the_debt_of_time

"He has not admitted such," Snape muttered. "Yet."
"The Floo, Snivellus!" Sirius barked.
Snape folded his arms across his chest, burying his hands within the sleeves of his
robes. "Very well, it's open for your use. Though it only connects to one place, and I can't
imagine you'll be welcome company."
"I bloody well know where it goes!" Sirius glared at him. "And you're coming with
me."
"Absolutely not," Snape said impassively.
"He's coming to Hogwarts," Sirius said, his voice low and threatening. "Now."
If Snape betrayed any hint of emotion, it was minuscule, but he did silently stalk
toward the Floo as if Sirius's words had sparked something inside him. "Do I want to know
who's on the other end of this?"
"Not enemies."
"How very vague; thank you." Snape rolled his eyes, threw powder into the
fireplace, and spoke aloud, "Malfoy Manor."
"After you." Sirius gestured and watched Snape enter the flames, following him
moments later.
On the other end of the Floo, they exited a large fireplace and entered the sitting
room at Malfoy Manor cautiously.
The room was lit brightly with beautiful lanterns. Per Narcissa's style, every piece
of furniture matched, all priceless antiques in pristine condition. The floors were well-
polished, exquisite art hung on the walls, and a large chandelier graced the middle of the
room. The very opposite of what the atmosphere of the drawing room had been a month
earlier.
It was not the lovely furniture, the gorgeous art, or the polished floors that drew
Sirius's focus, though. His attention was drawn to the centre of the room where Harry and
Ron had their wands aimed at the Slytherin; Draco, in turn, had his wand aimed back at
Ron. Hermione stood to the side, screaming at the lot of them, the impatient and frustrated
expression on her face rivalling the likes of Molly Weasley.
Snape glowered, crossing his arms and letting out an impatient sigh. "Oh good, our
world is saved."
"What the hell's going on here!?" Sirius demanded.