The kid stops in his tracks, eying Sirius's wand. The resemblance to James is utterly uncanny and he raises his hands, a quiet surrender, though Sirius knows better than to relax even a millimeter. he doesn't know what dark magic has transformed all of Godric's Hollow and created this boy with James's face.
Or perhaps some kind of overly powerful confundus charm that's left him disoriented and manic.
Either way, after years of fighting this fucking war, Sirius knows better than to simply trust.
"It sounds impossible," Sirius replies, but something about the notion catches and sticks. It would explain the face. And the eyes... oh, the eyes are very much like Lily's, very much like the baby he'd held in his arms only a week ago.
Still, Sirius keeps his wand pointed and shoulders squared. "Don't move," he orders. Then, his eyes narrowing, he adds, "Nineteen eighty-one. I suppose you're to tell me I've jumped into the future. And I'm supposed to believe you?"
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Date: 2016-01-23 05:46 pm (UTC)Or perhaps some kind of overly powerful confundus charm that's left him disoriented and manic.
Either way, after years of fighting this fucking war, Sirius knows better than to simply trust.
"It sounds impossible," Sirius replies, but something about the notion catches and sticks. It would explain the face. And the eyes... oh, the eyes are very much like Lily's, very much like the baby he'd held in his arms only a week ago.
Still, Sirius keeps his wand pointed and shoulders squared. "Don't move," he orders. Then, his eyes narrowing, he adds, "Nineteen eighty-one. I suppose you're to tell me I've jumped into the future. And I'm supposed to believe you?"