Meeting Sirius
Emily Finnegan sat by the Black Lake doing her Charms homework. "Damn, Simran, what's the incantation for a Color-Change Charm?" she asked her bookish friend. "Colovaria, I think. Here, try it on my quill," said Simran Singh, handing her the quill. Emily pointed her wand at the quill. "Colovaria!" she said. The quill turned from its original scarlet hue to bright purple. "Thanks, Simi," Emily said, fiddling with the Time-Turner around her neck. The Ministry of Magic thought it had destroyed all its Time-Turners in 1994, but Emma's dad Seamus had managed to save one. He never used it, but he'd given it to his daughter.
Out of nowhere, the Time-Turner started doing what it was made to do. No! This couldn't be happening! She hadn't realized the Time-Turner still worked! "Oh, no!" she screamed, but it was too late. She landed on her back, unable to move. A group of boys rushed to her aid.
"Someone help!"
"Prongs, get Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall!"
"Is she okay, Padfoot?"
"Are you all right?" asked the (very attractive) boy called Padfoot, with a concerned look on his face. "No, I think I've broken something. I can't move a damn muscle," Emily said. "Stand aside!" said Madame Pomfrey, rushing over. "Can you move, dear?" asked the mediwitch. Emily shook her head. "Here, Madam Pomfrey, I'll help you get her to the hospital wing," offered Padfoot. "Thank you, lad," the witch said. Padfoot and Pomfrey magicked her onto a stretcher, and carried her to the hospital wing.
"Here, this should help," said Madam Pomfrey, handing Emily a vial of pain potion. The girl downed it in a second, and instantly felt better. "Thank you," Emily said in gratitude.
"My pleasure, dear," said Madam Pomfrey, and left to go tend to a Quidditch concussion. "You had me worried there," said Padfoot. "Yeah, I scared myself too," said Emily, sitting up. Then something occurred to her. "Is your name really Padfoot?" she asked. "I heard your friends calling you that earlier." Padfoot laughed. "No, it's just a nickname my friends call me," he said. "My real name's Sirius Black." Sirius/Padfoot stuck out his hand for her to shake. "I'm Emily...Hackett," she said, not wanting to give him her real name in case there was another Finnegan. "Would you happen to know today's date?" she asked, a faint suspicion creeping into her psyche.
"No, but I have today's Daily Prophet in my bag. Hang on a minute," Sirius said and fumbled in his messenger bag. He produced a very battered copy of the rolled-up newspaper. "Here you are, Emily." Emily took the paper from him and stared at the date.
September 9, 1975.
A/N: For all the Hindi-movie lovers out there, I did name Emily's friend afterSimran from Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge. I like Sirius/OC timtravel fics.
