Author: Pixie-Rings
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Genre: romance, angst, adventure
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Belongs to J.K Rowling. If I were she, I'd be rich, which is a reason not to sue me. I own nothing except the clothes on my back, the glasses on my face and the cats on my sofa. Actually, the sofa is my landlady's.
Warning: Gryffinwhore!Sirius
Summary: When something happens to the mirror in the bathroom, Sirius finds himself in swapped places with the Sirius from another world.
A/n: Yes, inspired by Fullmoondreams's Trouble series. I hope was original enough so you won't kick me out for plagiarism, however.
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Sirius tottered into the bathroom, still half-asleep. He rubbed his eyes and did his business, already thinking of heading back to bed and snuggling back into Remus's embrace. As he shook the last drops and went to wash his hands he glanced in the mirror, ever attentive to his looks. He ran a hand through his hair out of habit to make it sit better, then left and went back to the dorm.
He snuggled back into bed with a sigh, burying his head in Remus's chest before falling back asleep.
He was awoken by a yell of horror. With a yelp he fell backwards off the bed, hitting his shoulder on the stone floor with a grunt.
"What is it, Moony?" James demanded from across the room, followed by the whooshing sound of hangings being wrenched open. Sirius straightened and looked at Remus with a raised eyebrow. The boy was frozen on the bed, wearing his pyjamas (funny… He didn't remember Remus wearing his pyjama top last night) and staring at him in fear.
"What'd you scream like that for, Moonshine?" He asked.
"Moonshine?" Asked James, who was standing watching them with his arms folded.
"What were you doing in my bed?" Demanded Remus in a quavering voice. Sirius looked from one to other, completely bewildered.
"Is this a joke, or something?" He asked, ghosting a grin. James was still frowning at him.
"You've never called Remus that before," he said slowly. Sirius stood, rubbing his shoulder and laughed.
"I always call Remus Moonshine," He said, "I have since fifth year." Remus and James exchanged a look of mingled puzzlement and worry.
"Are you… Are you alright, Padfoot?" Remus asked tentatively. Sirius looked at him.
"Why shouldn't I be? And since when do you call me 'Padfoot' anymore?"
James unfolded his arms and ran a hand through his hair. "What are you talking about?"
But Sirius was staring at the emblem on James's baggy t-shirt. Ever since he'd met James, Sirius had known he was a fan of the Wimbourne Wasps. That was one of the reasons they'd become friends: same Quidditch team. But now he wasn't wearing one of the many Wimbourne Wasps t-shirts he used for pyjamas, but a Montrose Magpies one.
"What are you wearing?" Sirius demanded, pointing at it. James looked down and plucked at his shirt.
"My usual pyjamas. Why?" He asked. Sirius shook his head.
"But you're not a Magpie fan! You support the Wasps!" He said.
"What's going on?" someone asked in a sleepy mumble. Peter had joined the fray now, rubbing his head tiredly.
"Padfoot's lost his mind," said James.
"No I bloody well haven't," Sirius countered fiercely. "You lot have! Has Snivellus done something to you?"
Remus stood slowly, his eyes never leaving Sirius as if he was afraid he would pounce, looking at him like he was a dangerous animal escaped from a zoo.
"Are you sure you're alright, Sirius? Nothing… happened to you last night, did it?" He asked. Sirius groaned in frustration.
"I just got up, went to the loo and went back to bed. Nothing out of the ordinary." He said.
"Did you drink anything?" Peter asked. Sirius glared at him.
"Oh, yeah, while I was at it I went on a total booze binge down in the Three Broomsticks." He snapped sarcastically. "No, I didn't. I just washed my hands, looked in the mirror and went back to bed. Nothing special."
"Maybe something happened in the bathroom," suggested James. They all headed in there, just to see the reflection of the bathroom… No, not a reflection of the bathroom. The bathroom they were seeing was empty.
Sirius pressed a flat palm to the glass of the mirror.
"What the..?" Breathed James, tapping the glass curiously.
"Something weird's going on," Said Peter in a frightened squeak, master of the obvious. Sirius growled and pounded on the glass.
"It must be something to do with this mirror…" He muttered.
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Remus woke up slowly, and yawned. He was about to snuggle back down, when he realised he was lacking something next to him. Something warm and loving that was usually there. He looked up groggily, moved the hangings and glanced across to his own bed. The hangings were closed, and he didn't remember closing them at all. In fact, he hadn't closed them in months, because he never used the bed if he could avoid it (which he usually could).
"Pads?" He asked drowsily. There was no response. With another yawn he sat up and moved over to his own bed and opened the hangings.
"What're you doing in my bed, Siri?" Remus asked, puzzled.
Sirius winced at the early morning light that hit him straight in the face and rolled over.
"It's my bed, Moony, you know that…" He muttered. The next moment, Peter's alarm clock went off and the other two occupants of the dormitory began to stir, Peter waking up before James as usual.
"Hey… Woss Sir doin' in yer bed, Rem?" He asked tiredly, his hair in funny directions. James grunted and rose, wraithlike, from his own blankets.
"Didja fight?" He asked, getting up and moving over to where Remus was standing, arms folded across his scarred chest, bewildered.
"I don't think so," he replied, looking down at Sirius, who had dragged his pillow over his head at the sound of Peter's alarm.
"Did you bite him?" Peter asked with a grin, now fully awake and being the morning person he was. Remus gave him a withering look and turned back to Sirius, leaning over.
"Siri, love, are you angry with me about something?" He asked, placing a hand on Sirius's bare shoulder. At that Sirius jerked away and sat up like a scared bird.
"What did you call me?" He demanded, glaring at Remus heatedly. Remus's hand was still holding thin air and he lowered it slowly.
"What I always call you?" He suggested tentatively, looking to James and Peter for confirmation. Sirius, to the shock of the other three, sneered.
"Is this some sort of joke?" He asked. "Because it's not funny."
James and Peter looked at each other, and then James looked at Sirius.
"It's not a joke, Padfoot. He always calls you that, like you always call him Moonshine."
"Or Moony love," added Peter, wincing slightly that that had come out of his mouth. Sirius looked at them all and burst out laughing.
"Come on, guys… Quit joking." He said.
The other three remained deadly serious.
"We're not joking," said James earnestly. Sirius looked at all of them.
"You must be. I'm not gay." He said. At that James and Peter burst out laughing, and Remus stared.
"Not gay? Padfoot, there's no bigger shirt-lifter than you within the walls of Hogwarts." James crowed.
Their hilarity was interrupted by thumping from the bathroom. It was Peter that went to have a look.
He stared. There was their bathroom, but it was not merely a reflection. There was a Sirius, who stopped pounding on the glass when he saw Peter, and broke into a relieved smile. There were also another James, another Remus and another himself. Peter's jaw dropped when his other self waved. Then he uttered a blood-curdling yell and fled from the bathroom in shock.
"What? What, Wormtail?" James asked. Peter raised a shaking hand and pointed to the bathroom, white as a sheet. Both James and Remus went to the bathroom to see what had scared Peter so, and gaped at the mirror.
"SIRIUS!" Remus yelled, running towards the mirror and pressing his palms to the glass, against Sirius's on the other side.
"Moony!" The Sirius on the other side of the glass mouthed happily, looking relieved.
"What?" Asked the other Sirius entering the bathroom and also gaping at the mirror.
Remus had half-climbed onto the sink and was feeling along the edges of the mirror desperately.
"There must be a way to get him back! Sirius, can you hear me, love?" He pleaded to his Sirius. Sirius pointed to his ears and shook his head. Then turned around and ordered something to the other Marauders in the room, and Peter rushed back to the dorm.
Meanwhile, Remus was looking not only at Sirius, but at his other self, surreptitiously. He could see a longing deep in the other Remus's eyes as he watched Remus and Sirius from an anonymous corner of the bathroom, and it broke Remus's heart. Evidently there was something wrong here. He glanced back to the other Sirius, and noted he hadn't acknowledged anything, and hadn't even rushed to the mirror in desperation.
"Make yourself useful and go get some parchment and a quill." He said, feeling a rush of anger at the arrogantly bored way he stood there, looking down his nose at everyone. This Sirius from the other side of the mirror looked thoroughly offended but did as he was told, muttering about 'Remuses who don't know their place…'.
His Sirius glared after the other with obvious dislike, until the Peter on his side returned with a quill and parchment. The Sirius on Remus's side also returned, and Remus quickly scribbled a message on the parchment.
[I]What happened?[/I]
Sirius scrawled an answer.
[I]I haven't the faintest fucking idea.[/I]
[I]Don't worry, love, we'll get you back.[/I] Remus wrote back, pressing his palm to the cold glass. Sirius pressed his palm against Remus's, swallowing back tears.
"How?" He mouthed.
Remus reluctantly took his hand away to write, [I]I don't know yet, but we'll find a way.[/I]
It was then Peter said they had better get ready for breakfast, and Remus and Sirius quickly wrote 'I love you' on their respective pieces of parchment before reluctantly tearing themselves away from each other.
"Well, that was a disgusting display." Muttered the other Sirius. Remus gave him a contemptuous look and quickly changed, as did James and Peter. By the time they were ready, however, Sirius still wasn't. Remus stared.
"Why aren't you set?" He asked. Sirius snorted.
"I'm not going down to breakfast where people think I'm queer," he said haughtily. James gave him a look of blatant dislike.
"How can this even be a Sirius at all? He's nothing like our Sirius. He's a jerk." He said, repulsed. Peter nodded. Remus shrugged.
"We have to be patient until we get our Sirius back," he said, "and you, get dressed." He ordered to the other Sirius. Sirius folded his arms and gave him a coldly disobedient look.
"Why?"
"Well, you can't not go to lessons," said Remus, folding his arms. Sirius eyed him with a sneer.
"What gives you the authority to..?"
Remus's cold glare shut him up. "I am a prefect, and you will do as I bloody well say. Now get dressed and down to breakfast before I make you." He growled. Sirius swallowed and nodded, leaping to the other Sirius's trunk and pulling his robes out. James rubbed his temples.
"This is going to be a long day."
"Tell me about it." Muttered Remus.
Yes, this Sirius was much worse. He winked and wolf-whistled at any vaguely good-looking skirt that went by, even going as far as to tell Mary McDonald she looked good. Alice and Lily stared, while Mary giggled and blushed.
"Are you sick, Black?" Alice asked. Sirius grinned cheekily.
"Want to take my temperature, Gibson?" He asked lewdly.
Remus growled and dragged Sirius away down a side-corridor, shouting a sorry after Lily and her friends. Once they were out of earshot, Sirius ripped his arm from Remus grip.
"Don't touch me!" He snarled. Remus glowered back.
"Don't care how the fuck you act in your own world, but you're not giving Sirius a bad reputation in this one!"
Sirius looked at him derisively, his lip curling. "As if being a fag isn't bad enough a reputation. Disgusting." He added, shaking his head.
That was the last straw. Remus raised his fist, about to punch Sirius, but James beat him to it, his closed fist colliding squarely with Sirius's jaw.
"Call my mates fags again and I [I]swear[/I] you won't father an heir for that sick family of yours!" He said viciously, turning away and storming off. Sirius looked after him, bewildered, rubbing his jaw. He glanced at Remus, who merely gave him a look that said, 'you deserved that', and followed James and Peter.
"I think we should go to McGonagall." Said Peter. James sighed and slowed his pace from the furious stomp to a sedate stroll.
"She might not believe us." He said.
"We can't go to McGonagall. We have to go to Dumbledore." Said Remus. "He'll know what to do."
He didn't dare voice his terror that they might not get Sirius back at all.