Thomas Potter-Love is a Different Dimension

Hold Me Dear

London, July 1995

Sirius POV:

Traveling through a time portal twice, Sirius would safely say it as both the longest and shortest travel in his life.

Time worked differently once you jumped into the portal. His mind felt like going through the years, months and days, like passing lights through an underway tunnel, all flashing before his eyes, too blurry for him to properly comprehend. But he would blink twice and suddenly he felt like falling out of the other end, falling on his knees to soft grass and hard earth, feeling whiplashed. His body stung as if he'd splash face-first into a large body of water.

When in reality, they merely stepped out through one end and exited the other, as one would step through a door. Just with more force.

Sirius, held the back of his head with a loud groan, folding his body slightly inward to stop himself from vomiting, trying to control his breathing. In the corner of his eye, city nightlights obscure the starry sky, he could barely make out the shape of Remus lying two feet away from him, on his back, also moaning in pain. In between them, lying on a chair, strapped securely with his head in a helmet lolled to one side, a passed out Harry.

Sirius gritted his teeth, no time to dally. He had to save his Godson. He whipped his wand to send a large dog Patranous to their receiving team. If all was well, they would be on standby. He didn't know exactly what date it was, but he saw in the distance, the familiar London city, and knew the location was correct at least.

He crawled to Harry, reaching for his Godson's hand. It was cold.

Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack

Five figures loomed around them. One of them whipped out their wand in the air, hiding them from muggles.

"Is it-"

"July first 1995," An old familiar voice echoed the night. "Exactly one year, Sirius,"

He didn't have time to feel celebratory. "Harry, quick, he's cold."

Two figures, reaching closer, their Unspeakable- wearing navy blue robes and a pointed hat over her silver hair in a bun. Sirius could see her thin high heels sink deeper into the grass as she towered over Harry, expertly waving her wand against his still form, speaking to another wizard, black robes, hooked nose, and long greasy black hair.

"He's weak, we have to go now." She orders, gripping the edge of Harry's chair, pushing him up into a sitting position with the help of Severus Snape.

Another crack and they were gone.

Minerva McGonagall, held Sirius under his arm to help him stand. "Come, Sirius, Poppy is waiting for you." Sirius glanced over to his best friend, watched as he was being held up by a welcoming Shacklebolt.

Dumbledore gave him a single nod before Minerva apparated them away.

They did it.

They traveled through time, found Harry in another universe, and made it back.

They were home.

***

Grimmauld Place was the safest place for them to recover.

Sirius had prepared for years, had the place stocked with resources and ensure they had experts on standby, as Lord Black, the wealth, and his family name was fully under Sirus's control, the magic in the walls secure enough to protect them in their vulnerable state and the best place to ensure full recovery while getting them settled back in, especially for Harry, far from prying eyes.