Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter, and I am not having any profit with this story. It's just for fun, really.


Prologue

Last thing I remembered, I was sleeping in my bed back home, but then I was waking up at some strange couch. It was definitely not the one in my parents' house nor the one in my apartment. And looking around, I clearly wasn't at any of these sitting rooms. This place was completely unknown to me. The room was rather large, the walls were a dark shade of brown, the roof was taller than I was used to seeing, and the furniture was dark, old and dusty. The smell was strange, too. It reminded me of one old church I had visited once. It was silent and there was no one around and the first thing I thought was that I might be here as a hostage. But I was free to walk and move. I looked at the corners of the walls for cameras, or mirrors and glasses that could hide anything, but found nothing suspicious. Figuring I should probably try to get away from here, I walked silently towards the entrance of this room, hoping to find a door that led to the streets. Sneaking my head to look and see if someone was outside, I saw only a very old fashioned entrance hall, but not taking time to analize it, I stepped towards what looked like a door. Would it be open?

"Filthy mudbloods! Polluting my father's house!"

I heard a woman screaming and jumped about half a meter, startled. Then, not really wanting to stay behind and see what would happen, I bolted for the door, turning the doorknob and praying it would open. But it didn't. The woman was still screaming, but I didn't see anyone around. There were weird looking heads hanging in the walls, but they couldn't be the ones speaking. They didn't even look like real stuff, probably just some really bad taste in art. Maybe there were speakers somewhere. Inside these heads? I searched for a place to hide, but the closest place was the room I woke up in. Panic was taking its hold on me, the adrenaline had made me try and run, but now it was bringing me to the next option. Fight.

That was when I heard footsteps coming down a flight of stairs I hadn't paid atention to before. I grabbed a vase in a shelf nearby, ready to throw it, but it snapped in my hands and turned into dust, and I was just too scared to do anything else, when he walked into the hall, holding a stick in front of him.

"Who the hell are you?" he barked.

"Who the hell are you? Did you bring me here?" I was scared to death, but I was trying to be brave and pretend I could put up a fight if necessary.

"How did you get here? Did Dumbledore send you?" He asked, and lowered the stick he was holding a small bit, but it was still definitely pointing at me, and I felt it was supposed to be intimidating, but it was a bloody wood stick. Wait. Did he just say Dumbledore?

"Dumbl... Aaah, is this some kind of prank? I wonder who imagined it. Are you supposed to be someone I know of?"

"What are you talking about?" he was getting angry now. Good actor, this one.

"Wait, then you're to be Sirius Black, aren't you? And this, this place... Grimmauld place, isn't it? I must admit it is rather impressive". Someone certainly took their time making this place up, the fake house elves heads were an interesting detail. And how did they get the house to smell like it was so old and neglected?

I looked back at the man in front of me, who only stared with his mouth gapping for a moment, before saying "Who the bloody hell are you?"

"Are you an actor? Wait, maybe you're being pranked too! But who set this up?!" I asked no one in particular.

"I'm warning you, I'll stun you if you don't answer" he was looking about to explode in one cloud of annoyance.

I might as well play along.

"I'm Maya Jennings"

"That doesn't tell me much. How did you get here?"

"Well, I was sleeping at home, and then I woke up in that really dusty couch. You should vaccum it, by the way"

"Vaccum? Are you a muggleborn witch?" Again, he seemed to lower the stick – wand, according to the logic he was using – just a small bit.

"Oh no, I'm very muggle, but no witch at all"

"No witch? Did Dumbledore send you here?"

Oh, there it was. The Dumbledore thing again. If I wasn't growing a stupid migraine, I might enjoy this, but I just wasn't in the mood.

"Look, I really love Harry Potter but I just wanna go home so if you would open the –"

"You love Harry? Aren't you a bit... old for him?" He cut me, and called me old in the same sentence, lovely.

"Look, I'm not as young as I was when I first read them, but that doesn't mean I'm –"

"Read what?"

Cut again.

"The books!" My patience now was running low "Could you please just let me out? I need to go home"

"What books?" he almost screamed now.

"the bloody Harry fucking Potter books!" I sighed.

He just looked at me, still pointing the annoying stick towards me. This has to be a prank, right? Because I don't really like the other option right now, something to do with my sanity.

"Are you really Sirius Black?" he said nothing, still staring "maybe I'm dreaming! Maybe I've gone mad!" but really, I was laughing. What was that thing that would help you check if you're awake? I found a clock on the wall and it was working ok. While I checked my hands, I heard him muttering something about agreeing with the mad part.

This felt all too real. Not at all like a dream. Shutting my eyes tight, I tried to wake up.

"What are you doing?" he asked, sounding alarmed.

"Trying to wake up, of course"

"Stop whatever you're doing!"

I ignored him.

"I said stop it!"

And then I blacked out.


Author's note: If any of you ended up here because of my other story, About Family and Changes, I'm so very sorry for not updating it in ages. I will soon, though, promise!

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