Author's Note.
I am sorry for the late update, I recently got diagnosed with BPD and started a Youtube channel regarding that- it's Anjali Roongta, do check it out! How are you all doing with the quarantine? This is un-betaed, apologies. My beta continues to be MIA right now so...let me know what you think? Also, not to be repetitive but I recently published a book titled "Diary of a Twenty-Something: A Collection of Teenage Musings." I would love it if you guys got the e-copy and left me your thoughts. Love you all!
Why was he here? In this house? He had fallen behind the veil and he could see that he had time travelled, his body seemed fitter, and the room was brighter but just as dusty. Why was his younger self transported here? Hearing footsteps on the wall, Sirius apparated out of the house and into his flat in London. When he had escaped Azkaban he knew better than to go there but now things were different. He wasn't an escaped convict but a well-respected Auror with a small but highly warded flat in Muggle London, one that he could enter and leave at his own discretion. He was so happy, he could scream.
Barking out a laugh, he turned and pointed his wand straight into Moody's eye. His mentor did love to come unannounced but years of being an escapee had taught Sirius a trick or two.
"Good lad. Remember constant…"
"Vigilance. I know Ma-Moody, I do."
Cringing at his slight slip up Sirius looked around himself. A relatively clean flat where he was still expected. A twenty-year-old body. Before the Potters had gone into hiding then. James…Sirius' heart stopped. What was he doing here? He should be visiting Prongs and Lily but how could he face them? Knowing he as good as had killed them? No, perhaps it was best he maintained his distance…except Peter could not be allowed to be the secret keeper. What could he do? He had to face them…the friends he had good as killed with his own hands and stupidity.