Isn't it funny how one push makes all the difference? (Marauders time travel)

Chapter 13: THE UNPLEASENT NEWS

When there are two Sirius's in a room together, The old one will be O. Sirius and the young one will be Y. Sirius.

Chapter 13: THE UNPLEASENT NEWS - She is my best friend...

Y. Sirius POV

My life is going to suck. I can see it in myself. I'm going to be a happy man, until the secret keeper is going to be chosen and then I'm going to suffer. I can't believe I'm going to live without James, I really can't. He's like a brother to me, yet he's not going to be around for very long. I only have six years to spent with him... SIX! That's nothing. If I ever see Voldemort, I'm going to kill him! I hate him, I hate Peter. If I don't get obliviated I swear to Merlin, I shall kill the bloody rat with my two bare hands. 

 How do I live? The old me seems happy to see me happy and it's odd how could I ever be happy, when I suffered so much. I can't believe I hadn't committed suicide. Though now that I think about it I probably had tried. Anyway I think I will try and not think about my future any longer.

It's nice to see what happened to my folks. My deranged cousin is in Azkaban, Andy is now, like me, a blood traitor, my sweet mother is now a portrait! I have to say it's quite brilliant: I don't need to see her walking around the house and when she decides to do her daily exercise - shouting and yelling and screaming, we can just cover her with a curtain. It's amazing I wish I would be able to do that to her in my time.

 Lily POV

After meeting the old Sirius, me James and Y. Sirius went to see Mr. Weasley with the others. He was in a really bad state. I feel bad for him. But how did Harry see it all? Through the eyes of a snake? Is that even possible? James told me that Voldemort has or had a snake and at the moment it seems like he really did see it all through the eyes of Voldemort's snake.

"I wonder where the tearoom is?" Hermione asked, as we left Mr. Weasley.

 "Fifth floor," I said, having remembered the sign over the welcome witch's desk. We walked along the corridor, through a set of double doors and found a rickety staircase lined with more portraits of brutal-looking Healers. As we climbed it, the various Healers called out to us, diagnosing odd complaints and suggesting horrible remedies. Ron was seriously affronted when a medieval wizard called out that he clearly had a bad case of spattergroit. 

"And what's that supposed to be?" he asked angrily, as the Healer pursued him through six more portraits, shoving the occupants out of the way. 

 "Tis a most grievous affliction of the skin, young master, that will leave you pockmarked and more gruesome even than you are now -"

"Watch who you're calling gruesome!" said Ron, his ears turning red. 

"Hear him out, Ron," Sirius said and signaled the wizard to continue.

"- the only remedy is to take the liver of a toad, bind it tight about your throat, stand naked at the full moon in a barrel of eels' eyes -"

"I have not got spattergroit!" Ron continued to argue.

"Remus does it every full moon," I heard Sirius whisper to James, who started laughing quietly. What does that mean?

"But the unsightly blemishes upon your visage, young master -" 

"They're freckles!" said Ron furiously, "now get back in your ownpicture and leave me alone!"

"What floor's this?" Ron asked, trying to not shout.

"I think it's the fifth," said Hermione. 

 "Nah, it's the fourth," said Harry, "one more —" But as he stepped on to the landing he stopped and stared at the small window set into the double doors that marked the start of a corridor signposted SPELL DAMAGE. A man was peering out at us with his nose pressed against the glass. He had wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes and a broad smile.