A/N: In my story, Middle Earth and Earth are two completely different worlds and while I'm playing around in the HP and LotR worlds I'll change whatever I feel like i.e. I probably won't have all the elves sail to the Valinor to make way for the age of man, because I love elves and don't want them to leave. So there. Therefore since Arda is a completely different world from Earth, they have completely different languages, as you will see this chapter. I'm not going to translate what they're saying into the actual Middle Earth languages mainly because I couldn't find a reliable site to do it with (except for maybe English to Sindarin) and I'd rather do all or nothing.

Also, I'd be the first to admit that my English is craptacular. So if anyone is willing to beta for me, I would greatly appreciate it.

Orthanc, Isengard
June 18, 2559 Third Age

Sirius sat up with a groan. He hurt everywhere! Why was he so sore? And just where the bloody hell was he?! And most importantly, why was he naked!

He looked around the smooth and polished dark stone room he found himself in. There was an old man dressed in a white robe holding a large staff who then tried to speak to him.

"(In Westron) Greetings traveler. I am called Saruman the White. Can you tell me about the world from which you came?"

Sirius looked up clueless at what he figured was a wizard. "Ummm…would you mind repeating that in English? And do you have any clothes I can use?"

The istari seemed as bewildered as Sirius. Then "(In Sadarin) Can you understand me now?"

"You have got to be kidding me. Okay…..Parlez-vous français?"

"(In Quenya) Do you understand me at all?"

"(In Latin) How about Latin?"

"(In Khuzdul) I don't think you know any of the languages, do you? (In Westron) If you plan on living in Arda you have to be able to at least speak the common tongue. I shall see if I can find someone to teach you."

Sirius just stared at the mage while he spewed his incomprehensible speech. The Valar sure as hell didn't mention the fact that he wouldn't understand anybody! Or that he would arrive dressed only in his birthday suit!

Sirius' life officially sucked. First he was born into a sadistic family who hated his guts (though the feelings were more than mutual), then he had his best friend and his best friend's wife (whom he thought of as a brother and sister) die at the hand of an evil megalomaniac, then the betrayal by another friend who'd he thought was like a brother, then there was the 12 years spent at hell on earth while the world thought he was a murdering traitor, and when he finally gets free is forced into house arrest and then falls through some portal into a whole other realm where no one so much as speaks English completely naked!

No doubt about it, it was an irreversible fact, his life sucked. In fact he couldn't think of much to make it any crappier than it was right now. What did he ever do to deserve this!

Saruman stared at the man who was ignoring him, apparently lost in his own depressing thoughts if his facial expression was anything to go by. He sighed; he didn't have time to teach some mortal the language and cultures of middle earth; he was the head of the White Council for Eru's sake! But at the same time he was curious of this other world the Valar had begun to describe to him; imagine a world were mortals (and not just any mortals, men!) were able to use magic!

Ah yes, Saruman knew what he could do. He would let Gandalf deal with the traveler and teaching about Arda and its populace. Anything Gandalf learns about the other world will be reported back to him, since as head of the order it was imperative he was informed of such things. Excellent.

Now that Saruman had a solid plan of action, he turned back to the human still on the stone floor. Maybe the first thing he ought to do was give the man some clothes.

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(All future language is spoken in Westron unless specified as otherwise)

Westfold, Rohan
November 26, 2564 Third Age

Sirius rode on his horse onward along the road from Edoras to Isengard in the relatively new country of Rohan. He was going back to Isengard after 5 years of being in Middle-Earth.

The first thing his host did after his impromptu arrival in Arda (besides giving him suitable clothing of course) was begin to teach him the common tongue amongst the inhabitants of middle earth, Westron. Sadly Sirius' Westron still wasn't quite up to par, which was quite pathetic considering the fact that it was all he heard and was forced to speak for the past 5 years.

But Sirius was never good at languages; he hated learning French and Latin when he was young. Or maybe it was just that the lessons with his darling mother forever jaded him to learning other languages. Either way he refused to learn any other middle earth language besides Westron.

"Hurry up young Sirius, I have received the summons to go to Isengard a week ago and you are making me late. If you do not hurry I shall leave you behind, something I believe you will not want."

"I might want to be left behind, I wouldn't really know, especially since you refuse to tell me what this 'summons' is about!"

Gandalf just let out a deep chortle and continued riding.

Sirius has spent these past 5 years traveling with the istari known as Gandalf the Grey. Gandalf was eerily similar to Dumbledore; both were old men with long beards (though Dumbledore's was more of a snow white compared to Gandalf's silver-grey), both spoke in riddles which only they understood, both were impossibly wise (though quite mad), and all and all they were completely impossible. Not to mention their annoying twinkling blue eyes which seemed to hint at the fact that they were in on a joke the rest of the world was oblivious to, which was almost as annoying as the fact that they probably were in on a joke the rest of the world was oblivious to. In fact the similarities were so prominent Sirius half expected Gandalf to offer him a lemon drop each time he opened his mouth.

"You will find out what it is about when we get there!" and with those words Gandalf urged his horse faster, leaving Sirius to try (unsuccessfully) to catch up, muttering about miserable, insufferable old men all the while.

Sirius was actually quite glad to have Gandalf as a guide to middle earth; he was interesting and knew seemingly everything about the land and its occupants. Sirius had learned a lot about middle earth and living within it; even if it was a rather rocky start. Sirius found the istari's way of speaking in riddles and never really explaining things annoying. Gandalf would become frustrated if Sirius was too slow to learn something or acted in a way Gandalf thought was foolish and stupid. But they eventually gained each other's respect and friendship.

While with Gandalf Sirius traveled all over middle earth, though some places he visited more frequently and/or for longer periods of time than others. He visited the dwarfs in the mines of Moria but didn't stay too long since the cold and dark tunnels reminding him too much of Azkaban. He also visited Rivendell (he quite liked the twins Elladan and Elrohir; they were good pranksters and had a wicked sense of humour), Edoras and Minas Tirith. Not to mention the Shire. Sirius didn't understand what Gandalf loved so much or found so fascinating about hobbits. They were rather boring to be perfectly honest. But to each their own.

Sirius also learned more about traveling to different realms and the consequences of such actions. Not that it was really his choice to come here mind you.

The first thing he learned was that nothing else besides living entities could pass through the realms. Therefore his clothes and wand didn't make it to Arda with him, to his dismay (and embarrassment). That was obvious though; the other changes he learned about gradually and with Gandalf's help.

For one thing, Sirius technically wasn't a wizard anymore. His magic didn't work as it used to. He still had magic, he could feel it but it refused to do anything (not like he could have done much wandless anyway). So even though he had magic, he no longer had access to it to perform any spells.

Another consequence of dimension travel they discovered was that when traveling through the realms, to support the change of environment his magic forced his body to change in order to survive. Gandalf even hypothesized that any being traveling to another realm must have some sort of magic to survive the journey; therefore muggles would have died going through the veil while wizards and other magical creatures would be transformed, but unscathed.

It would help explain the changes in his body. He found that he was stronger, his hearing sharper and smelling extraordinary. His voice became a bit gruffer, and he started to growl when angry and makes slight whining noises when scared or worried. And if his laugh didn't sound like a dog barking before, it certainly did now.

It was only after explaining to Gandalf about animagi from his world (and his own form of a big black dog) that they were able to figure out what had happened. Almost all the races of middle earth were magical; even many men had some elven blood (even if it was an extremely small amount). Therefore to help him survive in this world, his magic transformed him into a magical creature.

Obviously his magic wouldn't have changed him too much, and therefore changed him using a form his magic had already used to represent himself; his animagus form. And since he already was a dog animagus, his magic just augmented some of Padfoot's qualities and made them permanent.

Gandalf believes that this would happen to any witch or wizard entering Arda; for as Sirius explained even if someone didn't have the skill or power to become an animagus, everyone had an animagus form since it was simply an animal representation of themselves.

Any other changes, if there were any more, were as of yet unknown. They will probably be revealed with time.

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Orthanc, Isengard
November 28, 2564 Third Age

Sirius looked up at the giant tower where he first made his appearance in Middle Earth. Finally after over a week of riding (and a very sore arse; he still wasn't quite used to it), he could finally find out what Gandalf's 'oh so secret' summons were about.

"Go on young Sirius, find out the reason I insisted you come here with me. I think you might find it a pleasant surprise."

Casting a dubious look back at Gandalf, Sirius strode to the giant doors of Orthanc and knocked.

The person who answered was one of the least Sirius would have suspected.

"Remus?!"

It's voting time!! Yay!!

Who do you want Sirius' romantic interest to be:

1)Haldir
2) Random female elf
3) Haldir & random female elf
4) Erestor & Glorfindel
5) no one
6) your own idea

If I don't get enough votes for any specific pairing, I'll just have Sirius with nobody.

Also, as stated above I need a beta! I'm willing to beta in return but I need what I've already posted revised plus future chapters. Preferably someone who I can also toss ideas back and forth with about things I'm not so whether to put in the story or not.