Title: Making Tomorrow Yesterday: Chapter Eleven
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.
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. If you don't like that, don't read it.
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: Sorry the other chapter wasjust the
chapter and nothing else, but its been almost two weeks since I've
updated, and I wanted to get back on my every-Friday update. My 'happy
news' was premature, and I've fallen back into writers block. If I get
to chapter fifteen and haven't been able to write any more, I'm going
to change the updating to bi-weekly. I would hate to run out of
chapters and not be able to write any more. Some unfortunate stuff has
been going on in my life, and normally it fuels my creativity but
lately I'm jsut drawing a complete blank. Anyway, now that I'm done
whining...
On Christmas, Salene awoke when Sirius jumped on top of her and proceeded to kiss and lick her throat in a way that was...nice. But she would teach him for messing with her so early in the morning.
"Rape," she yelled, before bringing her knee up squarely in his crotch. He made a groan of pain and rolled over to the side, his hands clutching the area she had kneed.
"Salene," he moaned. "That hurt."
"Sirius!" she gasped, acting as if she hadn't known. "I didn't know it was you." She did feel bad about hurting him...but she didn't like being woken up at all. When she'd had enough sleep, her body would wake her up, and that was that. "Let me see it," she teased. He gave her a weak smile and kissed her gently.
"Presents," he told her.
"Presents?" she echoed, confused, and then her eyes went wide and she leapt out of bed. "Get OUT, Sirius. I have to change. I forgot to owl Sev his present." She paused and swore, tugging on a strand of her hair.
"Sev? You call him Sev?"
"Sev...my Uncle Sev. Severus has a present too, but we're exchanging when he gets back to school. Now get out!"
Once Salene had put on her nicest Muggle clothes - though how nice could Muggle clothes be? - she grabbed her uncle's present and then sat down on the couch, defeated. "I...am dead," she announced, shoulders sagging.
"You can use my owl," Mr. Potter volunteered but she shook her head.
"He kills all animals that enter his property. In case they're Aurors in Animagus form or shape shifters."
"That's really paranoid," Potter said, frowning.
"No. They've had four shape shifters and ten Animagus try to break in using owl post. I need to floo to Hogsmeade to use an owl."
"We'll go with you," Sirius said, nodding at Potter and Lupin.
"Goody," she said sarcastically.
"You don't have to hide your lust for all three of us. I'm sure we can work something out," Potter said, patting her on the shoulder. Before Salene could properly hex him, his mom spoke up.
"James! That is not appropriate!" she lectured, frowning. "If you being at school and away from me is lowering your sense of morality, then I'll remove you! I remember how many people got in trouble when I went there - no parents around and only ten or so professors and six hundred students. FURTHERMORE-"
"Mom, we're going to go now," Potter said quickly, reaching into the floo pot and throwing a fistful into the lit fireplace. "Knockturn Alley, Owen's Own Owl's!" He stepped forward and for a fraction of a second, Salene thought the floo powder hadn't worked and Potter was going to be burned alive. But he disappeared and she sighed as Lupin followed and it was then her turn.
"Have you worked out how much I utterly hate floo travel yet?" she asked when Sirius held out the pot to her.
"Lucky for you, you have a boyfriend like me to give you a push." Before she could ask what he meant, he tossed floo powder into the fireplace and pushed her forward. She let out a startled scream of surprised and barely had time to tuck in her elbows before she was zooming along, twisting and coughing, her eyes burning as more and more ash blew into them.
She was spat out on the carpet amid the chirping and hooting of tens of owls. Someone - presumably Lupin or Potter - hauled her to her feet. She gave a final cough and used her wand to clean her eyes. "Thanks...Potter." He just nodded and used his wand to help her remove the soot from her clothes.
However, the instant Sirius tumbled out onto the carpet, she jerked him to his feet and put her face barely an inch away. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?" she hissed. "I could have broken both my arms, or hit my head, or landed somewhere else-"
"But you didn't," finished Sirius, grinning. She sighed in frustration, not sure whether to hex or hug him - or both - before letting go and taking a step back, shaking her head in exasperation. After all, she had promised Sirius not to hurt him as much, and they were in a public place. A public place that was swarming with dark wizards that would spread news of their relationship faster than one could use Apparition. "Let's go," he announced brightly, smiling falsely at the numerous wizards and witches that glared at his bright voice.
"Is that a vampire?" Lupin asked with quiet interest, indicating with his head a wizard skulking in the shadows, clutching at his stomach and a grimace of pain on his face.
"No...he's allergic to the sun," Salene explained, holding her with an arrogant tilt as she pushed her way through the crowd, although quite a few people recognized her as a Snape and moved. Not very many people could appear out of nowhere and rise to the top of Muggle haters (as in Death Eaters) as the Snapes had, and they were well-regarded for it, Salene included. Except for the special few who had been revealed of her 'betrayal' but none of them would be waltzing around in daylight, even in Knockturn Alley. Especially in Knockturn Alley, where spontaneous Auror raids happened weekly...which rather ruined the spontaneous effect.
Speaking of..."Hey, isn't that an Auror?" Potter asked much too loudly just as Salene finished tying her letter to her new owl. There was dead silence, and the activity of wizards and witches froze. Then, several cracks and pops broke the silence as five wizards Disapparated at once. Several more followed, and there was a scream. A humpbacked witch pushed her way into a store, knocking down a young girl in the process.
"Good going, Potter," Salene said dryly, hiding her worry when the young witch did not get up. After watching the crowds continuing to hurry over where she had fallen and not seeing her head emerge, she started to go, but a hand stopped her. "Let go," she snapped, turning and thinking Sirius or someone had grabbed her. Rather, she found herself looking slightly upward into the face of Kinglsey Shacklebolt. He'd been an Auror for about two years, and she remembered him well. He'd been one of the Aurors that had come to Durmstrang to arrest her when her parents were under arrest.
"You shouldn't go anywhere," he warned. Her eyes narrowed she looked over at the street again.
"A girl just fell down, sir," she ground out, despite the fact he was barely five years her senior. "She's probably being trampled to death."
"There are Aurors working on that. My job is to make sure you four come with me to the Ministry," he answered. It was only then she noticed Shacklebolt also had Lupin by the shoulder and Sirius and Potter were being restrained by a muscular witch that was actually rather intimidating. They both looked put off at being suspected of...whatever they were being suspected of. Salene had a feeling it had something to do with Potter's accidental warning.
"Can I just...let go of this owl? You can read the letter," she asked, subconsciously licking her lips. He nodded, scanned what she had hastily scribbled down, and nodded once more. She released her hold on the tiny owl, no bigger than her fist, and it fluttered its wings before swooping up and away.
A quarter of an hour later, a green haired wizard came over and handed Shacklebolt a ragged teddy bear, obviously a Portkey. "On the count of three, all of you touch this," he instructed and Salene rolled her eyes.
"Really? I thought you had to eat Portkeys," she drawled.
"You're not in the position to joke around," the witch said sharply as she placed three fingers on the bear's head. Salene simply scowled.
"One...two...three," Shacklebolt counted, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her hand squeezing the bear's arm so tight it ripped half off.
"What about innocent until proven guilty?" Sirius demanded as they were ushered into a 'secured' room. By secured, it was meant that a Dementor floating in a corner. Images of the Dark Mark burned into Severus' arm floated in her head, but she pushed it down. She knew all Aurors were excellent Legilimens.
"We always seem to meet under unfortunate circumstances," Shacklebolt said and she responded with a cold look but otherwise ignored him. "Tell me, do you read the Daily Prophet? Because I get the feeling you don't know your parents and sister are now in Azkaban for charges of Death Eater activity. The old case was picked up again, so you should expect for you and your cousin to be questioned." Although, her face betrayed no emotion, inside she was panicking. But instead of openly acknowledging him, she muttered a word under her breath that would offend anyone with dark skin. "Miss Snape," he ground out, fighting to maintain his cool, "you-"
"Kingsley, what charges were these four brought in on?" interrupted a calm voice. "It's Christmas, and I don't like being called in here."
Salene swore and glared at the man who had just entered. "Disgusting," she spat, eyes narrowing this dislike. "Potter's common sense is eclipsed by stupidity, as it often is, and you're brought in." He simply smiled and Salene felt, rather than saw, Sirius shifting his confused gaze to her.
"Who's you?" he asked. She didn't answer for a moment, her eyes focused on the wizard standing before her.
"He's a Mudblood brother of one of the Muggles that murdered Serena," she answered through gritted teeth.
"Tortured, yes," he disagreed, eyes narrowing fractionally. "But you were the one who choked the life out of her." There was a fraction of silence, during which Salene's eyes widened and Sirius half rose out of his seat, an angry look on his face. Then, Salene lunged out of her seat and shoved the interrogator against the wall. Time seemed to slow as her fist pulled back and then slammed into the man's face. There was a sickening crunch and time sped up again as the man's hands cupped his broken nose, tears of pain escaping his eyes as he crumpled to the ground.
The two Aurors darted forward, intending to restrain the witch, but visible pulses of red magic immobilized them against the wall, and were soon joined by Lupin and Potter. Only Sirius could stand without being shoved back. He took a tentative step forward, before crossing the room in three quick strides. He wrapped his arms around Salene in a crushing embrace, pinning her arms to her side. "Salene," he whispered, voice cracking. The touch sent flames of physical agony through them both and it distracted her enough for the magic to drop and the Aurors to rush forward, wands out. Bonds appeared out of nowhere and tied her wrists together behind her back, but there was no need. Salene couldn't have struggled if she wanted to, because her display of magic had drained her, and she blinked several times. Her last conscious sight was Sirius insisting he go with her.
"Soing?" Salene muttered, speaking incoherently in her exhaustion. Sirius smiled hesitantly and this awoke her more than it should have. "It's bad, isn't it?"
"Well...they're holding you here until the day before term starts. Which is a week. But, er, they're not pressing formal charges because it was provoked...and..."
"Is here, by any chance, Azkaban?" she asked, noting the bars between herself and Sirius. By the way he went simultaneously red and white, a combination that blotched his skin, answered her question. "I'm not surprised," she admitted. "I did break a 'respected' official's nose while I was in custody."
"And his jaw," Sirius added, and then bit his lip. "Sorry." There was a pause, and then, "I want to stay here with you." She smiled and reached through her bars to gently lay a hand on his face.
"Don't. If anything, you should be angry. I completely ruined your Christmas. At least salvage what you can," she said quietly. He reached up and laid his hand over hers, the other hand reaching out and tilting her chin so she looked in his eyes.
"It would have been worse knowing you were lazing around the castle for two weeks, all by yourself." He paused and grinned rather cheekily. "At least I'm never bored." There were several moments of silence, and Salene plucked up her courage as she saw the distant form of an Auror coming down the long corridor.
"You know what I like best about you?"
"My sinfully good looks?" he guessed in a would-be innocent tone.
"No. You know when to be dominant, and when to be submissive," she answered, her voice soft. "I mean," she continued at his raised eyebrows, "you can let your guard down and sob your heart out, or you can guard your emotions behind humor. And it could be irritating, but you always know when to do which." She leaned forward and kissed him gently, breaking away when the footsteps of the Auror became audible.
"You know what," he said thoughtfully as he took a step back, aware of the Auror's gaze, "so do you."
End Author's Notes: Last bit of fluff for what feels like forever, at least for me. As always huge thanks go out to CerealKiller. If you're into fictionpress, I recently found an author Myrika there, and she's completely awesome. If you've got time, go check her out. As a final note, this chapter wasn't even looked over but the other one. Happy weekend - four day weekend for me. I love weather days...
