HBWnovel Chapter 13 Part 13
Chapter 13 Part 13
"Remus, what time is it?" Sirius asked, putting down his pen.
"10:30." The werewolf rubbed his eyes, moved his shoulders and lowered his head again.
Sirius Black straightened his neck and looked towards the porch. There was still no movement there. He stared blankly for a while and then stood up. The chair and the floor made an ancient sound of friction, and the heir of the Black family slowly walked to the window.
The windows of No. 12 Grimmauld Place use magic to obtain the scenery outside the house. Although the shape of the building cannot be seen from the outside, the street outside the house can still be seen from inside the house. Sirius opened the curtains, and the street lamps looked like fluorescent balls hanging in the sky under the night. The road was extremely quiet, and there was no pedestrian.
"He's been gone for more than four hours." Sirius looked at it for a while, then turned around and said.
"What did you say?"
"Severus Snape, Voldemort saw him alone, he has been gone for more than four hours."
"Are you worried about him, Sirius?" Remus twirled the pen in his hand. "He'll be fine."
"How do you know he'll be fine?" Sirius walked back to the table. In the main hall, Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, Arthur, Fred, and George were all sitting on both sides of the long table, arranging the materials in their hands—it was already The fifth day after the assembly of the Order of the Phoenix was also the last day of 1997. Two days later, it was the day to meet the Death Eaters, and everyone dared not stop.
Like now, they are all sitting around the largest table in Black's old house, preparing the material.
"Moony, are you listening to me? Why did Voldemort want to see him alone? Snape and I were both there when he gave this order, why did he only say he wanted to see Snape this time?" Sirius walked up to Remus and patted him shoulders.
"I don't know either." Remus drew a circle on the paper with a pen, without looking up.
"Remus!" Sirius snatched Remus' pen, "You didn't answer seriously at all."
"Sirius," Remus looked up, the werewolf who hadn't shaved for a few days looked a bit scruffy, "what's wrong with you?"
The gray-eyed man stared at his friend for a while, sighed, and returned the pen to him dejectedly, "I'm sorry, Remus, I'm just a little anxious."
"What happened between you and Snape?" Tonks asked, without looking up, his right hand still recording the contents of the parchment. "It's only four and a half hours. I remember years ago, you were happier if he didn't come to the meeting."
"That's because I didn't know he was summoned by Voldemort," Sirius said.
Tonks looked up, looking straight into Sirius' eyes.
"Well, I admit, my feelings towards Snape have definitely changed." Sirius turned away from Tonks' questioning gaze.
"Are you in love with him?" Remus glanced at his old friend, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Sounds kind of bad." Sirius raised his hand and beat his right brain. "But it seems to be so... Damn, I think I must have eaten something bad."
Fred chuckled, "Maybe it's our product, you know, our love potions are usually pretty strong."
"How could I eat that kind of shit!" Sirius said, frowning, "Don't be kidding me."
The people on both sides of the table laughed together. Everyone sitting here knew the relationship between Sirius Black and Severus Snape very well.All too familiar with the routine of bickering, insults and wand pulling that followed their meeting, Sirius' sudden change in attitude towards Snape had seemed comical to everyone in recent days.
"Laugh, laugh enough." Sirius was angry that his feelings were being ridiculed.
"Okay, Sirius, I'm sorry. Did you tell him?" Tonks asked.
"Not yet," Sirius said, "I don't know how to say it, let alone what he will think if I say it."
"Tell him, we don't know when we'll be out of this world." Remus said, ignoring Tonks' reproachful eyes, "but I guess Snape will think you're crazy."
"I know," Sirius considered Remus' words, "I know it does sound crazy, how much I used to hate him." Sirius said, as if trying to recapture his old self, "arrogant, mean, unkind , and the hair is so greasy, I don't know how often he washes it. And the nose..."
"Precise evaluation." A deep voice came from behind him.
Sirius turned abruptly—
Severus Snape stood in the porch of 12 Grimmauld Place, half of his body sunk into the dim shadows, blending into his black robes, and Sirius could see his eyes, which gleamed with the same disgust as ever.
"Snape!" The person he had been expecting to meet finally came before him. Sirius hurriedly turned and stepped forward, but he didn't know what to say when he walked to the other person's side. "You're back." He thought for a while and finally said.
"I think it's obvious."
"Severus!" Remus rose to greet him. "Sit down and rest," he told Snape.The black-haired man glanced at Sirius but didn't take a step forward, his whole body was still standing in the shadows, and the light in the living room could only shine on one of his arms.
"Small talk at work is indeed a Gryffindor custom," Snape said, looking casually at the Order's work papers on the desk.
Remus and Sirius spoke simultaneously.
"What did Voldemort tell you?" Remus asked.
"What happened to your hand?" Sirius asked.
Snape looked at the two people in front of him, and then looked down at his hand, which was slightly scratched. "Two things in a nutshell. First, Voldemort bribed the waiter—or, the Imperius Curse, but it doesn't make much difference. So when he went recently, he took care to hide himself and not touch any food. Second, he increased his manpower. ’ said Snape.
In order to seize the opportunity, Sirius suggested that the meeting place with the Death Eaters be set at the Muggle restaurant he and Snape had been to.It was dimly lit, and Sirius knew every nook and cranny from his frequent visits, which worked to the Order's advantage.
"You haven't answered my question yet," Sirius said.
"Abrasion," Snape said. "Excuse me, ask about the wound of an arrogant, mean, unfriendly, greasy-haired, ugly man, Black, gloating?"
"You can just answer 'abrasion' without saying the second half, Snape." Sirius said, looking into Snape's eyes, he wanted to take a closer look at the other person, and after the two experiences at Malfoy Manor, he was very concerned about Snape's being there. The local situation is no longer optimistic.
"Maybe you still remember that the second half of the sentence was said by you, and I was just repeating it."
"Snape, you sure are mean."
"Boys," Tonks said, frowning, "this is not the time to argue." She looked at Sirius reproachfully, "Maybe we should let Severus in so we can update our plans in detail with the latest changes ?”
Sirius was silent.
Snape stepped forward, the light of the living room gradually fell on him, and Sirius suddenly noticed that the man looked very tired - pale, with sunken eyes, although in his mind, Snape's physical quality had always been questionable, but judging from his current From the look on his face, he must have not had a good night's sleep for a long time.
It seems that this matter has indeed consumed a lot of his energy. Sirius thought.
"With all the waiters working for Voldemort, our actions will be greatly constrained," Remus said after Snape sat down in his chair. "What should we do now?"
"I think it's pretty good," George said.
"Mr. Weasley, I think your product is more suitable for playing hide and seek," Snape said.
"The 'twins' problem will never bother Snape," George said, turning to his twin brother. "He just had to call us Mr. Weasley."
"It's so unfair," Fred said, "I mean, it's like he calls our little brother, it's..."
"I heard that Muggles have a machine..." Arthur Weasley interrupted his son's off-topic conversation.
"Come on, Arthur." Molly Weasley came out of the kitchen at some point, with a few plates full of supper floating behind her. "You only know a thing or two about Muggle machines. Remember the 'weeder' you brought home last time? Pity the plants I spent so much effort on."
"Agreed." Fred said.
"Don't forget the 'razor'." George pointed to the bloody scab on his father's chin.
"Listen to me," Arthur said, "Muggle machines are called 'monitors', and there are such things in slightly larger public places. By collecting and summarizing the images, you can see what's going on in the restaurant in one place. every corner of the
"Sounds a lot more complicated than a lawnmower." Molly put the plate on the table, and the aroma immediately entered everyone's nostrils. "Although it does seem to be of great help, are you sure you can use it?"
"First of all, it's better to control than a lawnmower." Arthur's expression was a little unnatural, obviously he also had bad memories of "weedmower". "Just keep a few people watching, and rush over if there is a problem. Now we have to solve how to enter the room where the monitor is placed."
"It's practical," Kingsley said. "Remus, make it a plan."
"There is one more problem." Sirius said, on the day of the operation, he would come from the Death Eater camp with Snape as Peter, and needed to complete the connection with the Order of the Phoenix on the spot. "Our original way of connecting is to use the waiter and the menu. Now the waiter is used by the Death Eaters. We also need to change the way."
"Okay," Remus said as he took notes. "It's only been two days, and there are so many things to do." He pointed to the items listed on the list. "Let's finish the matter at hand first," he looked at the time, "Let's discuss it in two hours."
Everyone nodded and sat back in their seats. Remus handed Snape a set of materials, and Snape took it with a blank expression and began to read it.
Sirius looked out the window, the branches were shaking desperately, all the remaining leaves on the tree suddenly fell off, fluttering in the sky above the street, like a swarm of butterflies.However, these were images refracted by magic, and he couldn't hear the wind. Sirius squinted to check the time displayed on the clock tower across the street: 11:47.
13 minutes until New Years Eve.
He sat down quietly, just across from Snape, the whole Grimmauld Place was plunged into the dark atmosphere of war, and there was no trace of New Year's image - except for everyone to eat a small cake baked by Molly from time to time .
Sirius also picked up the cake and took a bite. Mrs. Weasley's craftsmanship was great, and the cake tasted very sweet, which reminded Sirius of the Great Hall and elves in Hogwarts.He ran away from home towards the end of sixth grade, and so, on New Year's Day in 1977, for the first time, the eldest Black son didn't spend New Year's Eve sitting around a warm fire in his lavish mansion.
Sitting alone in the school hall on New Year's Eve, no fireworks, no frolic, no presents, and for Sirius Black, who has just turned 17, solitude is his companion - a terrible rite of passage.
Although strictly speaking, he is not completely unaccompanied.
Severus Snape was also sitting in the auditorium, two long tables away from him, and Sirius stuffed the pastry into his mouth, sneaking a glance at the boy who was more withdrawn than himself. Snape didn't seem to have any displeasure on his face, in fact, it had been his expression for a long time - at this moment, he was holding a book and reading it carefully while eating Same pastries as Sirius.
There were only the two of them in the entire auditorium, but they were far apart, and Sirius suspected that he might not be able to see his gesture clearly even if he pointed the middle finger at the other party.
Don't pretend you're easy to learn. Sirius thought disdainfully, taking a copy of the Quidditch Monthly from his bag at the same time.
However, he couldn't calm down. The flying brooms and flying team flags on the book seemed to be unable to grab his full attention. Sirius seemed to be able to hear a small voice coming from the other side of the long table two tables away from him. He felt that He could hear the sound of Snape chewing the cake, turning the pages of the book, breathing... even, the sound of his heart beating.All these voices twisted together, making him more and more irritable.
"Enough!" He finally couldn't help but burst out, "Huo" stood up, put his hands on the table, and yelled at the other party. "Snotling! You're too noisy!"
Snape looked up, with a momentary look of surprise on his face. Obviously, in the eyes of others, Snape was so quiet that it was almost impossible to notice his presence.
"You're making so much noise, I can't even read!" Sirius yelled.
"You're hallucinating. Besides, I don't think you need such a quiet environment to read the Quidditch Monthly." Snape rubbed his eyes and said, which made him look very dismissive, which aroused Sirius' anger.
"You're flattering me, Snape, I'm just good at hearing," Siirus said, "Besides, what book do I read..." At this point, he suddenly stopped talking, and after a moment of froze, a smile suddenly appeared on his face . "Snape, may I ask, how did you know what I was reading?"
The boy on the opposite side froze for a moment, then knit his eyebrows together, and at the same time, the color of his face changed subtly. "I saw it."
Contrary to Snape's expectations, Sirius came running towards him. "Can you really see it?" The handsome Gryffindor stood beside him, then bent down, approached Snape, and looked at the place where he was sitting just now.
Sirius' face was next to Snape's, and the dark-haired boy was uncomfortable with the sudden change.
"Why can't I see?" Sirius straightened up after observing for a moment.
"Perhaps your hearing has robbed you of part of your vision."
"No, let me think about it—" Sirius turned and sat halfway on the table, crossing his hands over his chest.Then, he picked up the ink bottle Snape was holding and poured the contents into Snape's pastry bowl.
"What are you doing!" Snape yelled, trying to grab his own bowl, which Sirius had already lifted into the air. "Ah! Almighty Merlin! Write a prophecy on the cake with ink! Crack! Crack! Crack!" Sirius pretended to make a strange sound, then put down the bowl, and observed the ink marks on the cake seriously.
"The prophecy says that you have been watching me from the corner of your eye just now." After watching for a while, Sirius raised his head with a sly smile on his face.
"Happy New Years, boys," came McGonagall's voice before Snape could strike back.The two turned their heads at the same time, and saw the headmistress holding two bags in her hand.
"There are gifts prepared for you by the school, as well as some simple hand-held fireworks, you go to the yard to play, the elves are going to clean the Great Hall." McGonagall handed them the bag, turned around and left, gently Said lightly:
"Two poor children."
Perhaps touched by these words, the two wizards who had just grown up thought of their encounters with each other. When the first bell rang in 1977, they were standing together in the empty space in front of Hogwarts Castle, each holding a firework in their hands, and the orange flames "squeaked" It emits light and noise, but compared to the snowflakes flying in the sky, the castle that has not changed for a thousand years, and the whole world singing carols, this flame is extremely small. Its light is only enough to illuminate these two homeless teenagers Lost cheeks.
With a sound of "Dang", the bell rang. Sirius came back from the memory, still holding half of Mrs. Weasley's pastry in his hand.He suddenly remembered something, looked up and looked out the window, the hour and minute hands of the clock tower coincided: New Year is here.
He forgot that it was working time, that in less than forty-eight hours they were going to fight. Sirius stood up, opened his arms—
"Happy New Year!!!" he yelled, Sirius Black's life hardly had any moments to celebrate the New Year, and he didn't want to miss any of them. "The disgustingly dreary 1997 is finally gone!!!"
"Peng"!
The moment after Sirius yelled, there was an explosion sound in the room—two colored balls rose slowly, rushed to the roof, and then exploded violently, filling the whole room with colorful scraps of paper, followed by , the sound of fireworks bursting came, everyone followed the prestige, and saw Fred and George laughing, holding a lot of miniature fireworks products from the joke store and lighting them one by one: golden yellow, silver white, light green, bright red—— All kinds of light filled the entire No. 12 Grimmauld Place in an instant, and everyone's pupils became colorful at this moment, as if this was not winter, but midsummer, and everyone was surrounded by gorgeous fireworks.Everyone stood up, and in this small living room, amidst Mrs. Black's screams, they hugged each other and wished each other New Year's greetings.
Everyone has a smile on their faces, as if the world is as beautiful as this room, as if they will never die because of the war, as if they will always be together and accompany each other.
Only Severus Snape was still sitting on the chair, looking up at the fireworks that Fred and George lit became more and more crazy, his upturned face was reflected by the light of the fireworks—
Just like when a Gryffindor helped him light the first fireworks in front of the Hogwarts grounds in 1977.
It was the first time in his life that he lit fireworks.
A hand was on his shoulder.
Snape turned his head and saw Sirius Black standing behind him looking at him, holding his hand before he could react, and when he let go, Snape found a hand-held fireworks lying in his hand.
"Much prettier than the ones we made in school," Sirius said.
Snape looked straight at the man in front of him.
"Happy New Year, Snape," Sirius said.
"I thought you'd use a more casual title." Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Happy New Year, Snotlite." Sirius smiled, grinned, and took Snape's other hand.
"Happy New Year, mongrel dog," Snape said, and a firework exploded behind him, although it wasn't obvious, Sirius could see in the orange light that Severus Snape was smiling slightly.
That's how 1997 went.
The author has something to say:
Sirius' denial that I accidentally took the love potion was my complaint about "AfterAll, ILoveYou"... It's so fun to complain about my own articles. =. =
Severus could feel Sirius' concern for him, and when Remus asked him about Voldemort, Sirius only noticed the scratches on his hands, so it must have been warm in his heart.
Then continue with "I was in love when I was young but I didn't realize it". When I wrote the last sentence, I thought of Ka's "Escape", which suddenly made me sad...
For everyone in this room, though the war is at hand, whether they are about to die or not, it will be their happy memory.
Although it is not the final battle, I will write it with my heart!
I am so happy to see your reply! =wwww=