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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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“She’s been back there for hours; I have a right to see her! She’s my daughter!”
“Ma’am, I need you to calm down.”
“Don’t you tell me to calm down, you bi—“
Arthur seized Susan’s shoulder, “Susan, that isn’t helping” he said softly, “come on, sit down”
The Welcome Witch at St. Mungo’s undoubtedly hated her job; her bored, apathetic demeanor made Susan’s blood boil. The Order had been waiting in the lobby all night on their injured friends, watching other patients come and go. Fleur, Molly and Tonks hadn’t gone with the Order to fight, but arrived at St. Mungo’s to wait with the others on the injured members. Bill and Moody had experienced some spell damage during the fight and had been admitted, but they were already treated and taking visitors, while Mia remained in treatment.
Susan was a wreck; she spent the first part of the night sobbing into Kingsley’s shoulder over the death of her ex-husband, and the rest pacing up and down the waiting area, retreating into her mind and refusing to talk anymore about it.
Remus had his head looked at and his cut healed before joining the rest of the Order in the waiting area, twirling his wand in his hand as he absent-mindedly stared at a tile square in front of him. He felt sick; had the rest of the Order not shown up when they had, would their night be much different? Would Fenrir and Dolohov take Mia to torture her elsewhere, leaving him to rot with guilt that he couldn’t save her? Would she have been turned, cursed to live with this terrible condition that he despised? Mia was all he had; he would never forgive himself if he couldn’t protect her.
It seemed like another hour before the Welcome Witch addressed the group, her apathetic personality unchanged from before.
“Are all of you waiting on Amelia Roswell?” she said, a hint of annoyance in her voice.
“Yes, all of us” Susan said “Can we see her?”
“No” the Welcome Witch said flatly “But she is out of treatment and in recovery. It’ll be a bit before she can have visitors so if you all want to go home, we can send owls when she is ready.”
“For merlin’s sake” Susan grumbled under her breath. “Well, I’m going to wait here; she’s my daughter after all”
“Yes ma’am, you’ve said that.”
Susan gave the Welcome Witch a nasty glare before turning back to the Order, all of whom looked exhausted.
“Why don’t you all go get some sleep, it’s been a long night”
“Susie, are you sure you’re ok?” Kingsley asked, standing and wrapping an arm around a yawning Tonks.
“I’ll do better if I stay here” she said, hunching her shoulders.
“We’ll be back, send word if you need anything— anything at all” Molly said, hugging Susan tightly.
The Order filed out of the waiting room, leaving Remus in his chair, staring absent mindedly still in front of him.
“Remus, do you want to go get some sleep?” She asked
He shook his head “I’d like to stay, if that’s alright”
“Sure, I’ll get us coffee” she said softly, turning away from him and making her way up the stairs to the food and beverage floor.
Remus’s mind kept playing the events of the night over and over, John getting hit by the killing curse, dueling with Death Eaters before turning around to see Fenrir Greyback climbing on top of Mia. He shuddered at thinking of him taking a bite out of her, the possibility of her plagued with lycanthropy made him want to vomit and punch a wall simultaneously.
Susan was back quicker than he expected with two steaming hot cups in her hands. She sat down next to him, the cup outstretched to him.
“Thanks” he mumbled.
He sipped the coffee carefully, feeling the liquid warm him all the way down his throat. They sat in silence for a few minutes, sipping awkwardly as they stared at the floor.
“Can I share something with you?” she asked, shifting in her seat.
“Sure” he said quietly
“I have always been hard on Mia. I expected so much from her, pushing her to be the very best she could be at everything she did. I gave her a lot of tough love, but also hovered over, maybe a bit too much at times, because I wanted her to be safe. I wanted to keep her happy, healthy, and successful.”
Remus turned his head to look at her, curious as to where she was going with her statement.
“I raised Mia to be strong-willed, independent, and assertive, much like myself. It came back to bite me in the arse a few times when I realized arguing with Mia was like arguing with myself. Two stubborn people in a disagreement doesn’t end well”
Susan and Remus both chuckled, knowing how much of a pain both she and Mia could be when you tried to argue with either of them.
“I always wondered what man she would end up with. Who would she fall in love with? Who would love her the way she deserves? Who would be good enough for my little girl? My Mia deserves the best, the absolute best. I won’t settle for less than perfect for my daughter”
Remus shifted uncomfortably, but was surprised when he looked at Susan and saw her smiling.
“I’ve been so hard on you Remus, I was so angry with both of you when I found out you had begun a relationship. I thought there were no way you were it for her. You were her teacher, you were toying with her. She told me that she loved you, you were the one, but I didn’t want that to be true. I couldn’t get passed my anger.”
Susan took his hand in hers, squeezing it gently.
“But honestly, I couldn’t think of someone better for my daughter than you, Remus Lupin”
He blinked at her a few times, not believing that she was actually approving of them.
“Really?” he said, sounding thick.
“Really; I just wish you maybe would’ve waited to start a relationship with her after she graduated” Susan teased, making Remus chuckle sheepishly. “Oh, I just hope she’s alright back there”
He nodded, taking another sip of his coffee. “Put your faith in her; she’s strong.”
Mia woke to the bright lights and sterile white walls of St. Mungo’s feeling like she was in a dream. Her broken arm was in a sling, and she had bandages covering her scratches on her hips and thighs. There was a Healer sitting in an armchair in the corner of her room, reading the Daily Prophet and humming softly.
“Oh, Miss Roswell, you’re awake, good, your family would like to see you. Are you ready for them to come in?” She said pleasantly.
“My family?” she asked.
“Yes, a...” she paused as she grabbed a clipboard with Mia’s medical chart. “a Susan Roswell and Remus Lupin. They’ve been waiting all night”
“Yes, please” Mia said, her voice hoarse from just freshly waking up.
She blinked around at the hospital room as she shifted to sit up. Her thighs burned against the bandages as she moved, reminding her of the events of the night before. Her heart dropped when she remembered her dad, the flash of green taking the life out of him and his screams in agony.
The Healer returned with just Susan, who welled up with tears at the sight of her.
“Oh my sweet girl!” Susan cried, rushing over to hug her.
“Hi Mum” Mia said, giving her mother an awkward one armed hug.
“Hi sweetie— I’m so glad you are ok” Susan said, kissing Mia’s cheek. “Remus is here too, he didn’t know if you wanted to see him”
“Yes, please” Mia nodded. “I do want to see him”
Susan nodded to the healer, who popped out of the door and waved. Remus entered the room slowly, giving her a weak smile when he saw her covered in bruises and arm in a sling.
“Hey” he said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed at her feet.
“Hey”
They stared at each other for a moment until Remus cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright” she said quietly, mustering up a small smile.
A knock at the door broke the awkward reunion, and entered was a short, plump balding man in Healer-in-Charge robes.
“Amelia Roswell?” the man asked, giving her a kind smile.
“The one and only” she said, nodding
“I’m the Healer-in-Charge on duty today. May I sit down?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Of course”
He settled himself in the armchair that sat across the room, flipping her medical chart open. His robes were bright blue with an orange stripe down the sides, which differed from the other Healers who wore robes of lime green.
“Your arm was broken in 2 places; we repaired the bones it will take a few days for the swelling to go down. You’ll want to wear that sling until then”
Mia nodded at him, and he continued speaking.
“The scratches on your hips and thighs were quite deep, but we cleaned them out and sealed them with silver and dittany. We have bandages and healing paste on them currently, but since they were made by a werewolf, the scratches will scar.”
“Has she been infected?” Remus asked quickly.
“Our tests show that she currently reads negative for lycanthropy.” He said to Remus, relief flooding through him at this news. “I’ll be back in a couple hours to check on you, we’re going to keep you for a few days for monitoring. Can I get you anything in the meantime?”
“No, thank you” she said with a polite half smile.
He gave her a warm, sympathetic smile as he exited the room. Mia slunk back onto her pillow, in her excitement to see Remus and her mother she nearly forgot the reason she was in the hospital in the first place. The scene of her father struck down by Dolohov’s deadly curse, the feeling of her nerve endings on fire from the cruciatis curse and the memory of Fenrir Greyback slicing through her legs for his own entertainment flashed in her mind’s eye. She bit her lip to keep herself from crying, her expression falling.
“Mum?”
“Hmm?”
“Dad’s dead.”
Susan looked at her, tears welling in both their eyes.
“I know, sweetie, I know”
“Well, I’m glad to see you’re eating” Susan chuckled.
Mia woofed down a large club sandwich and a Pepsi from a nearby bistro that Susan picked up for lunch, a tastier choice than what St. Mungo’s served in their visitors lounge.
“They gave an appetite potion, I heard you tell the Healers I have issues eating.” She said flatly, giving her a sideways glance.
Remus and Susan exchanged sheepish looks, remaining silent for a few minutes besides the sounds of Mia eating hungrily.
“Mum, could I have a moment alone with Remus?” she asked, after slurping down the last of her drink.
“Sure, I need to run home and shower anyway; I’ll be back in an hour if that’s alright?” Susan asked, looking to both of them.
“Yeah that’s fine” Mia said as Remus nodded to Susan.
She gathered up their lunch trash and exited the room, leaving an awkward silence between Mia and Remus. What do I even say? She thought, feeling uncomfortable by the elephant in the room.
“I’m sorry” she whispered.
“It’s ok” he said softly, taking her hand.
“No, it’s not. I treated you like shit and you deserve an explanation.” She said, feeling the urge to pick at her fingernails, unable to because of her arm in the sling. “I was so upset after Sirius died. Every time I looked at you, I was reminded of him. I couldn’t get memories of the three of us out of my head, and I just couldn’t deal with it. I was angry with you because you made me think of him.”
Mia stifled back the feeling of hot tears stinging her eyes, trying to keep a straight face.
“I was so lost, and rather than lean on you I lashed out, and pushed you away. I turned to drugs and alcohol rather than the people who loved me”
Remus wrapped one arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “We all screw up, but it’s how we correct our mistakes that matters” he said, smiling slightly when remembering Sirius telling him the very same thing. “That’s a Sirius Black piece of advice, by the way”
“Sirius would be ashamed of me.” She said quickly, looking away from him.
“No, Mia, he wouldn’t”
“Yes he would; my dad would be too if he knew the half of what I was getting myself into while you were in Bath.”
Remus looked at her with a pained expression. “I’m so sorry about your dad” he said softly
She nodded, tears now flowing down her face. “I won’t fall apart like I did after Sirius, I swear.”
“You can grieve though; no one will fault you for that. Here, I have something for you…”
He pulled out a small parcel wrapped in burlap and handed it to her. She looked at him puzzled as she un-wrapped it, her eyes widening with surprise when she saw the colorful glass figurine of a wolf that she had given to the werewolf staying next to Arthur in St. Mungos. She pulled the note that was attached with it, smiling when she read the yellowed parchment.
You will get through this.
“I ran into an old friend while I was underground. I told him about Sirius, and how much it affected you. He wanted me to tell you thank you, that you helped him, and he wanted to return the favor.”
She nodded as she choked on a deep breath, smiling through her tears. She rested her head on his shoulder, clutching the wolf figurine to her chest and remaining quiet for a minute as she calmed herself down to intermittent sniffles.
“Your mother approves of us, by the way.” He said, breaking the silence.
“What?” she snorted, looking at him surprised.
“Yeah, she told me she couldn’t think of anyone better for you than me.” He chuckled.
Mia hunched her shoulders as she felt elephant in the room return. “But I left you…” she said quietly.
“Don’t be ridiculous” he said, turning her head and kissing her gently, pulling away just an inch. “If you want me, I am yours.”
Mia crashed her lips back against his, more tears spilling as she cupped his face with her one free hand, his stubble scratching her palm. She had forgotten how he made her stomach feel like it was full of butterflies when he kissed her, and how pillow soft his lips were as they pressed against hers. How could she have forgotten?
“Hi, Miss Roswell?”
A short, graying witch with a friendly smile was standing in the doorway with a tray of gauze and jars of various colored pastes and ointments. Remus pulled away and coughed awkwardly as Mia turned a deep shade of scarlet.
“Sorry to interrupt, it’s time to change your bandages.” The Healer said. “Sir, would you mind stepping out of the room for a few moments?”
Remus nodded and stood to leave, but Mia grabbed his hand to stop him.
“Can he stay?” she asked.
“If you don’t mind him in here while we change them, he may stay.” The Healer said kindly.
Remus settled back at where he sat before. Mia smiled at him, but looked uncomfortable “Just don’t look though— ok?”
He nodded as two more Healers entered the room, and began pulling up the sheets to change her bandages. They pulled the gauze off one of her thighs, revealing 4 long, deep scratches that started at her hipbone and traveled down to her mid-thigh. Despite her plea, Remus looked instinctively, anger flooding through him when he saw her horrific injury. He vowed he would kill Fenrir Greyback for mutilating her beautiful, soft skin— scarring her forever. The Healers had fresh healing paste applied and bandages changed in about 30 seconds, then pulled the covers back down over her legs and exited the room.
“I told you not to look” she whispered, his gaze still fixated on her thighs, even though they were now covered.
“He did this because of me.” He said quietly. “Had I not been there with you, he wouldn’t’ve paid as much attention to you”
“What makes you think that?”
“He despises me because I despise what I am. He wanted me to join his pack many years ago, and I refused. I didn’t want to live with the stigma written across my forehead— even though it practically is.”
“I don’t get why he would hate you just because you didn’t want to join his pack.” Mia asked, still puzzled.
“Fenrir turned me.” Remus said, looking down at the floor.
“WHAT?!” Mia cried.
“My father had made an anti-werewolf comment in front of him when I was a boy; said werewolves didn’t deserve to live. Fenrir got his revenge by positioning himself near our house right before the full moon, so he would turn and attack me. My father fought him off, but I had already been infected. He found me right after I graduated from Hogwarts, wanted me to come join the pack, saying I should be with my own kind. I didn’t like his values and what he stood for, and I refused.” Remus’s face was twisted in anguish. “He knew my father would’ve been heartbroken if I joined a werewolf pack, which I think was why he was so insistent.”
“I had no idea, I am so sorry...”she started, but he held his hand up to silence her.
They sat in silence for a couple minutes, Remus regaining his composure from recounting his attack.
“Remus… can I ask you something?” Mia began, wishing desperately to pick her fingernails.
“Of course” he said, shifting to sit next to her on the bed and putting his arm around her.
“He said something about that you didn’t mark me? That it was irresponsible?” she started, turning her head to look at him.
He didn’t return her gaze, instead was looking at the wall across from them, expression firm as stone.
“He did” He replied evenly.
“What is ‘marking’?” she asked,
“Something I would never do to you.” he replied coolly.
“That didn’t answer my question.”
Remus sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He fixed his gaze on a point on the wall in front of them.
“It’s a curse that is associated with my kind. It’s a ritual used amongst packs to distinguish one’s mate. When a mate is marked, they cannot be pursued by another werewolf. It’s meant to be strictly amongst werewolves, but some have been known to mark humans as well” Remus slunk back in his chair drumming his fingers slightly on the armrest “It’s actually illegal to mark a human as a mate”
“Why would he say you should’ve marked me?”
“It was a threat. He said it to let me know he could touch you, if he wanted. He likes to be in control, have power over others. He was showing me he has power over me by threatening you.”
Mia shuttered, the thought of Fenrir Greyback coming anywhere near her made her sick.
“What would happen if a werewolf tried to shag someone who was marked by someone else?”
“They can’t. The curse wouldn’t even let them try. It’s a very powerful form of dark magic.”
She nodded and pondered that thought for a moment, wondering if Fenrir was just making idle threats for fun, or if he would be a problem in the future. Her mind then wandered to Dolohov, remembering his twisted face purple with rage as he snapped her arm like a twig.
“Do you think Dolohov and the others are going to try to attack again? He seemed really angry with mum.”
“I don’t know, but we’re going to come up with a plan to try to make sure this doesn’t happen again.” Remus tried to give her a reassuring smile “I will do everything in my power to keep you safe”
Silence fell again as Mia was unassured that another attack would be preventable. Scenes from the attack flashed like pictures in her mind; her father on the ground dead, Dolohov’s furious expression, Fenrir’s carnivorous smile.
“Will you lay with me?” She said as she shifted to one side of the bed and patted the now empty space next to her.
Remus gave a small smile as he moved from his chair to the hospital bed, lying on his side and letting Mia snuggle up next to him. He wrapped his arm around her, careful not to touch her injured arm, and kissed the top of her head. Mia closed her eyes, feeling comfort in the feeling of him next to her, inhaling the scent of his cologne that she didn’t realize how much she missed until this moment. She had forgotten how the mahogany and teakwood notes blended with his natural pheromones made her feel cozy, warm and protected. How could she have forgotten?
“I missed you” she whispered.
He nuzzled the top of her head with his cheek and chuckled softly. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you”
The next few days at St. Mungo’s were relatively uneventful. Mia was given sleeping draught every night, allowing her a full nights rest to recover from her injuries. She liked sleeping draughts; it was the most blissful, restful sleep. Nothing terrible ever invaded her slumber while under its effects.
Mia had a revolving door of visitors, mainly members of the Order of the Phoenix, but Penelope also was there before and after work most of the days. Bill was discharged within 12 hours of admittance, while Moody had to spend a whole 48 hours, due to the fact he was convinced one of the Healers had laced his potions with poison, refusing to drink anything not brewed by himself.
On the 4^th day of her stay, Remus and Susan got into a few matches of wizard’s chess as Mia watched, impressed with how well the two of them were getting along. She never expected her mother and Remus to be able to be friendly with each other again, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t happy about it.
Remus was about to call checkmate for the third game in a row when the Healer in Charge entered the room to present Mia’s discharge instructions.
“Good afternoon, Miss Roswell. Ready to go home?” the Healer in Charge asked, giving her a small smile.
“Yes” Mia said with emphasis, eager to get back home and into her own bed.
“Great; I’ve got a few papers for you to sign, plus I wanted to go over some things before you left”
Mia took the papers and quill the Healer brought in, scrawling her name on the few signature lines he had highlighted.
“Now, we were informed that you witnessed a murder at the time of your injuries?”
Mia nodded her head, slinking back against the pillow. “My father” she whispered
The Healer in Charge let out a heavy breath. “I am so sorry for your loss. I recommend carrying calming draught with you, just in case of any flashbacks, and we will be having you back for weekly sessions with one of our trauma counsellors”
Mia groaned “Sir, I don’t think I need…”
“Amelia” the healer in charge cut her off, looking at her sternly. “What you witnessed was terrible. It looks like in your chart this won’t be the first time you’ve seen the counselors here?”
“Yes, my ex-husband was tortured in front of her when she was four” Susan answered for her.
“PTSD is not something to take lightly; you know this if you’ve suffered from it before.” The Healer in Charge said plainly. “Counselling will start next week. I’m also going to send you home with a couple sleeping draughts but I’d like you to try not to use them unless absolutely necessary. Save it for a very bad night.”
“Yes sir” Mia whispered.
“Great, I’ll get these papers processed, and I’ll be back in a few to assist with your departure. How are we getting home? Floo?”
“Muggle car, I can drive” Susan answered for her again.
The Healer in Charge nodded, and exited the room. Remus took Mia’s hand and squeezed it reassuringly. Mia looked into his eyes, their clear blue appearance making her feel comforted. He looked quite shabby, unshaven since he had been more focused on her than himself, yet still so handsome. Susan came and sat on the other side of her, taking a breath before speaking.
“Mia, I need to talk to you about your father’s funeral. I made arrangements” She said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Mia looked up at her, her heartbeat quickening slightly. “What kind of arrangements?”
“Well, the funeral will be here, in London, in two days. A few of the gentlemen on his unit will serve as the pallbearers. He’ll be given a service with full honors, and the wake afterwards will be at my house. Miranda’s parents are flying in for it.”
Mia hadn’t seen Miranda’s parents since shortly after she died, and felt very odd about the slight surge of excitement to see them. It seemed inappropriate to be happy to see them when the whole reason they were going to be here was because her father was killed.
“What does everyone think happened to him?”
Susan coughed awkwardly, looking at Remus for a moment before answering Mia.
“Every muggle that witnessed the attack had their memory modified to believe he had a heart attack in his office”
“A heart attack??” Mia said incredulously, her voice rising. “That’s a disgrace to his name! He was murdered in cold blood, and everyone is going to think he died of a heart attack?? He was forty fucking five, how can that even be believable?!” she yelled, her blood now boiling.
“I AGREE!” Susan snapped, giving Mia a stern look, willing her to calm down. “But I didn’t have a choice in the matter. The Ministry decided that was the story. I’m just as upset about it as you.”
They were interrupted by the Healer in Charge knocking on the door, painfully unaware of the conversation he was breaking up.
“Alright Miss Roswell, we’re ready to take you to your car now”
“Can we have just a minute, please?” Remus asked politely, noticing the tears welling up in Mia and Susan’s eyes.
“Sure, I’ll be back in just a few minutes”
Susan wiped her eyes quickly and began throwing some of her things she had brought to the hospital into their bags as the three of them remained silent. Mia fidgeted with her arm sling as she tried to calm herself down, trying to settle the rising anger she felt at the Ministry’s cop-out excuse for her father’s death.
“This isn’t fair” Mia whispered “Why does everyone I love have to die?”
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