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Sirius stood in front of the dingy mirror staring at himself in a shitty club loo staring at himself.
Where the fuck was he?!
How did he get here?!
Was he still himself wherever here was?!
He looked over himself as carefully as he could in the dirtiest mirror in existence, exactly the same but pointedly different.
He had the same small freckle under his right eye, the same single dimple on his left cheek, and completely unblemished creamy skin.
His father's high and sharp cheekbones and his mother's pouty lips stared back at him, same as always. But somehow different.
He was still small and lithe, but he looked less tired; the purple bags under his eyes from three days of constant torture were gone.
His hair was still glossy and curled, but instead of being sweat-slicked and greasy from the 72-hour torture-fest Bella and her Death Eater cronies had engaged in, it was smooth and well taken care of. Much more like it had been at Hogwarts when he had been able to care for himself the way he liked away from Grimmauld Place.
He was still wearing eyeliner, but instead of his usual smudgy black, he was wearing a barely there dark blue that brought out the brightness of the silver in his eyes. His eyes hadn't looked this bright and well-rested since he was a firstie at Hogwarts. Despite the panic he felt he looked like he had just returned from a month long vacation at a spa, his shoulders hadn't felt this relaxed in months.
He seemed to be wearing his favorite ripped muggle jeans, baggy and hanging low on his hips, showing off his thin waist and the v down to his groin. But instead of his usual cut-up band t-shirt, he wore a black fishnet shirt with a champagne gold tube top underneath.
One minute, he had been running from death eaters with his friends after a graduation party. Just as he stopped to look for his friends he saw Edgar Bones dead behind him. Unseeing eyes staring up and in that moment, Bella caught him.
His memories were jumbled but on the third day in the Lestrange dungeons Bella had given him a potion to help him stand and returned his wand to make him duel her.
One purple spell later he was here.
In a club.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
The strong bass from outside was jumbling his thoughts, making him even more confused.
"Are you alright?"
Sirius jumped, attempting to grab his wand from his back pocket and finding nothing. He just came face to face with a man with bright blonde hair looking at him like he had lost his mind. Which was fair; perhaps Sirius had lost his mind. It would certainly explain a lot.
Sirius blinked in embarrassment and tried to smile, although he was sure he looked constipated. He rushed past the man out the door and out the back exit.
The alleyway smelled worse than the toilets he had run to, but at least it was quieter and completely deserted.
It was probably the smell keeping the patrons away.
"okay, just think, Sirius," he whispered to himself, glad he was alone as he tried to do the square breathing Effie used to coach him through when things got terrible with his parents.
What would Mad-Eye do?
"Constant vigilance," he whispered as he looked around and tried to orient himself. Nobody was around, and he truly realized he was probably here alone.
The exit door opened, and out stepped Pandora Lovegood, looking exactly like she did when he saw her the day before. His breath caught as she stared at him, and he realized that they were wearing almost the same outfit but in reverse. She was in similar jeans as him but in a different wash, with a white fishnet shirt and tube top underneath.
"Hello Sirius"
"Hey Panda" he responded, he sounded scared and a little like it was a question.
"Whatever's happening, it'll be alright. You'll figure it out. Come on, that cute boy you were staring at will find you soon; you'll need to be in position."
"huh?" whispered Sirius.
He wanted to ask so many questions, but something about Pandora had always made him follow first and ask questions later.
He knew he could trust her; no matter what world he was in, Pandora knew all.