, she had wiped her face with bloody hands and the tears were smearing the blood, dripping onto the unconscious man before her. "Girl, get out of the way," she snapped harshly, shoving Claire aside and examining Zabini. "I can't do anything for him here," she said with a shake of her head, levitating him. She left the room briskly, shooting a glare at Salene as she passed. "You two better have a good explanation for this," she added. Then she left, casting anxious glances at him.

There were a few moments of tense silence and then Salene turned sunk down to the ground, staring at the pool of blood Zabini had left behind. "My God," Potter choked out eventually, voice hard. "What were you two doing?" Claire sobbed harder, tightened her hands on her face, and Salene looked at him wordlessly. "Well? Don't tell me you didn't mean for Zabini to-"

"We didn't." It was Severus this time, who had suddenly appeared as though having Apparated. His face was whiter than usually as he surveyed the scene before him.

"You were involved too, Snivellus?"

"Midnight Moose," Claire suddenly whispered. "Midnight Moose...y-you don't think he's d-dead..." she trailed off, dropping her face to her knees and beginning to shake with tears, this time quietly. More silence ensued, until Salene stood up and walked over to the puddle of blood, looking down indifferently. Then she withdrew her wand and put the tip to her palm.

"I'm sorry, Blaise," she said in a low voice and then drew her wand across her hand before putting her palm down. Her blood began to drip, slowly at first and then faster, mixing with his. Severus, a look of dawning comprehension, stepped forward and did the same thing. Then they put their hands together, mixing their own blood and whispering an incantation in a foreign language. When their hands separated both wounds were healed, with only identical scars in the shape of a lightening bolt on their palm.

"He'll be fine now." She made a faint noise of agreement before crumpling to the ground. Severus would have caught her if he had not collapsed at the same moment.


End Author's Notes: I seem to favor cliff hangers...Anyway, I realize the fact that they have a lightning bolt scar seems too...I don't know, clichéd perhaps, but if I recall correctly Hagrid (or some other character in the beginning of the first book) says a scar is the mark of any dark curse, not just Avada Kedavra.

Huge thanks go out to Cereal Killer.