Lost in Harry Potter (ENGLISH VERSION)

How the hell did this Happen?!

I look at myself in the mirror. I saw raven black hair, that never ever would listen to me. And blue eyes, that stared back at me.

I'm dreaming, I tell myself, this is impossible, I've gone mad, and so has my fantastical mind.

Carefully I look around the corner of the toilet-door. But, he is really standing there.

Untidy hair, and a massive grin on his, frankly, still young face.

Again, my mouth drops, Sirius Black does look as he does in my own imagination.

A total hottie...

I try to shake that thought off.

'Are you feeling better?' Sirius asks a bit dryly. 'If so, you can tell us who you are. And, how you managed to squeeze yourself out of Kreachers cabinet.'

I blink, yeah, how did that actually happen? If I knew the answer, I would tell him immediately.

'Magic is a funny thing, isn't it?' I say carefully. I can't believe it, I am actually at Grimmould place twelve. Sirius Black's house.

I somehow ended up here, the moment they started to eat. How even did that happen again?

All I knew, was that I was reading The Order of the Phoenix at home, when I heard noises behind my kitchen-cabinets.

At first, of course, I thought of a mouse or two, and went to investigate.

But I found myself here, dinner time for the Order of the Phoenix.

I remember, crawling through that cabinet, felt as if I would end up in Narnia.

'Magic can do a lot of things, but I have never ever seen someone appear the way you did, with the clothes you are wearing,' Sirius points up and down at me.

I look at myself too, it didn't feel out of place what I was wearing.

A oversized hoodie, and a pair of my favourite sweatpants. Didn't they know these types of clothes in this time? I thought they would...

'What's weird about it?' I ask.

He reaches out to my ears, and pulls on one of my earbuds. That leads to my Ipod.

'Ouch, that hurts you know!'

Quickly I stick my hand in my pocket, to protect my Ipod from being revealed. But clever Sirius seemed to have figured out what I use the earbuds for. Because he holds it against his own ear.

'Does- that music come from a cassette?' he asks.

'Yes!' I say happily, glad that I don't have to really further explain.

He leaned forward, and looked at me, locking me in his gaze.

'Then where is the recorder?'

Of course Joanne Rowling, create me a man with brains, I think, a little ticked off. In the books, this man here, is one of my favourite characters. In my own head, he's also the hottest.

Not that that mattered, for now, because I know what will happen to him in this book.

A thrown away character. As if he had no further use to the plot.

Of course I knew that was a lie, but nonetheless, I was mad when I read about his death scene.

'That er-' I stuttered.

His grin widened, and his hand shot to mine, pulling my Ipod out of my pocket, 'what's this?'

Finally something he doesn't know.