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Forever and Always	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6832 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Mia had been released from the hospital wing the following night, but when she walked through the halls she felt as if everyone was whispering about her. Her mother sent her an owl, letting her know she was glad she was ok, and that she would be contacting Dumbledore to ensure that Andrew was punished to her liking. Penelope tried her best to dispel any ugly rumors, but most of the school knew what had happened between her and Andrew. She wished Remus was around, but he was away as it was over the full moon. Sitting at the table during lunch, Marcus, Andrew’s younger and much less handsome brother kept shooting dirty looks at her. Some of Andrews other friends, Trevor Greentree and Michael Bobbitt, were whispering and sneaking glances at her.
“Ignore them, Mia” Penelope said. Mia’s eyes snapped back over to Penelope across from her. She sighed as she took a bite of her sandwich.
“I just want to forget this” she said quietly.
“It’ll die down” Penelope said reassuringly. Mia began to space off, thinking of what she needed to do to show Remus she was ready to commit to being with him after graduation. Her first visit was going to be to the resident Potions Master, Severus Snape himself.
During his office hours later in the week, Professor Snape was sitting at his desk grading essays on Amortencia, ready to claw his eyes out. Don’t these insufferable students pay any attention?? His focus was broken when he heard a knock at the door.
“Miss Roswell, what are you doing here?” he sneered, surprised to see her coming to ask a question.
“Hi Professor, I, uh, wanted to ask you for help with something” she began cautiously.
“Spit it out Roswell, I don’t have all evening” Snape turned his attention back to his essays.
“I was wondering if you could teach me to brew the Wolfsbane potion.” She blurted out. Snape put his quill down and looked up at her curiously, sinking back in to his chair.
“The Wolfsbane potion is an extremely complex brew, what need would you have for it anyway?”
“I think after graduation I want to go into magical disease research” she lied “I figured if I knew how to brew the Wolfsbane potion, it would give me the upper hand on my resume” Snape lifted one eyebrow at her.
“Very well, you will be in my classroom at 6pm SHARP tomorrow, and we will brew a batch together so you can see how it’s done properly.”
Mia squeaked with delight “oh thank you so much Professor Snape!” she beamed at him. She honestly expected him to tell her to get lost when she asked about such a complex potion.
“No groveling, it’s beyond annoying. Run along Miss Roswell, I’ll see you tomorrow”.
Mia arrived in the potion’s classroom at 5:52 the next evening, even arriving before Snape. She took a seat at her usual potions table, and laid her head in her arms on the table top. Her mind was racing around the thoughts of Remus, her classes and the whispers from other students still talking about the incident with her and Andrew. She was beginning to feel stress overload, as well as the only thing she wanted to do was focus on her plan to show Remus that she was serious about what their relationship could be after she graduated. Many of her other classmates were talking about summer internships with the ministry, or apprenticeships they were going to begin after the summer holiday. Mia, however, felt as she would be stuck a student forever. Her mother was making her take a muggle education equivalency exam, a test that gives you your high school equivalency for dropouts and kids who are smarter than their age, sometime in the next year. Susan believed a well-rounded education was important, muggle and wizard. Mia had thought about following in her mother’s footsteps and becoming an Auror, but that all depended on her NEWT scores. Her deep thoughts were shattered as Snape’s sneering voice cut through the silence.
“Look alive, Roswell, this isn’t nap time. You will do well to remember that I am volunteering my time for this lesson, don’t make me regret it.”
“Yes sir” Mia said jumping to her feet. “I am ready to begin.”
She and Snape spent the next two hours going over the Wolfsbane potion, prepping and brewing the potion side by side so Mia could learn quicker. She actually liked this method of teaching from him; he was a lot less intimidating in a one on one lesson. His knowledge of potions and ingredients was incredible. He spent a few minutes explaining each ingredient to her, as she took detailed notes on their uses and properties. His voice was almost normal during this lesson, free of sneer and judgement. Mia could’ve sworn she almost saw him smile when her potion was near complete and going smoothly. She was starting to think that Snape wasn’t so bad after all, despite hating him over the last 7 years. As they were finishing up the potion, a knock came at the door. Remus walked in, a surprised look came over his face when he saw Mia standing there.
“Hi Severus, I didn’t mean to interrupt, I came by to collect some Wolfsbane potion. For class of course.” he said, not wanting Snape to know that Mia knew about his illness.
“Fresh out.” Snape said, the sneer creeping back into his voice. “However, Roswell is learning to brew the Wolfsbane potion as we speak. I will send her to your office with the vials from these batches.”
Remus and Snape exchanged a tense gaze “thank you.” He said calmly and walked out, catching Mia’s eye for just a moment.
Mia decided to play dumb, curious if Snape would out Remus. It was no secret that the two professors weren’t the greatest of friends. “What lesson would Professor Lupin need 50 vials of Wolfsbane for?” she asked.
“No time for stupid questions. Stir that potion 48 times counter clockwise, and then 37 times clockwise before adding the dittany!” he snapped at her. Mia fought the urge to roll her eyes. She took back her earlier thought; Snape was as bad as she thought before.
When her potion was finished, Snape brought out a case of vials for her to portion. “Well, Miss Roswell, you did a competent job brewing this potion. I will write you a letter of recommendation stating your skill in preparing the Wolfsbane potion.” He said, the sneer gone from his voice again.
“Thank you, sir, thank you” she said, grateful for his lesson, and impressed that he was writing her a letter for her fake resume.
“Now scrub those cauldrons clean, I want them to shine like mirrors when you are done.” His lips curled up slightly, the sneer returned for that last sentence. She cursed under her breath, she HATED scrubbing cauldrons.
Mia waddled to Remus’ office carrying a box of 50 vials of Wolfsbane potion. It was very heavy, and she wanted to make sure that she didn’t drop any. This stock could last Remus a very long time, and she was thankful he was able to have it. The Wolfsbane potion is extremely expensive, Many werewolves couldn’t afford it, so they were stuck losing their minds every full moon with their transformation.
Harry Potter and Remus were sitting on the green couch having a cup of tea. “Hey Mia, thanks for bringing those by. Could you put them upstairs for me, please?”
Mia huffed as she started up another flight of stone stairs carrying the very heavy box. When she reached Remus’s bedroom, she was startled by the sight of Sirius, standing in the doorway to the bathroom, the room dark enough to conceal most of his face. She tripped a little and jumped when she saw him, not expecting him to be there. The bottles in the box rustled loudly. Sirius put a finger to his lips to tell her to remain quiet and not give him away.
“you alright up there?” Remus called.
“Yes, I’m fine, just lost my footing”. She ran over to Sirius and hugged him silently. As she was about to walk out of the bedroom, she put a finger to her lips also, letting him know she would keep quiet. As she came down the stairs, Harry and Remus were laughing.
“Did you enjoy your private lesson with Professor Snape?” Remus asked, his eyes twinkling with humor.
“Actually I did” she began “he’s a very good teacher, and he is quite lovely once you get to know him”
She half-lied, just to get under Remus’s skin. Harry snorted with laughter, and she could hear him tell Remus as she was walking out of the office “she must’ve hit her head or something”. Remus always encouraged Harry to be respectful of Snape, but couldn’t but chuckle at Harry’s joke. The pair of them laughed, and Mia giggled and rolled her eyes to herself as she walked down the stairs to exit the classroom.
Mia sat in the great hall the next morning, pondering how to obtain her next magical private lesson. She had read that werewolves do not attack animals, and remembered Remus telling her that James, Peter and Sirius had become animagi to keep him company during the full moon. Professor McGonagall was an animagus herself, being able to transform into a cat. Mia was anxious about asking her. She was able to spin a story to Snape as to why she needed to learn the Wolfsbane potion, but there is no reason that Mia could think of to explain why she wanted McGonagall to guide her into becoming an animagus. It was an extremely complex form of magic, and she of course couldn’t tell her that she wanted to be an animal so she could keep her teacher-boyfriend company during a full moon. She sighed audibly, and began buttering her toast a little too hard, causing the slice to crack.
“Easy on that toast there, Roswell” one of the Slytherin boys, Trevor Greentree, that used to hang around Andrew was walking by. “It might cry rape if you’re not careful”
The group of boys laughed as they walked to the other end of the Slytherin table. Mia’s fists clenched into tight fists, she felt her blood boiling. She was so tired of being called names and being made into someone she’s not. She didn’t want to be the victim. She didn’t want Andrew to be made into a victim either.
“Leave it Mia, it’s not worth it” Penelope started, seeing the anger rise on her friends face.
Mia did not listen. Her fight or flight senses kicking in, this time, she chose to fight. She picked up her wand and aimed right for Trevor, and sent him a slug vomiting charm. He unfortunately heard the incantation, and blocked it just in time. Mia jumped up onto the Ravenclaw table and climbed down the other side, sending any uncomfortable hex she could think of. Trevor was a skilled member of the dueling club, blocking all her spells she sent his way. He sent a few hexes of his own at her, but she was swift and blocked them as well.
“Expelliarmus” she cried.
Trevor’s wand flew out of his hand and across the great hall, and Mia held her wand to his throat, breathing heavily, anger still flooding her. She heard “Expelliarmus” from her left side, and her wand was out of her hand quicker than she was able to see who it was. A swarm of teachers had crowded around her, but it was Remus who was holding her wand.
“Miss Roswell, what on earth…” Professor Flitwick began.
Mia, unarmed, had a gut reaction and punched Trevor square in the face, breaking his nose.
“Eat shit, Greentree” she said, tackling him to the ground.
She got a couple good blows in before he struck her back, causing her lip to swell and bleed in the same place Andrew had gotten her. As she tried to strike him again, Remus pulled her off of him, holding her back firmly.
“MISS ROSWELL” Flitwick shouted again, shocked by the events that just unfolded in front of the entire school.
Snape pulled Trevor to his feet and walked him out of the great hall to the hospital wing. Mia tried to chase after him, blood still boiling, but Remus held her back tight.
“Amelia Roswell, what has gotten into you?” Flitwick came up to her, looking up with immense disappointment. “50 points from Ravenclaw for your poor judgement. This is NOT how we deal with disagreements”
“Disagreements, Professor?” Mia scoffed, Remus’ grip still tight on her.
“Mia I think you should take a deep breath...” Remus began.
“Shut it Moony, I didn’t ask you” Mia spat pointedly, the only two people taking note that Mia referred to Remus by a nickname was Remus himself, and Dumbledore. Turning her attention back to Flitwick, she spoke again.
“This is more than a disappointment. This is about the fact that I was attacked, and everyone thinks it’s ok to slut shame the victim.” She turned her attention to the swarm of students crowded around the fight. “Let’s all blame Mia, the big fucking slut, because Andrew most certainly didn’t get drunk and beat the shit out of me!”
She was out of control, she was fighting Remus’ grip on her, screaming at the crowd, hot tears beginning to sting her eyes out of anger and frustration. With a wave of Dumbledore’s wand, Mia instantly fell sleepy. She closed her eyes and was out quicker than blowing a candle.
“Alright, back to your plates, show is over” McGonagall scolded, shooing students away.
Dumbledore looked at Remus, eyes twinkling with curiosity.
“Remus, please bring Miss Roswell to my office, I’d like to speak with her about what just happened” Dumbledore said, giving him a look that told him he wanted to speak with him as well.
Remus realized that Dumbledore picked up on Mia’s use of his nickname. He muttered “moblicorpus” at Mia, and she stood up straight, as if invisible strings were holding her up like a marionette. She was unconscious, hovering 6 inches above the ground. Remus led her floating body out of the great hall, following Dumbledore to his office. Remus knew he needed to think of an excuse, FAST.
As they entered Dumbledore’s office, Remus situated Mia on the couch. “How long until she wakes up?” Remus asked.
“Oh, maybe a few more minutes; just long enough that she should be calmed when she wakes.” Dumbledore said, taking his seat. “I’m sure Mr. Greentree deserved a good blow to the face, but unfortunately this is a very serious situation, since Miss Roswell struck first, she will unfortunately be spending a good few weeks in detention with Argus.”
Remus felt pity for Mia. Detention with Filch is the worst, he knew it all too well from his school days.
“Now, Remus, I must ask. Why is it that Amelia here referred to you as Moony?” Dumbledore’s eyes were twinkling, making Remus uncomfortable.
He was starting to formulate an idea based on how Remus had reacted during the situation with Andrew also, but didn’t have enough pieces of the puzzle to have the full idea.
“I’m not sure,” he began, running his hands through his sandy hair. “Her mother knew of my nickname in the order, maybe Susan refers to me as that and Mia just picked it up? Anger can make you say or do strange things.”
He wasn’t sure if his excuse was going to work or not, as Dumbledore showed no relief on his face.
“Something tells me, Remus, that your statement isn’t entirely true. I’m going to guess the reason is not one you care to share, however I must ask you to remember that actions have consequences. I’d hope there is nothing here that I should be worried about?” Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.
“No sir, nothing to be worried about.” Remus lied; his tone calm as the black lake at sunrise.
“Very well, that’ll be all Remus, thank you.” Remus nodded and turned to exit.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he got to corridor outside Dumbledore’s office. He felt a pang of guilt run through him, knowing he was betraying Dumbledore’s trust. One side of his brain was angry that this man had given him the ability to get an education so many years ago, and gave him a job that actually challenged him, and he was stomping on it by sneaking around with a student. The other side had deep feelings for Mia; it was more than just a hook up with a young girl here and there. She was honestly the only one that he could say he’s ever really been in love with at this point, and didn’t want to give that up. He knew they would have to be more careful going forward, as he was certain Dumbledore wouldn’t forget this.
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