Are You Sirius? (Harry Potter Fanfic)

Where is Sirius?

There was the sensation of falling, followed by the sensation of landing on the floor, yet no memory of what came before.

Sirius lay on the floor, letting his cheek rest against the carpet, the ever so comfy carpet where his gray eyes stared out at a dimly lit room, instinct telling him he was in an unfamiliar place.

"A place with a super comfy carpet," he thought to himself, his eyes closing as he took in the pleasant sensation; his mind was a complete fog as he lay there, completely baffled regarding whatever just happened to him. "I don't want to get up. It's so comfy." Yet after a few minutes, Sirius' mind started to work, and the fact he was in an unfamiliar place fully registered, and his eyes opened again. "I need to get a sense of where I am, comfy carpet or not."

He let out a groan, slowly sitting up, so he sat in a cross-legged position on the floor. Sirius absentmindedly, in an ingrained Pureblood reaction to finding oneself knocked onto the floor in an undignified manner, reached up to brush the wrinkles out of his school uniform, for which he at first felt the distinctive features of the robes under his fingertips before looking down at the Gryffindor accouterments he loved so much. A grin spread across his face.

"Hogwarts then?" Except, he couldn't recollect a single place within the castle with actual carpet instead of rugs. Sirius tilted his head. "No, that can't be right."

Sirius rubbed the back of his neck and turned his head to look around some more as he sat on the floor cross-legged, trying to figure out whatever obliterated his memories when his eyes caught sight of—

A girl's uniform.

And it wasn't the uniform one would expect of a girl from Hogwarts. Sirius grimaced, his mind suddenly going to some guy having a girl in their room, his next thought as he rubbed the back of his neck being how he most certainly didn't want to find himself caught by another guy who'd taken his girlfriend home for a bit of action.

"Is this how Regulus feels whenever he accidentally wanders into my room?" Accidentally was the word for it, given the fact his younger brother could never remember that Sirius put up quite a few posters of Muggle girls in bikinis, and so whenever Regulus would look up to ask whatever question was currently on his mind that he wanted Sirius to help with, his face would turn as red as Gryffindor red and Sirius would retort with, "It's just some skin, Reggie. Grow up already. At this rate, you'll never get a girlfriend."

Except—

"Not the same," Sirius thought to himself as he rubbed the back of his neck, pondering his current situation while continuing to acclimate to the room of a stranger. There was that instinct to run and get out of there, yet also a groggy lightheaded feeling that said running also wasn't a good idea. "And it's not my room anymore. Meaning I wasn't at Grimmauld's and ended up here, so the Potters?"

He looked at the school uniform again, a thought crossing his mind.

"Wait. If this were a situation where the guy took a girl home to have sex, then why is it there are only the girl's clothes on the floor?" Sirius's gray eyes blinked, trying to think it over. "Please tell me I didn't get drunk, and instead of ending up going home to the Potters, I ended up coming here and spending the night with some Muggle girl I don't know. And what's up with the school uniform if that's the case!"

Sirius shook his head, letting out a deep sigh, deciding to stand up at that moment to get a better look around.

The worst part was, "Reggie would be mortified at my behavior if he found out." This followed by, "Why the bloody hell am I worried that little prick will find out, particularly since I no longer live in that house." His head titled, letting out a sigh. "Because I don't want to deal with Reggie once he finally figures out what sex is. I don't get how he can be so blindly naive about some things. He's such a kid. Why can't they let him be a kid?"

Shaking his head, Sirius's eyes drifted over to the desk and shelves in the room.

"Muggle indeed," Sirius said, noticing the Muggle devices in the room, on top of the desk made from blackboards and silver polls. Leaning back to pop his back, he walked over to get a closer look, noting the bookshelf was also black and silver. "Now that is my kind of stuff."

His head tilted, looking at the titles on the shelf. There were paperbacks and other things he didn't quite recognize, his mind noting the repetitive nature of the titles and wondering why anybody would want more than one of something. Yet, there was another odd clue about the items on the shelf.

"Harry Potter?" Sirius shook his head, still wondering if he was in the situation he was in because he'd gotten drunk, yet that didn't make sense given there was no nasty hangover accompanying the loss of memory. However, he still felt a bit dizzy, almost feverish. "Is it someone related to James Potter?"

Out of curiosity, Sirius pulled the first book from the shelf, or what he thought was the first book, given that it was the first one on the left side. He twisted it over, frowning as he looked at a boy with Black hair and eyeglasses like James, but with a funny scar on his forehead.

"Funny. The kid looks like James, but...." Sirius let his eyes blink. "I mean, I guess our excursions could have led to some Muggle—no. There are too many, and they got James' last name right." With that, Sirius moved over to the chair by the desk, turning it around to face the bed and ask the owner some questions, sitting down to read the book, thinking it might hold some answers.

He'd turned the first page when—

Suddenly, a pillow hit him in the face.