Chapter 1 Sirius

It was not a nice feeling, falling and being unable to move, to try and stop said falling. Still it was what Sirius tried to do, without result

He knew that he wasn't dead; his cousin had not used the killing curse after all. 'Something to be happy about', he thought with a mental chuckle since he couldn't speak.

So, he wasn't dead. He also wasn't safe; safe in Sirius's world did not cope with falling in darkness while being immobile.
In other words, he was screwed.

Just as he once more tried to move his wand, something crashed into his forehead and the darkness around him slipped into his mind as he promptly blacked out.

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Something was whizzing. It was annoying and it got louder the more aware Sirius became of it. He tried to open his eyes. Light. Too much light. He groaned and blinked slowly, trying to adjust his eyes. White, brown, more white, some blue. The outline of a person standing close by.

Sirius tried to sit up but found himself trapped in some sort of strings attached to his arms and chest.

"Easy there, you had quite the fall, son."

The voice belonged to the person and as Sirius blinked once more said person along with his surroundings became clear.

"Where am I?" he asked and his throat was dry and the words felt heavy and hard to get out.

"Hospital, of course! A family found you in an alley, unconscious and bleeding, and called an ambulance."

"Huh..."

"Here, have some water, it'll help."

A glass was pressed into his free arm. Sirius drank; water had never tasted better.

"How badly am I hurt?" he asked once the glass was empty.

The elderly person - a doctor if he remembered the Muggle word correctly - smiled a little and moved closer.

"Lucky for you not so bad at all. A fractured wrist, some bruises and a nasty cut on your forehead which is sewn together. No brain damage or internal damages."

"I see. Pardon, but you sound a little funny; am I in England?" Sirius asked, suspecting to get an answer that was negative.

The doctor made a sound like a strangled snort.

"You most certainly are not, son. You're in Sweden."

Sirius blinked, huffed and blinked again. Another country. The Veil had to be some kind of portal then.

"And... what year is it? I'm a little disoriented," he lied, his voice smooth and natural as ever.

"2015."

Fuck. A time transporting portal. Just his luck. Sirius grunted and nodded.

"Right. Are you sure there is no brain damage?"

"Positive. The scans showed nothing. Naturally, you will have to take it easy and not jump back into life," said the doctor smartly.

Sirius snorted.

"I can't do that anyway, but thank you for reminding me."

"Can't?"

The old man seemed curious.

Sirius cursed mentally. How in Merlin's name was he going to get through this?

"I... I don't remember having a life... only small pieces here and there... I don't remember coming to this country. Last I knew, I was in England."

A white lie of sorts, combined with truth should do the trick.

"Really? Well, we could do some scans again to see if there is anything amiss."

"I'd rather not, doctor. I'm not fond of scans... And I'm sure you would have seen anything amiss already."

Flattery. Always a sure way out.

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Sometime later - Sirius didn't know what time it was exactly - he was out on the streets, silently squealing over this cool future; the world was so upgraded!

He found a park and sat down on a bench and watched children and adult come and go until the sun went to sleep and he was alone. Then, after two scans of his surroundings, Sirius took his wand from his trouser pocket - he had been given it and his coat and clothes back - and twirled it in his hand.

"Lumos."

A small light flickered to life, wavered in the air and then went out.

"Accio stone."

A stone which lay on the ground lifted up lazily and then dropped back to its resting place.

"Fuck. Hell. Fuck!"

After trying several spells Sirius was forced to realize that something was very wrong with his magic.

"Fucking fantastic," he snarled and turned his eyes heavenward, looking for comfort among the stars. He found his namesake; it seemed to shine unnaturally bright the longer Sirius looked at it. Then, as if he somehow knew that it was going to work here in the light of the star, Sirius saluted the Dog Star, rose to his feet and disappeared.

A big shaggy black dog bolted from the park, a long and thin wooden stick between its teeth.