(The video opens up to some nice spinning imagery as its user attempts to figure out how the device works. Sights include: the street, the outside of the hospital, a hand holding what looks like a decorated stick, and small glimpses of the owner's pants.)

How the hell does this--Come on now, work you bloody thi--Ah! Finally!

(And now there's a nice close up of a young man's charmingly dark, handsome face. Hello, people of New Moore! Meet Sirius Black.)

Can anyone hear me? (A pause. As if satisfied by the silence, he continues:)

Listen, as much as I enjoy a good prank--and believe me, I do enjoy them. This is taking things a little too far. Don't get me wrong, this is lovely handiwork this is. The setting? Truly a masterpiece. Really, I've never seen anything like it. Could do with a better welcoming committee, though.  I'd suggest one that wasn't so sterile. But the point is, I'd be more inclined to believe that a goblin robbed Gringotts than this load of rubbish about being "real now" and stuck here--wherever here is--where is here, exactly? (There's a pause here as he looks around, and for a second, Sirius' smile fades and his eyebrows furrow as if in thought. Then, as if with much difficulty, the smile returns and he looks back at the device.) I'm a busy man you see. I've got people to meet, plans to thwart, motorbikes to--

Which reminds me. Anyone seen a motorbike around? It looks just like a regular motorbike. If you happen to see one, don't touch it. Just contact me. The name's Sirius Black.

(He moves to try to turn this thing off, but hesitates before he's about to push, what he thinks, is the "off" switch. After a moment of silent deliberation, he grins again.)

Oy! Prongs, Moony, Wormtail! If you're here, I expect hugs and kisses in the next ten seconds. Firewhiskey is also acceptable. Could do with a few Chocolate Frogs as well.

(Seemingly satisfied with his not-so-coded, "I want to make sure my friends are alive" message, he begins fumbling with his device as he attempts to turn it off.)

Oh, Merlin's b--(And it's off!)