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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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“Do you want some eggs? I’m making some for breakfast” Mia asked Penelope, who was sitting at the table nose deep in a copy of Witch Weekly.
“I didn’t know you were eating breakfast these days” she said flatly, not looking up from her magazine.
Mia sighed; it had been a week since their fiasco at Top Hats, and their friendship seemed to be skating on thin ice.
“Today I am” she replied, trying to stifle an eye roll. “So you want some or not?”
“Sure” Penelope shrugged
They sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes as they ate, the only sound in the flat was their chewing and scraping of forks on their plate.
“So, Kingsley said if I wanted, he might be able to get me an internship at the Ministry. Maybe get my foot in the door so my Auror application next year would stand out.”
Kingsley had been really attentive to her over the last week in regards to her professional future. He had insisted she needed to experience some work in the Ministry to re-spark some passion for her aspiring career. She partly knew he was hoping to be able to make her stay busy enough to keep her out of the bars she had begun to circuit daily.
“Are you actually going to apply next year?”
Mia gritted her teeth “I’m planning on it”
“Great, sounds like a good opportunity”
The tension between them was thick. Penelope’s voice was stale and stiff, not offering much more to the conversation than direct responses. Mia got up and dumped half her plate of eggs in the sink before retreating off to her room, Penelope only looking up from her magazine when Mia already was out of the room.
Mia dug through her drawers as she looked for her Chudley Cannons qudditch t- shirt, unable to find it in the disorganized mess of her dresser. She flung shirts irritably over her shoulder, betting with herself the shirt she was looking for would be at the bottom of the last drawer she’d look in. Her wet hair stuck to the side of her face, fresh out of the shower that she spent nearly an hour in to hopefully avoid Penelope until she left for work. As her hand was groping around the bottom of one of the drawers, she felt her fingertips hit something hard, she pulling it out curiously. Her heart leapt when she pulled out a framed photo of her and Remus by the lake at his cottage, his arm wrapping around her over and over as the pictured replayed the memory. She set it on the dresser and stared at it intently, looking at how happy she was as the photo was taken. Tears began to sting her eyes as she felt the smooth, gold band on her wrist, wondering if Remus was wearing his. What was her reasoning for pushing him away? What on earth did he do to make her feel as irritable and frustrated with him? Nothing she realized, you let him go for absolutely no good reason.
She ran a hand through her damp hair and dug more for her Cannons shirt, finding it at the bottom of the next drawer she looked in. She pulled it over her head and slipped on a pair of sweatpants, staring at the photo as she dressed. You’re an idiot she thought as a few tears fell, her mind replaying the night she stormed out on him. She knew in her heart she loved him, and she missed him. She wished she could go back in time and change that night, run back into his arms and cry and apologize for how terrible she had been. She longed for him to be here with her right now, to hold her and whisper how much he loved her in her ear. If he even still does she thought. You’ve been terrible to everyone; you don’t deserve anyone’s love.
She shot her arm underneath her bed and felt around to find a small bottle of rum. She took a few hearty swigs, feeling a rush of shame that she was turning to alcohol to numb her feelings after her friend’s intervention last week. She felt like she alienated everyone with her chip on her shoulder, she didn’t deserve these wonderful people who claimed to love her. She curled herself into a ball and began to sob, feeling hopeless and alone, covering her mouth in hopes that Penelope wouldn’t hear her.
“You always have been a loud crier” Penelope’s voice called from the doorway.
“I’m not crying” Mia said, wiping her tears quickly
“mhmm…” She hummed as she plopped down next to her, moving the small bottle of rum away from her.
“Do you know why I’ve been upset with you?” She asked
“Because I’m an asshole” Mia said flatly
“You’re not an asshole, your just being one” Penelope said with a chuckle “I am upset with you because I know your hurting, but you’re also hurting yourself. You are self-destructing”
“I know” Mia whispered softly.
“Can I say something without you slitting my throat?”
“Sure”
“You need to get over the thought that you were the only one to love Sirius and be upset over his death. I watched Remus drink nearly a whole bottle of scotch every night because not only was he worried about you, he lost his best friend also. I sat up with him a couple nights, he was really torn up but insisted he keep a brave face for you”
Mia’s chin started quivering as she began to pick her fingernails.
“I love him, Penny, and I was an idiot to leave him. I can’t believe I am so stupid!” She banged her fists against her head in frustration. “I hate myself. Sirius would be ashamed of me. I am ashamed of me”
“We all make mistakes” Penelope said, wrapping her arm around Mia. “That’s how we learn”
“He probably hates me” she sniffled, looking back up at the picture of the two of them, her heart fluttering as she watched him wrap his arm around her over and over.
“I don’t think he could ever hate you” Penelope said with a half-smile.
“Do you hate me?”
“No, you daft bimbo, but I hate what you are doing to all of us and yourself” she chortled “You want to have a girls night tonight? I’m off work at 6; we could invite Tonks too and go shopping in Diagon Alley?”
“I’m supposed to spend the evening with my dad” Mia said, wiping her tears on the hem of her shirt. “Maybe next weekend? Make a whole day of it?”
“It’s a date” Penelope said with a small smile.
Penelope took Mia’s hand and squeezed it gently.
“I love you, you know. That’s why you make me so mad”
Mia sniffled and leaned her head against Penelope’s shoulder. “I love you too, Penny.”
Remus’s time underground with the werewolf pack had proven to be much more difficult than he was expecting. Many of the werewolves were suspicious of him, he showed too many signs of having lived with wizards, rather than denouncing the ways of the wizarding world and living off stolen meat and hunting humans during full moons. He was certain his toothbrush gave him away as being ‘too’ civilized, receiving many side eye glances as he brushed before bed and when he woke. He had snuck his wolfsbane potion the couple full moons he spent with the pack, but was too nervous to give any out at this stage in his mission. Many of the werewolves that he did get to speak to seemed too afraid of Fenrir Greyback, the most savage werewolf in Britain, to change sides. Things didn’t look like they were going well for the Order from what he was able to read in the few Daily Prophet issues he was able to obtain. The Death Eaters that were placed in Azkaban following the Battle of the Department of Mysteries were found missing from their cells again, noted as another mass breakout, and the strange murders and disappearances were ramping up tenfold.
Remus was sitting off a few paces away from the center of the pack with his bag of potions and toiletries, running his index finger over the smooth gold bracelet that was fastened snug on his wrist. He could’ve sworn the bracelet had twitched, not exactly vibrated like it was supposed to if Mia was in danger, but he felt something. He didn’t even know if she were still wearing hers; would she have removed it and thrown it out when she left him?
He willed himself to forget about her, the usual feelings of self-loathing trying to tell him it was due to his condition that he knew she’d never be able to stay with a werewolf. Deep down he knew it had nothing to do with him being a werewolf, but it was easier to blame his ‘furry little problem’, as James had nicknamed is so many years ago.
His mind kept returning to the night she left, the feeling of his heart hitting the floor when he told her not to leave, and she walked out the door anyway, not even looking back. Why didn’t he follow her? Run her down and force her to admit she loved him and was just hurting over Sirius? He wished he had some scotch with him at this moment, he wanted nothing more than to chug the whole bottle and forget that night.
“Remus Lupin, wasn’t it?”
His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar face walking over to him, sitting down between him and his bag. It was the werewolf from the ward at St. Mungos, whose bed was next to Arthur’s the previous year.
“I’m sorry; I didn’t catch your name when we met last year…?” Remus said politely.
The werewolf chuckled “That’s ‘cause I didn’t give it. Where’s that pretty girl of yours?”
“She’s not around anymore” Remus muttered, fidgeting with his sleeve to cover the golden band around his wrist.
“Oh, you didn’t maul during the cycle, did you??” the werewolf asked, cringing slightly.
Remus let out a bark of laughter “No, no nothing like that. We broke up a few months ago.”
“She seemed perfectly fine with shagging a werewolf when she talked to me…?”
“We lost a… friend, at the beginning of this summer. She hasn’t been the same since.”
“Grief does terrible things to people. I know this from experience.” The werewolf said, leaving back against the cave wall. “I was real tore up after I was bitten, but once I joined this pack I felt a sense of community. I was going to be able to live with this, and be alright.”
“I’m glad you came to terms with yourself” Remus smiled weakly.
“That little girlfriend of yours helped me, actually.” The werewolf chuckled, pulling out a colorful figurine from the pocket of his robes.
Remus’s eyes fixed on the figurine in the man’s hand. He remembered Mia purchasing the small glass wolf, so excited to give it to the man who never had a single visitor in the hospital.
“She’s a sweet girl; pain in the ass I’m sure, but sweet.”
Remus and the werewolf both laughed, a comfortable pause following while Remus remembered all the times Mia had been a handful. He smiled thinking of her, yes she was a pain in the ass, but she was his pain in the ass. Had been his, he realized, his face falling again.
“You know you’re not going to get these wolves to change their mind.” The werewolf said, breaking their silence.
Remus looked at him quickly. He hadn’t known this man was part of the pack, so he hadn’t talked to him about joining sides with the Order of the Phoenix. There was hundreds that lived in this cave; He had maybe only gotten a chance to chat with 40 or 50 werewolves so far.
“There are rumors going around the pack.” The werewolf explained. “’the one who brushes his teeth is a spy’ they’ve been saying. I’d rather fight on your side, but I’d also rather not cross Fenrir Greyback”
“Most of them are afraid to cross him” Remus muttered.
“You should be too, he’ll rip you to shreds” the werewolf chuckled sardonically.
“Greyback was the one who turned me, as a child. He already ripped me to shreds, Sort of.” Remus said darkly.
“No shit” the werewolf breathed “damn, I’m surprised you survived that, he loves biting ‘em young, gets carried away sometimes.”
The pause between them now was awkward, the thought of Fenrir Greyback snacking on the flesh of young children made Remus’s stomach churn.
“Listen, Remus. You should get out of here. Greyback sometimes visits this pack and it wouldn’t be wise for you to be here.”
The werewolf pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket that was yellowed from outdoor exposure.
“You got a quill in here?” he said, looking into Remus’s bag and seeing the stash of wolfsbane potions. “Holy shit, is this wolfsbane?
Remus nodded. “I was going to share.”
“These wolves won’t want this, but could I have some??” the man said eagerly.
Remus plucked out a few vials of wolfsbane and handed them to the man.
“Here, take these.” he said with a small smile. “Quill is in the side zipper pocket of the bag”
The werewolf grinned at him, getting the quill and ink out, scrawling a few words on the yellowed parchment.
“It’s not every day a woman accepts who we are. When you find one that does, you fight for that. Go home, Remus. Fight for her.”
The man wrapped the bit of parchment around the figurine and handed it to Remus.
“Give this to her. Mia. And tell her thank you.” The werewolf said warmly, picking up Remus’s bag and standing up. “Now go get your girl”
Remus smiled, looking at the man as he walked away from him. He hastily shoved the figurine in his bag, and stood up. He looked back at the werewolf who didn’t share his name, who looked over his shoulder and nodded to him.
Remus arrived back at headquarters around dinnertime to find the kitchen table full of members of the Order, everyone enjoying a delicious smelling roast that Molly had prepared. He was greeted with many smiles as he walked into the kitchen, scanning the table for Mia, but she was nowhere to be found.
“Remus! Oh it’s so good to see you!” Molly cried, throwing her arms around his torso. “Sit, eat, you look peaky.”
Molly shoved Remus down into a chair, and fixed him a plate of roast, mashed potatoes green beans. He began shoveling hungrily, the food tasting like pure heaven compared to the dried out hunted game he ate with the pack.
“How did it go underground?” Arthur asked, chuckling at Remus savagely devouring his plate.
“Not well” he said between bites. “Most of them are too afraid of Greyback to change sides.”
“Damn. Well, can’t blame them I guess.” Bill said as Fleur was wiping a bit of gravy off his cheek. “Thanks sweetie…”
Molly and Susan crinkled their nose at them as they rubbed their noses together, their public display of affection slightly nauseating.
Susan looked at Remus with a weak smile. “It’s good to have you back, Remus.”
He about choked on his roast as Susan said this, unsure if he heard her correctly. He looked up at her quickly; she didn’t return a cold glare that she typically gave him over the last year, but looked at him almost like they were friends again.
“Thanks Susan, I’m glad to be back” he said warmly, giving her a friendly smile. He decided to push his luck further with her. “How is Mia?”
Just as the words came out of his mouth, his right wrist began to vibrate.
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