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A friendly reunion. || Severus&Sirius (after 1st War)

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Strangely, Sirius felt comforted when felt Severus’ hand over his shoulder. He has never imagined that, one day, Snape would become one of his happiest memories, a kind of portal to the joyful past he had. Sirius immediately felt guilty about his thoughts and feelings. How could he be so glad to see Severus once again after all he’s done to him? After almost killing him in an infamous, terrible joke? If Sirius could change the past… Well, honestly, he’d probably do the same. Sirius was stubborn, and even Azkaban couldn’t change it. He still would defend his best friend with sharp claws.

“Don’t be sorry. If there’s someone in this room who has apologize, it’s me.” Sirius stood up, smiling weakly at the other man, and staring at him trying to say the right words. Sirius could make peace with a former enemy, after all, this enemy happened to be one of the greatest men the world would know. Snape had all the chances to harm Harry, but according to Dumbledore, he has done the exactly opposite. Severus has taken care of Sirius’ child, and it meant the world to him. He’s been the bravest of man, Harry being his worst enemy’s kid. All because of Lily, of course. Sirius wasn’t only regretful of all the things he’s done to Snape, but also had the purest of feelings of gratitude. He wanted to say all this to him, but the vestiges that Padfoot left in him wouldn’t allow him, so Sirius tried to say everything only by the look. Not enough, but it’s what he could do. “But of course, I won’t.”  He smiled again.

“Well, I really can’t get out of here. If people see me, it’s my way back to Azkaban. But you could stay for dinner if you wish.” Sirius asked him, heartily wishing Snape to accept the invitation. People would react curiously, of course. But the past had to be forgotten at some point.

[mr-severus-snape]

Severus had never imagined that Sirius would ever apologise for anything. The fact that he did was almost terrifying to him. Then, he remembered all those times he had punished children unnecessarily. Even Harry, Sirius' godson. Sev had made sure to continue being a prick to version 2 of Potter; after all, he was exactly like James was. But with more.. Lily in him. The boy's eyes for example, were exactly like Lily's. Even some of his mannerisms reminded Snape of the redheaded gryffindor that he had loved with all his heart, yet carelessly threw his chance of any sort of friendship away. After all, school life could be horrible to some people. Especially when drastic mistakes were made - there was no way to undo history. Once something slipped out of your mouth it was out for good.

The invitation to stay with Sirius shocked Severus and he had to look at the man with wide eyes. "Well, if you insist..." he muttered. He really did want to talk to Sirius and see how he was. A lot had changed in the twelve years he had been in azkaban, and Severus didn't want him to suffer. No matter how much torture he had been put through because of the marauders, there was something in his heart that made him want to forgive them and to grow up and forget about any grudges between them.

"Well, you're more than welcome to come to my place. Nobody ever visits it." It was true, Severus was alone in his home unless one of the death eaters wanted something, and that was only around Christmas. Wormtail was sometimes there, but not often. Severus couldn't stand Peter. He was annoying and immature; two qualities Severus detested in anyone. "To get you out of here, you're going to have to become a dog." Severus sighed. It was the safest way and probably the only way that wouldn't make him too suspicious. Remus would be one of the only ones to know it wasn't an actual dog, but he wasn't here at the moment. "So, what do you say?"

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A friendly reunion. || Severus&Sirius (after 1st War)

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“Not even I can get out of jail after twelve years and still be the handsome boy I once was.” Sirius replied in such dejection that wasn’t his. Severus was right, that thirty-six year old man wasn’t Padfoot. He was simply what was left of the boy. A carcass of pain and hatred, not more, not less.

Sirius looked at Snape, and not believing in what he was feeling. Sirius was jealous of the man who used to be his enemy. The most envied student in all Hogwarts now felt nothing but jealousy of Snivellus. Dumbledore trusted him his life, but seemed to not believe in Sirius’ innocence. No one believed, and even Remus admitted that, during the twelve years they spent apart, he thought that Sirius actually had given his best friend and brother in Death Eater’s hands. Molly also had doubted his innocence. Narcissa, Arthur, Theodore, Andromeda. Sirius wondered if James had thought about it too. Was it because of his last name? But if Sirius wanted to build a new family he had to let all these issues just go away.

Sirius felt like thousands of sharp knives ripping his heart when Severus asked about Azkaban. Only at that moment he realized he was completely in the other’s hands. Severus could do anything with the information he now had – that Sirius was hiding at the Black Manor. For a moment he got desperate, but nothing else could be made but trust that Snape would not do anything against him. “The most horrifying twelve years of my life.” Sirius answered with the purest of words. He closed his eyes for a moment, intending to make all his memories to go away, but nothing could make them disappear, but soon his sense of humor was back, in an attempt to ease his feelings. “If you think I was a terrible bully, you should’ve met the dementors.”  

“I’m hiding in my worst enemy’s home.” He said after a moment.  

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Had Severus heard Black right? He was saying he wasn't handsome? Twelve years really had changed the other man. Sirius had changed, and it made a lump appear in Severus' throat. This was horrible. Even though he had wished Sirius would change, this didn't seem right. He wasn't himself, and it wasn't a good thing. The man in front of him was scarred, probably for life. Severus didn't know how to feel. He simply tilted his head and stared at the man. 

There seemed to be something in Sirius' eyes that Severus couldn't quite comprehend. It seemed to be eating the other man up and Severus couldn't stop it. He placed his hand on Black's shoulder, and wondered what he was thinking. Everyone had hated this man, yet Severus wasn't entirely convinced that it was him. James was his best friend, why would Sirius do something like that? And Lily. The Sirius Sev had known would have died before betraying his friends. Of course, he would betray Severus any day, but not a Gryffindor like James or Lily. Severus was angry at himself as he felt a tear form in his eye at the memory of Lily. She was the best friend anyone could ask for, yet she was gone. Severus had done a lot wrong, such as being a double agent yet he was still here. It just didn't make sense. It seemed like only the good died young. 

Suddenly Severus felt guilty about mentioning Azkaban. "I'm sorry I had to mention it," Severus mumbled, his voice soft and filled with the pain of witnessing someone just out of the soul sucking prison that so many had tried, and failed, to escape. Except Sirius. Severus was overcome with pride. His lip tightened and then relaxed into a smile. "Good to see you back, Black." For the first time ever, Severus actually felt some sympathy and a little happy for Sirius. "Time really does change people, and you had me worried for a moment that you weren't going to be yourself ever again." He admitted, his relief apparent.

"Well don't just sit here," Severus nodded towards the door. "There are tons of people who will want to talk to you, Mr. Popular."

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Gryffindors.

[lilyflower-evans]

I can’t believe you actually read that filth. You’re disgusting.

[mr-severus-snape]

It's nothing compared to what you would get in a brothel, to be honest. And it takes longer to finish.

[mr-severus-snape]

Gryffindors.

[lilyflower-evans]

That’s far too much information. But, as it happens, I really would not like to borrow it. My love life is perfectly fine as it is, I don’t need ridiculous erotic books. 

[mr-severus-snape]

If you are perfectly sure. Well Congratulations. Neither do I, but they are made up of words and words are good.

[mr-severus-snape]

Gryffindors.

[lilyflower-evans]

You’re the one bringing up erotic fiction, not me. 

[mr-severus-snape]

You could have dismissed it, but now that you've mentioned it.. I have a copy of fifty shades of green that Dumbledore loaned to me. I'd be more than happy to give it to you to help you spice up your life or something. Just an idea.

[mr-severus-snape]

Gryffindors.

[lilyflower-evans]

I’m not entirely sure how to respond to that, considering how inappropriate that is.

[mr-severus-snape]

It's only inappropriate if you make it so.

[mr-severus-snape]

Gryffindors.

[lilyflower-evans]

No. I think you’re reading into things too much, Snape.

[mr-severus-snape]

Must be something to do with the fact that books aren't much good as an alternative to company, no matter how erotic the author tries to make them.

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Gryffindors.

[lilyflower-evans]

It’s Rita bloody Skeeter, she’ll lie about anything if she thinks it’ll get a rise out of you. 

[mr-severus-snape]

Was that supposed to have a more suggestive meaning than intended?

[mr-severus-snape]

Gryffindors.

[lilyflower-evans]

Rita Skeeter’s not exactly renowned for spreading the truth. And, in this case, I can assure you whatever you’ve heard is a lie.

[mr-severus-snape]

Ah, but there is an essence of truth in every lie. Plus, she is a... tolerable acquaintance to have, I must admit. I don't see why she would exactly lie about something so simple; she's more into the bigger, juicer gossip.

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Gryffindors.

[lilyflower-evans]

Despite their slightly worrying obsession with Quidditch, they’re fantastic friends. I’m rather lucky in that aspect, to have friends like them.

[mr-severus-snape]

I heard through the grapevine, which obviously means the fabulous Rita Skeeter, that perhaps someone lied to you. Great friends don't lie, dear.

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Gryffindors.

[lilyflower-evans]

Being afraid of flying has nothing to do with it, after all I’m not the one doing the flying. Besides you can’t have mates like mine and not know a thing or two about Quidditch.

[mr-severus-snape]

Well I'm impressed. You've gone from not caring in the slightest about the game to questioning me on what I know about it because of your friends. They must be great fun at parties...

[mr-severus-snape]

Gryffindors.

[lilyflower-evans]

And since when did you know anything about Quidditch?

[mr-severus-snape]

Since I joined Hogwarts and read Quidditch through the ages when I was bored and needed some light reading. I'd have to ask you the same question; after all you were afraid of flying, were you not?

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Gryffindors.

They actually think they can win the yearly house cup and Quidditch. 

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A friendly reunion. || Severus&Sirius (after 1st War)

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What had happened to everything he knew? The old life, the jokes, Hogwarts, laughs, parties, when his problems were resumed in two parts: Black family and pranks. When he still could talk to his little brother when Regulus needed a shoulder, and all the fights against his own feelings for Marlene Mckinnon. The time when Lily and Ted gave the Marauders the longest lectures about how badly they were behaving. All of it was taken by a sick desire for power, and his family was part of it.

Sometimes Sirius had the impression the faces in the Tapestry were staring at him with glances full of rage. He noticed all of those faces had a hint of madness and wondered if he had it too. Probably, after all, he never had to tell people he was a Black – they’d guess by his look, mainly the light eyes.

All his thoughts were chases away by a voice, and he knew that voice like no one else. The owner was once his favorite target, but it was so long ago he didn’t see Severus Snape that his voice sounded like one in a dream. Sirius’ eyes looked up to face his old enemy, and Sirius noticed he hadn’t changed a bit. The man grinned at the other’s words, taking care not to raise Padfoot from the dust. Otherwise, they’d certainly behave like the sixteen stupid boys they once were. “And you’re just as ugly as I remembered.” His words weren’t meant to sound like a cruel and immature mock, but only one of Sirius’ terrible jokes. Severus was one of the few memories Sirius had of his happy youth, and he didn’t want to push it away. “What brings you here, ol’ mate?”  

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Severus rolled his eyes at Sirius' comment about his appearance. "Well, you haven't become more handsome in Azkaban yourself." It was true, the man before his eyes had long, matted hair. He wasn't his usual trimmed self. Well, the usual before he was imprisoned, that was.

"Dumbledore sent me, of course." Snape smirked. Dumbledore trusted him, even if no one else did. It was things like that simple thing that made Severus love the man, as annoying and idiotic as he may be. Severus paced the room, looking at every little object he could lay eyes on. "How was it, by the way?" Snape was not going to sound as if the man before him made his blood boil, no. He was going to be friendly, maybe. Perhaps asking him about the twelve years he had spent locked up was unnecessarily mean, but it was something that had often intrigued Sev.

"What are you doing here, by the way?" Severus asked, his eyes growing dark. The fact that he could easily hand this man over to the dementors made him feel superior for once in his life. For too long Severus had lived in fear of the marauders, but now it was his time to feel stronger.

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A friendly reunion. || Severus&Sirius (after 1st War)

The sky was turningt dark once more, and it meant family was coming home again. All the Weasleys, Ninphadora and Remus, Hermione and Harry, all of them meeting for a Christmas supper at Grimmauld Place. Nothing could bring more joy to Sirius; after spending twelve years of his youth locked in a cage and not being able to see his friends, his family. The more he tried to build a new life out of what was left, the more his past chased after him. He tried his hardest not to involve his godson in his confusion, but every time he looked at Harry, Sirius saw James, and a strong impulse of telling him everything that was going wrong burned within his heart. But Molly already warned him, ‘Sirius, Harry is not James’. It hit him like a flaming arrow.

While people didn’t arrive, Sirius decided to do as the old times. He sat on his mother’s favorite armchair, staring at the Tapestry. The first face his eyes caught was, of course, Bellatrix’s. He didn’t know what she looked like about that time, but in the past she had this rare, exceptional beauty what increased her magical power. All because of those cruel eyes he once loved so much. Now, he thought, her madness probably took control of her splendor. Different from Narcissa, of course. She’d always be the most beautiful woman of the family, but time and constant concern had brought her some wrinkles, but nothing that made her lovely face and deep blue eyes fade. After a moment, he looked at Andromeda’s burnt face. What a pride Sirius had to say they were relatives. She was the first to break free in order to make her dreams come true. Andie inspired him as no one ever did. Things came out quite good for her. Unfortunately, Sirius couldn’t tell the same.         

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Severus had groaned when Dumbledore had mentioned that he had to go and show his face at the Order. He had more important things to do, like harass children and mark stupid, wrong essays. Why should he have to go to the Order? Why couldn't they come here? They had the ability to apparate to just outside Hogwarts, and they could use the floo network. But no, Severus had to go to their headquarters, and talk to people he had no intentions of speaking to. Not politely, anyway.

Grumbling, Severus entered Grimmauld Place. It was cold, and raining. Why did the stupid thing take so long to open anyway? How pointless, he mumbled as the hidden place came into view. Sighing, he walked to the door and shook his hair out. He hated having wet hair. He opened the door and walked in, nodding to a few people and then making his way to 'his' place. The place with the armchair.

He reached the room, and saw someone else sitting in it. "Why you son of a muggle and a wit-" He stopped, recognising the face sitting in it. His lip tightened and his face went pale. "Sirius Black...." He whispered, the name sounding weird on his tongue. This man was in Azkaban; why was he here? Then he remembered the Daily Prophet's headline. He'd escaped Azkaban. "Well well well," Severus began. "You're smarter than I thought you were, Sirius Black."