Two years has passed since the siblings, Buck, Libby, and Arlo has hatched, and they are barely children at the time, being like 2-3 years old emotionally. Sirius Black has been a sorts of uncle to the siblings, and a great friend to Henry, and a good listener to Ida. Harry Potter is barely making ground here.
-Earth, unknown time, unknown place-
Harry James Potter groaned lightly as he came to, adjusting his glasses, brushing his hair lightly as he blinked not once, but twice, gaping in surprise at the surroundings which beholds his sight beyond. He was sitting up in a sunken spot in a golden-green meadow, as he stared upon the sparkling, beautiful river in the distance, and the full, pristine trees of the forest beyond the river, and beyond the forest laid a incredible canyon. He then stood up slowly, and turned around to see a prairie.
Harry often dreamed of seeing a place like this, and here it is, front of him. He murmured out loud, "Where am I now? This is not Scotland. It's not even England. No buildings, no other people either.". He looked at the pure blue sky, with white clouds here and there, and the sun warm, causing him to take off his robes, now wearing a white shirt, black pants, and shoes.
He softly cracked his back as he had a rough landing into this meadow, and took two precious things from his pockets; his wand and his gifted mirror which he found this morning in his chest, this was the Christmas gift from his godfather which he never bothered to open until this morning as he was too busy worrying about Arthur Weasley, the father of his best friend at the time.
He vaguely remembered Sirius telling him that if Harry needs Sirius, just call him by his marauder name, and Sirius will answer as Sirius has the second part of the pair. Harry scoffed lightly as he knew Sirius is dead, yet he could try. He whispered, "Padfoot.". and then said softly, then loudly, then sobbing as he repeated saying "Padfoot.".
-In another place-
The familiar river, rolling and rumbling as it warbled over rocks, fallen logs, carving through a ravine, into a forest valley, where fields of corn laid beyond, and a rustic, lovely farm where a family lives, works, and plays upon. Beyond the farm is a impressionable, incredible, gorgeous snow-capped four-pointed mountain called Clawtooth Mountain.
Sirius Black was never healthier, happier, hard-working than now as he held into his friend, Henry. His silver-gray eyes glittered as his black hair was tied back into a ponytail. "Just one more line, and you're done.". He directed Henry, the adult male Apatosaurus, who's tall, muscular, and his pelt is dark lime green, and his eyes are warm brown. Sirius'd never believe that he was living with sentiment, amazing, living dinosaurs as he had been to museums with his godson out in the muggle world while the Order never knew that Harry is a dinosaur fan all his life.
He has been with this family since he was thrown backwards into something that brought him here, maybe five months now. He has learned how to work the farm the non-magical way, for some reason, his wand doesn't work here, almost like there's no strong magic here. He could feel weak traces of magic, but it's barely noticeable. It's a throwback to the memories where Lily showed him and James the muggle world. As he's a omnivore, which is a meat/vegetable eater, he's able to fish out of the river which slightly bothers the siblings, but they got used to it like Henry and Ida has done.
Henry chuckled warmly, "The field is almost done to be sowed with seeds. You have been a great help, Sirius.". He then bowed his neck, his snout into the dirt as Sirius held on by the base of Henry's back, giving out a bark-like laugh, "Any faster, and we could be having a early break.". Henry gave a rumble, like he was laughing on the inside as he was focusing on furrowing the dirt out.
"Uncle Sirius!". called out a young male voice. Sirius looked over to see Arlo, a small, light green Apatosaurus boy running over. "Whoa, Arlo, what's the rush?". Sirius responded in confusion.
"Your clothes are talking! Someone's saying 'Padfoot' over and over! I am scared!". Arlo whimpered. Sirius widened, "Merlin, my mirror!". He then jumped off, landing upon the ground, running in his light brown shirt, dark brown pants, and black shoes. He ran into the barn, hearing Harry's familiar voice though his robes, and Sirius dropped to his knees, rummaging through his pockets, "Merlin, where did I put it again?".
He shouted triumphantly as he found it, grasped it in his hand. "Mirror on! Harry, Harry!". Sirius called out as he greatly missed his godson so much that he hoped he'd see him again.