a time travel I thought of when I had food poisoning but have no idea where to go with it
Sirius should've known that the showers would be a bad idea.
But it was his first birthday in Azkaban, and he was so tired and so lonely.
He thought he might be able to wash it all off.
The mistakes.
The pain.
The regret.
But as soon as he stepped into the room, he felt strong arms close around him, lifting him off the ground.
Before he could even kick out, another set of arms grabbed his ankle, and then he was placed on the ground, suddenly unable to move.
He could barely make out the runes surrounding him before he saw Bella cut her hand open and drip her blood over them.
A white light surged up.
Powerful magic that reminded him of when his mother tried to bind him to the house.
She hadn't realized that beating her heir enough that he released blood would make the ritual backfire.
Bella didn't realize that sacrificing a pureblood virgin to further her master's plans would backfire for all of them.
Azkaban burned to the ground, and every death eater in the wizarding world died from it.
The Weasleys were in for quite a surprise the following day when they found a dead Peter Pettigrew in their home.
Sirius was declared innocent the next day, and a reckoning was to follow for imprisoning him without a trial. But Sirius was nowhere to be found to reap the benefits.
Sirius blinked and opened his eyes.
He had no idea what suddenly woke him, but his mind felt foggy.
Is this where he fell asleep?
Where was he exactly?
This room kind of reminded him of Hogwarts. The Potters' house? Is that where he was? He was having a hard time putting his thoughts in order. As he sat up and swung his legs off the bed, he noticed he had extremely smooth, hairless skin.
Sirius had always been slender, built quite petite with very pretty androgynous features. Being so good-looking had been useful in getting what he wanted from people. It also helped that they would underestimate the strength of his magic, considering his size. But right now, he was wondering where all his body hair went.
His magic was buzzing under his skin in a way it hadn’t since he went through puberty. But he couldn’t have been at Hogwarts; he could usually feel the magic in the air when he was like this. The same at his grandparent's home and Potter Manor. It had the same feeling as home as those two but something felt wrong. He had no idea where he was. He knew it wasn’t Grimmauld. That place always felt wrong, but his room here had too much sunlight and the very air wasn’t trying to suffocate him.
He turned around to look in the mirror. His skin was completely unblemished like it had been in childhood but he still looked like himself. Pink pouty lips, almost obscene in their size, sharp cheekbones like his mother, small straight nose like his grandmother, and the same slightly blue but mostly bright grey eyes of his father. His hair was just as thick, long and wavy, as it had been when he first left home and began to grow it out. The envy of every girl in Gryffindor.
He popped open the door and looked out of the room. He’d never seen this hallway before. Thick green carpets with dark wallpaper on the wall. A carpeted staircase with dark wooden railings. What the fuck was going on?
As he stood in the hallway, blinking to himself, wondering what was happening, his brother popped out of the room next to him. He was wearing old man pajamas—no surprise there—but he looked very much happy to see him—big surprise there.
“I knew I could count on you, Siri! You’re up so early, excited for today?” His brother walked towards him and Sirius could barely believe it.
“Look I know you’re nervous. But mother won’t be here, and I met the match grandfather made for you. Honestly, he’s not that bad. He’s very smart and good-looking, plus you already know he asked for your hand in marriage. You have the upper hand. He will treat you right, brother”
Marriage? What was happening?
His brother pushed him into the bathroom to shower and prepare himself. He said his makeup and hair person would be there soon and left to go see about tea and perhaps half a banana and some crackers so Sirius could fit into his corset.
What corset?!
Sirius got into the shower and looked down at himself. He looked the same. Pink nipples and his pink cock. His waist was still small enough to make his friends envious when he wore a crop top and legs perfect for a skirt. So other than not having any scars or tattoos his body hadn’t really changed. He carefully washed and conditioned his hair, whispering styling charms he and Lily had invented during the war to keep their hair looking impeccable while he gently combed the conditioner through. When he came out he used every product he could and carefully massaged moisturizer into his face. He used every charm he could think of to aid himself, considering he was only surrounded by muggle products. What in Merlin’s name was happening? Thankfully he knew how to brew his own beauty products, he and Regulus had quickly learned to do certain things on their own so they wouldn’t have to face their mother to ask for things they wanted.
When he looked in the mirror, he was shocked by his face.
Sirius had always known he was good-looking, but Merlin looked beautiful today.
It was probably because he could finally shower properly.
He opened drawer after drawer, looking for undergarments until he finally found a black lace thong he figured could be hidden under any outfit he was expected to wear today. He put a dressing gown on top as he came out of his room to look for his brother.
He sent away the hair and makeup lady as he sat across from his brother and stared at him trying to figure out what the fuck was happening when his auntie Lucretia came into the room.
“Good morning, boys!” she smiled at them, she had always been sweet
“Are we excited for today?! Sirius, I am so happy for you. I hope this works out.”
Was Sirius really getting ready to marry someone he had never met before? What kind of weird alternate dimension was this? How was he going to get the fuck out of this one?!
So far, all he knew was that this world seemed to be muggle, considering his brother was preparing things with his hands. Morgana knew Regulus had never prepared anything with his hands a day in his life. But Sirius still had elemental magic. Without his wand, he couldn’t attempt anything complicated or anything that needed precision, but he’d be able to manage general things just fine. He had learned to do certain things without a wand before he’d even come of age.
As he dressed in a thin silk suit with a sheer shirt and a corset on top, he wondered what exactly today was. Was it the wedding itself, or were they just being introduced? He didn’t risk speaking; he knew what happened to Blacks who talked out of turn, no matter how friendly this version of the Blacks seemed.
As he sat between his cousin Narcissa and his brother Regulus, silently taking notes about everything around him, he heard the doorbell ring.
His auntie Lucretia came around the corner, clapping to open the door with a huge smile, and half his family followed.
When she opened the door, there stood a gorgeous-looking man.
Tall, dark hair, dark blue, almost black eyes, thick broad shoulders and arms and dark tanned skin. Behind him stood the Lestranges, the Malfoys, and, for some reason, Xenophilius and Pandora Lovegood.
If Pandora was standing with this man he was pretty sure he shouldn’t panic too hard, but something about this man seemed familiar yet he could not name him. He decided to focus on Pandora instead, something about her always made him feel safe even when he had no idea what she was talking about.
“Thomas! Just in time, come in so I can introduce you to your groom!” His Aunt laughed tinkling, and Sirius tried to convince himself to relax. He was so confused.