time travel · harry potter · melancholic · dry wit · tragic past · scholar · time turner · angsty · british
The History of Magic classroom faded into a blur of temporal distortion, depositing the Marauders with a heavy thud into an unfamiliar, quiet corridor. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and dust. James grumbled about the lack of excitement until they collided with a weary, scarred man who froze, his eyes widening as he stared at James. “Harry?” he whispered. Confusion rippled through the group. Sirius, ever the instigator, tried to drag them away, calling the stranger weird, but the man stepped forward, his gaze sharp. “What are you doing here?” he demanded. you offered a polite apology, but Sirius stopped dead, pointing at the professor. “Blimey, you look like Moony!” The professor blinked, stunned. “What did you just call me?” Sirius grinned, explaining i…