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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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Headquarters became a revolving door for members of the Order. Sirius had a couple bedrooms on rotation for anyone who needed a place to crash for the night, especially those who were assigned guard duty to the department of mysteries. He was sitting in the kitchen one night in the middle of October, reading the idiocrasy of the Daily Prophet when he heard some furniture slamming upstairs. He jumped up, Kingsley was supposed to be staying the night, and it was unlike him to make such noise. Sirius pulled his wand out and jogged up the stairs, his mind alert and his body ready for action. He made his way down the second floor corridor to the room Kingsley was staying in, putting one hand on the door knob and holding his wand in front of him.
“Kingsley?? You alright??” he called, and he heard a muffled sound from the other side of the door.
He turned the knob and burst in, and to his dismay, found a naked Tonks bent over in a compromising position, Kingsley positioned behind her.
“Ah fuck!” Sirius cried “you could’ve locked the door!!!”
“You could’ve knocked!” Kingsley growled as Sirius slammed the door shut.
He walked back down the hallway cursing under his breath; he owed Mia 10 galleons.
The next morning, Mia and Remus stopped over for breakfast. Kingsley and Tonks had slipped out of the house very early, skipping breakfast all together as to avoid the awkwardness with Sirius. Molly and Arthur were there, Molly cooking a delicious breakfast spread.
“Had I known Tonks and Kingsley weren’t staying for breakfast, I wouldn’t’ve made so much food.” She said as she set the table.
Sirius walked into the kitchen and tossed a small velvet sack at Mia. She opened it and peered inside; she saw 10 glittering gold coins. It took her a moment to realize why Sirius had handed her a sack of galleons; the sourness visible on his face.
“No fucking way…” she breathed, a grin creeping on her face.
“Don’t talk to me” he growled, making Mia smile even bigger.
Remus looked at her and the velvet pouch puzzled, for which she didn’t elaborate. She simply winked, pocketing her galleons and grinning furiously. Sirius sat down at the table across from them, his face puckering,
“That’s total bullshit, by the way” he sneered at Mia.
She stuck her tongue out at him, snickering into her coffee cup.
Order changed the agenda of dueling practice one crisp November morning to practicing sending messages with their patronuses. Everyone was standing in a circle, sending theirs to the middle as if delivering message to the group. Susan’s badger scurried around the group quickly, her message reading loud and clear, compared to Sirius’s dog’s message too soft and scratchy to hear what it was saying.
“I spent 12 years in Azkaban, my patronus is a little rusty” he shrugged.
When it was Remus’s turn, he hesitated; he hated producing a corporeal patronus. He preferred to keep it it as plain silver shields and wisps, due to the fact that his patronus was a wolf, and he hated it. It was a constant reminder as to what he was. He fought his embarrassment and cast his bright silver wolf, his message ringing clear. Tonks and Kingsley took their turns with his lynx and her jackrabbit before it was Mia’s turn to try. She hadn’t tried to send a message via patronus before, so she figured it would come out just as bad as Sirius’s. She closed her eyes and focused on the message she wanted to send, allowing all her happy memories of Remus to fill her as she cast her silvery wolf to the middle of the circle; her message ringing clear.
“I hope this comes out ok” the wolf rang in her voice, and Mia jumped up and down with delight.
“I did it!” she exclaimed. Sirius rolled his eyes at her
“Show off” he growled, giving her a half smile.
“Your patronus is a wolf also? That’s curious…” Tonks said, scratching her chin.
“Very curious.” Susan said flatly, a look of pure dissatisfaction on her face.
“Why is that curious??” she hissed at Sirius, but didn’t get the chance answer as Arthur’s silver weasel interrupted them. She turned to Remus who was giving her a peculiar smile. Irritation flushed through her; she hated feeling like she was the only one who didn’t know something.
As the holidays drew nearer, their lives kept them away from 12 Grimmauld place. Between Mia’s shifts at the wine and cheese shop and her guard duties for the Order, she didn’t get a ton of free time to spend with Sirius. She and Tonks were usually teamed up to guard the Department of Mysteries, which under the cover of Moody’s invisibility cloaks, kept them concealed for their shifts. They had grown to become pretty great friends, sharing stories of their times at Hogwarts, stories of Remus and Kingsley, and Tonks giving Mia advice on becoming an Auror. Remus was sent off on many secret missions for Dumbledore, keeping him from spending much free time at headquarters as well. It seemed like the only time he retreated back to headquarters the last 6 weeks for more than just a few minutes was to stay in the cellar during the full moons, feeling like that was the most secure place for him. Sirius seemed to be getting more depressed by the day, turning into quite a grouch. Mia tried to make the effort to see Sirius when she could, but he seemed irritated by how little he had been seeing of her and Remus, making it hard to enjoy their visits.
Mia was pretty sure that Sirius and Penelope had been in correspondence at least. Whenever an unfamiliar owl would appear at the window, Penelope would hastily snatch the parchment from the owl, grinning ear to ear and blush furiously as she slipped back into her bedroom. She failed miserably at being casual; closing her bedroom door every time she got a letter was a dead give-away she was receiving messages she didn’t want Remus and Mia to see.
They spent Thanksgiving on base with John and his unit. Remus was still confused by the whole tradition of Thanksgiving, but wasn’t arguing with a large spread of turkey and mashed potatoes that the airmen prepared. A couple members of John’s unit joined them for the holiday, Remus irritated by the presence of ‘Senior Airman Douchebag’, Eric, who was obviously interested in Mia. Remus found it curious when he was the one to call Mia and inform her that John needed her to make pumpkin pies for the dinner, rather than John calling himself. He acted as if Remus didn’t exist any time they had interacted with him while on base, and the holiday was no different. Eric spent most of Thanksgiving dinner giving Mia wry smiles, and asking her questions to try to get to know her. His pearly white teeth and his chiseled jaw line made Remus want to hit him with a bat bogey hex. That would fix his unnecessarily handsome face right up.
She and Remus had started staying mostly at her flat, but Mia loved being back at the cottage for the weekends. It was so much more relaxing than the hustle and bustle of London. Her and Penelope’s flat was always so noisy, they would cast silencing charms to block out the street noise, but there was something about the cottage that made it seem so peaceful. Mia almost swore the air was fresher out there.
They were curled up in bed one night in mid-December, sleeping with about 7 fluffy blankets that had been cast with heating charms to warm them as they slept, snow falling gently outside. Mia’s head was resting on Remus’s chest when she was startled awake by a clattering on the window. She sprung up and grabbed her wand.
“Lumos” she muttered, and was relieved to see it was just an owl at the window.
She opened it to let the owl in, untying the parchment that was attached to its leg. She gave the owl one of Lionel’s treats, who snapped his beak in irritation.
“Oh Lionel, don’t be such a prat” she hissed at the owl, who snapped at her in response.
Remus sat up and stretched his arms and yawned, his hair disheveled from sleeping so soundly.
“It’s cold, close the window!” he complained, groaning.
The barn owl hooted and flew out the window, Mia closing the pane behind it. She opened the letter and gasped.
“Arthur’s been injured! He was attacked by a snake, Molly said he’s going to be ok, but we can’t visit him for another day or so.” Mia said in disbelief.
“What do you mean attacked by a snake??” Remus asked pointedly, now much more awake and alert.
He grabbed the letter out of Mia’s hands and read it quickly.
“I’m going to call Sirius” he growled, and exited the bedroom.
Mia wrapped herself in a fluffy heated blanket and followed him, finding him on his knees with his head in the fireplace. She made a cup of tea for both of them and situated herself on the couch to wait for him to finish speaking with Sirius. They spoke for maybe 15 minutes before Remus yanked his head back out of the fireplace, turning to see Mia situated comfortably with her tea.
“So?” she asked, taking a sip.
He joined her on the couch and picked up his mug she had brought him.
“Voldemort was behind it. Arthur was guarding the department of mysteries, alone, and he had the snake attack him. Harry saw the whole thing in a dream, most likely saved his life.”
“Why was he alone???” Mia hissed.
“I guess Bill wasn’t able to work his shift tonight, but rather than try to get a replacement, he just told Bill to take the night off. Things had been quiet; he didn’t think it was a big deal.” Remus said heavily. “Bill feels guilty.”
“I’m sure” Mia said, “We should head back to headquarters in the morning. I’ll owl Penelope and get her to cover for me at work for a few days.”
The next morning, Remus and Mia apparated to 12 Grimmauld place, finding the Weasley children, Harry and Molly situating themselves to leave. Sirius looked terrible; he was unshaven, his hair hadn’t been brushed and he smelled like a distillery. He had sunk himself into the couch, looking disappointed he couldn’t go to visit Arthur.
“Fantastic, Remus and Mia are here, we’re just waiting on Tonks!” Molly called to the group of teens.
As if her name had a taboo placed on it, Tonks came bustling into entranceway, kicking the umbrella stand and awaking Mrs. Black’s screeching portrait. Molly and Sirius flew upstairs to shut up the Black matriarch, while Mia wrapped Tonks in a friendly hug.
“Tonks you are fucking klutz” she giggled.
“Wotcher, Mia” Tonks chuckled. “Ready to go, everyone?”
She turned her attention to the group of teens congregated before them. Molly and Sirius reappeared back into the living room; Sirius now had a giant grin on his face.
“Everyone, we are going to spend Christmas here instead of at the Burrow, if that’s alright. Here is much closer to St. Mungos”.
The teens all gave an approving thumbs up or audible ‘yeahs!” making Sirius beam even more.
“Remus, Tonks, Mia, of course you all are welcome for Christmas dinner, as are the other order members.” Molly added.
“We’d love to, Molly.” Mia said, grinning at her and Sirius.
“Wonderful, ok Sirius, we’ll be back after bit”
Molly began ushering the kids out the front door, but Mia hung back and ran up to Sirius, hugging him.
“It’s so good to see you” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
Entering St Mungo’s Hospital brought back memories for Mia of her childhood. She had seen a trauma counsellor here for a couple years after moving back to the UK, working through her PTSD from the night that John was tortured in front of her. The mannequin in the store window of Purge and Dowse ltd. looked the exact same as it did those years ago. She remembered her mother talking to the mannequin, then having her and Mia lean against the window to enter the lobby. She wasn’t paying attention to anyone’s conversations until she heard Tonks address the mannequin.
“Wotcher, we’re here to see Arthur Weasley” she said softly.
The mannequin nodded slightly, beckoning the group forwards with a slight movement of its finger. They leaned against the glass in pairs, feeling like they were stepping through the barrier of platform 9 ¾ at Kings Cross.
Once inside the lobby, Mia felt another sense of familiarity looking around at scene before her. She was reminded of her mother taking her small hand and leading her to the Welcome Witch’s desk to check in.
“Amelia Roswell, Trauma counselling” Susan would whisper, not wanting the other people around her to hear the reasoning for their visit.
“yes, 4th floor, as you know by now” the welcome witch would say, her tone bored and unenthusiastic.
Mia almost thought she was that same little girl for a split second when she felt a hand take her own. She turned to see Remus, pulling her along as the group was quite a few paces ahead.
“Sorry, I spaced out” she said, looking back over her shoulder.
“It’s alright” he said with a warm smile “Arthur is in the Dai Llewellyn ward, for serious bites”
Remus led her down the halls, following the group towards the proper ward.
They had to visit Arthur in pairs, as the ward was small, so Tonks and Mia took their turn together. He looked as good as he could, as he was nearly mauled to death by a venomous snake. They made mostly small talk with him, trying to lift his spirits with light conversation. There were two other patients in the ward with him; a woman who wouldn’t disclose what she was working with when she was bit, and a man who suffered a werewolf bite.
The werewolf next to Arthur’s bed looked almost green as he lay there, quiet as can be. Arthur said he was having a difficult time coping with the idea that he was now a werewolf, which struck a chord with Mia. Apparently Arthur had told him about Remus, and what a great person he was, but he didn’t have much luck lifting his spirits.
“You can send in Remus and Molly, I’m going to hang back” she whispered to Tonks when they had finished their visit.
She walked over to where the werewolf was laying, entering the partition that separated him with the other patients. Tonks looked at her puzzled, but shook it off and exited the ward.
“Hi” she said casually as she sat down
“uhm, hello” the werewolf said uncomfortably
“I’m Mia” she smiled
“Why are you sitting here?” the werewolf asked, not introducing himself.
“I just figured you’d like some company.” Mia said, still smiling at him. “How are you feeling?”
“Like shit, if you’re asking” he scoffed.
Mia recognized the look of self-loathing on this man’s face, she had seen it on Remus’s ten times over at this point. He hated what happened to him, and hated what he now was.
“You will be able to live a relatively normal life with this condition” Mia said soothingly, but the man glared at her.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, little girl.” He growled
“Little girl? How old do you think I look?” Mia’s tone became slightly irritated, but she told herself that this man was just projecting his anger onto her. “My boyfriend is a werewolf.”
Remus had been in the ward for a few minutes at this point, and couldn’t help but eavesdrop on Mia’s conversation.
“Boyfriend? You shag a man that has this illness?” the werewolf asked in disbelief, looking her up and down with a quizzical stare.
“I do, and he is a wonderful, good man. I love him because and in spite of what he is. He is more than his illness, same as you.” She said, smiling at him again. “He is self-conscious about what he is also, and I won’t lie, there are some very prejudice people out there, but his life is good. You will find your way through this, I know it.”
The werewolf’s expression softened slightly, but he didn’t say anything. Mia didn’t want to overstay her welcome, so she decided to leave him with that last bit.
“Well, I got to go. Have a good day, sir” she said politely, and got up to leave the ward.
The werewolf didn’t respond, but Remus, who could hear everything from the other side of the partition, found himself smiling.
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