Sirius took a step back when she approached, but didn't make any sudden movements, save for the darting of his eyes between her face and her wand every couple of seconds. It was a nice thought, this notion of a village that pulled you out of your life at a moment when you simply couldn't handle it anymore, but it was unbelievable. Not only that, but this was Narcissa Malfoy - older, to be sure, but Narcissa nonetheless. As far as Sirius was concerned, she hadn't done a single selfless thing since they'd been children. She certainly had it in herself to pretend, to ensnare with soft tones and promising words.
But it was undeniable that she was older, far older than the lat time he'd seen her, far older than she would have been in 1982. Whatever else might be happening, she hadn't been lying about that, and he knew quite well that he wasn't in his late thirties.
No, he wasn't in 1982 anymore. This was someplace else. And it didn't feel like a psychotic break.
What other choice did he have but to follow her? Sirius couldn't possibly refuse an offer to see the Potters again, possible trap or not.
"Lead the way," he said with a jerk of his head back they way she'd come. "Stay where I can see you."