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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 walked into St. Mungo’s dreading the idea of having to spend one hour each week talking about her feelings. She hated sharing her emotions and thoughts even with her closest confidants, and to share them with a perfect stranger seemed much more undesirable.
She spent the first year she was back in the UK as a child at weekly appointments with a counselor at the hospital, which she felt was more than enough therapy to last a lifetime. She wasn’t sure how different therapy would be as an adult— as a child; she did a lot of drawing and playing with dolls during her visits. She was pretty certain she wouldn’t be spending the next hour drawing a scene from a recurring nightmare, or situating Malibu Barbie behind the couch inside a doll house— as to depict the night Antonin Dolohov made a house call. Would it be like the movies, where the counselor sat across from the lying down patient, asking them ‘and how do you feel about that’? Or would the counselor just simply want her to recant her experience of watching her father fall still as stone in front of her, as the Death Eaters jeered and laughed— enjoying taking an innocent life for sport.
She felt sick, uncomfortable and anxious as she walked to the Welcome Witch’s desk, her hand intertwined with Remus’s as he dragged her along, her pace much slower than his to avoid the inevitable.
“Amelia Roswell, Trauma counselling” Remus said to the woman.
“Yes, fourth floor” the Welcome Witch said, her tone bored and uninterested.
Remus continued to pull her along, and led her up to the fourth floor as directed. Mia was hoping Remus would be able to stay with her through her appointment; recalled a few visits where her mother joined her when she was a child, so maybe the counselor would let him stay? They were greeted by a plump, friendly witch in lime green healer robes as they found a row of rooms labeled Behavioral Services.
“Hello, you must be Amelia?” the Healer said with a cheery smile.
“Mia” she grumbled, feeling uneasy.
“Mia, sure, please come in, you’re in this first room here— Sir, you are welcome to wait in our visitor’s area on the 5th floor.”
“Sure, I’ll do that” Remus nodded to the Healer.
“You can’t stay??” she said, grabbing his arm.
“I’ll see you in an hour” he said, kissing her cheek and turning to leave. “I’ll be one floor up”
“Don’t leave me with these whackos!” she whispered, her eyes darting around wildly.
“You will be just fine” he chuckled, winking at her and setting off down the hall. “One hour— it won’t kill you”
“Fuck” she hissed under her breath.
She turned back slowly to the cheery faced Healer, giving her a pathetic excuse of a smile.
“Come inside, Mia, Helen will be with you shortly.”
Mia entered the dimly lit office and sat on the black leather couch that the Healer had ushered her to. She looked around the room to find it very plain, especially for this close to Christmas; the walls were painted a neutral shade of taupe, there were some fake plants situated in the corner to her left, and the counselor’s desk was very neat and organized. There was a large red armchair situated to the right of the couch, making Mia question if she was supposed to have sat there instead. There was a placard on the front of the desk that read Helen Davies, TBS, as well as a photograph of a young couple holding a baby in front of a charming blue house. An owl perch was nestled in the corner opposite the plants, but no owl was to be found.
The office was much different than she remembered the room she used to have therapy in; the room for children was packed full of toys and art supplies, with pretty paintings tacked on the walls. This room felt stiffer, more clinical— and to Mia’s thoughts, a ‘bullshit’ place to be.
A small glass figurine of an eagle on the coffee table caught her eye, Mia picking it up and examining it close to her face. It reminded her of the glass wolf figurine she had purchased for the nameless werewolf she had befriended the previous year; the figurine that now sat on her dresser next to her photo frames, on display for anyone who entered her bedroom.
A knock on the door made her jump slightly; a tall, blonde witch entered the room wearing magenta robes with the St. Mungo’s insignia of a wand crossed with a bone on the left breast pocket.
“Hi, Amelia?” the woman asked, smiling kindly.
“Mia”
“Yes, Mia then— my name is Helen Davies, the Trauma and Behavior Specialist here at St. Mungos” she said, situating herself in the red armchair across from Mia.
“Nice to meet you, Madam Davies” Mia said politely, setting the eagle figurine back onto the coffee table.
“Oh, Helen is just fine. I see you are admiring my eagle, were you a Ravenclaw too?”
“I was, so was my mum.”
She shifted awkwardly as she began to pick her fingernails— Helen picked up on this, and conjured a clipboard out of thin air and started to scribble.
“There’s no need to be nervous, Mia” she said kindly, her voice soothing.
“I’m not nervous” Mia said, an edge to her tone.
Helen smiled politely and scribbled something else before waving her wand again, a file appearing with ‘ROSWELL, AMELIA E’ stamped in large red letters across the front of it.
“Let’s go over some basic information before we begin. Can you tell me your full name and birthdate?”
“Don’t you have that in my file?” Mia asked pointedly.
“Yes, but I need to know that you know who you are” she said calmly.
Mia rolled her eyes. “Ok…. Amelia Evelyn Roswell, born September 4th, 1975.”
“And todays date?”
“December 20th, 1996”
“Good, good. Ok, so it looks like you’ve had some bad things happen recently.” Helen said, looking at the file.
“Yeah, you could say that”
“Can you tell me what happened?”
Mia scoffed. “It’s in the chart, isn’t it?” she said pointedly
Helen just looked at Mia, her expression patient and kind.
“Oh I get it, ‘you need to know that I know what happened’— right?”
Helen nodded, waiting for Mia to speak, but was met with only silence.
“There is a confidentially charm placed on this room. What is said in here cannot be repeated by me except to you, unless you give me permission to talk about it with someone else. You of course, can share whatever you like with whomever you like. It’s a very powerful enchantment, so basically what happens in my office stays in my office.”
Mia huffed, feeling irritated with the idea that her mind was going to get poked and prodded by a complete stranger.
“So, can you tell me what happened?”
“Tell you what happened” Mia scoffed under her breath. “Sure, why don’t we just go over my life’s story, it’s quite nice” Mia continued heatedly. “I watched my father be tortured as a child, then; my stepmother dies of cancer when she’s like, 37— which is horse shit.”
Helen nodded as she wrote on her clipboard, irritating Mia even more.
“Then, my best friend is killed right in front of me— not even a year later my father is too, by a Death Eater who hates my mum. Oh— and there’s a psychotic werewolf who only wants to hurt me to get to my boyfriend.”
Mia clamped her hands together, giving Helen a callous shrug of her shoulders.
“So, there you go. What more do you want?”
Helen just looked at her with a patient, kind expression.
“I’d like to talk with you about these things” she said smoothly.
“Well, I don’t want to talk about them right now.” Mia said, springing up from the couch and crossing her arms.
She made her way over to a window that overlooked the streets of London, observing the hustle and bustle of clueless muggles walking up and down the sidewalks. Part of her wished this was like when she was a child, she would much prefer drawing self-portraits than talking.
“Let’s talk about something else, then. You said you had a boyfriend, was that the handsome gentleman that brought you today?” Helen asked.
Mia looked at Helen out of the corner of her eye, her brow rising curiously. “Yeah, that’s Remus.”
“Well, let’s talk about Remus then.” She said smiling, motioning Mia to sit back down on the couch.
Mia turned back and stared at her for a minute, exhaling slowly, chewing on her bottom lip. She took a few steps back to the couch and sat down slowly, sitting on her hands to keep herself from fidgeting.
“Good— now, how did you meet Remus?” Helen said, placing a quill to her clipboard.
Mia let out a bark of laughter and shook her head.
“Let’s not start there.”
Christmas day came with a blanket of snow, hugging all parts of the city view from the flat’s living room window. Penelope and Mia’s mini Christmas tree sat in far corner of the living room, decorated with glittered gold and purple ornaments, giving off a soft, warm white glow that made the flat seem just a touch cozier. Their stockings were hung over the fireplace mantle, one for each Remus, Mia and Penelope. Even the owls, Lionel and Frankie, had garland draped around their perches for added festivity. Penelope had been with her parents all day, whilst Remus, Mia and Susan spent the better chunk of the afternoon at the Weasley’s, only returning to the flat for dinner because Susan insisted that they had to go through John’s estate paperwork.
Mia would’ve loved to have remained at the Burrow for the remainder of the holiday, but she had seen the shift in Susan begin in the late afternoon, when the company of the Order was no longer distracting her from her grief. She knew very well her mother was putting up a front that she was fine, that she didn’t cry herself to sleep every night for the past couple weeks since John’s death. Diving into a mountain of boring, legal paper work would certainly keep her distracted for the rest of the evening.
Susan and Mia sat at the dining room table while Remus clanked around in the kitchen, cooking dinner for the three of them, the heavenly smell of roasted garlic potatoes wafting through the flat. Mia watched him out of the corner of her eye, studying the premature lines around his eyes and the way his gray hair flopped in his eyes when he leaned over— he needed a haircut, but he was so focused on what he could do for her over the last couple weeks it went by the wayside. She felt a rush of affection for him; he had been so comforting and loving this holiday, as it was the first Christmas without her father, and without Sirius.
“Alright, we need to go over his assets; He left everything to you according to the attorney I spoke to, so ultimately it’s your decision on what to do with his car and possessions” Susan said, combing through a large stack of papers in front of her.
“Mum, did we really have to do this today?” Mia said, rubbing her face in her hands in frustration. “It’s Christmas”
“This paperwork needs your signature so they can process his life insurance and estate; there is no reason to drag our feet. I’m highlighting all places that need signed, if you sign these now I’ll take care of mailing them for you.”
Mia let out a groan and grabbed a pen from in front of her; she knew her mother needed this distraction, but she would’ve preferred to not deal with all of this so soon after the funeral. She began signing paper after paper, and by the 34th signature, she felt like she wouldn’t ever be able to write anything besides her name again.
“How much is coming?” she asked, feeling as if she were going cross-eyed from stating at the text in front of her.
“The attorney wouldn’t tell me since I’m not a benefactor, you can call him if you want, or just wait for the check to come in” Susan said
“Ugh, this is all such bullshit…” Mia said under her breath, rubbing her fatigued eyes.
Remus watched the women out of the corner of his eye as he cooked, watching Mia smear her mascara slightly as she rubbed her eyes, the skin around them swollen and pink from frequent bouts of crying over the last few days.
“Alright, dinner is ready” he said, flipping off switches and clanking pans as he took them out of the oven.
He set Mia’s plate in front of her, watching her eye it intently without picking up her fork.
“I gave you the smallest steak, so there should be no problem finishing it”
She rolled her eyes and began cutting up her steak roughly, swearing under her breath. She was so cute when she was irritated; he liked the way her jawline became more pronounced when she gritted her teeth in annoyance. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, admiring her smooth black hair, the scent of her floral perfume drawing him to her; even over the smell of the meal before them. She pushed her hair off her shoulder, revealing the smooth porcelain skin of her neck that looked so delectable, perfect to sink his teeth in…
Fuck his mind swore as his eyes darted to the clock— 4 hours until he could take his potion; the symptoms of the impending full moon the following night were starting earlier than he had anticipated. His desire was ramping up at the most inappropriate time— he wouldn’t be able to stay with her tonight; it was for her own protection. He had resisted biting her in the past, but he didn’t trust himself fully to leave his self-control up to chance. Shame flushed him as he reminded himself that he was a monster, a monster that couldn’t be with her on Christmas because he was too focused on taking a chuck out of her.
“I don’t know how you can eat it like that” Susan said, snapping him back to reality. “I think I can hear it still mooing”
She was staring at his steak, the rare piece of meat just lightly seared on either side, much redder in color than the rest of theirs.
“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it” he laughed “I’m surprised Mia wasn’t craving hers rare, with her injury as large as it is, I expected some contamination at least”
Mia scoffed and turned her nose up, making a disgusted face.
“Mark my words Remus Lupin, I will never eat my steaks rare, that’s fucking disgusting”
They had spent hours after dinner going over John’s estate paperwork, Mia extremely glad when Susan decided to call it for the night. Her brain felt like it had been overloaded, and she wanted nothing more than to curl up against Remus, under the comfort of blankets warmed by his cozy heating charms.
“I know going through that paperwork was hard for you” Remus said as he closed the bedroom door behind him.
“Yeah, I can’t believe he’s really gone” Mia said sadly “can you unzip me?”
Remus brushed her hair to one shoulder, and then unzipped her to the small of her back, his fingertips lingering for a moment as he imagined ripping her dress the rest of the way off and bending her over the dresser.
“There” he whispered.
“Thanks” she said softly, turning her head to look at him out of the corner of her eye.
He smiled, and then backed away a couple steps, sitting on the edge of the bed; he wanted her, but he couldn’t take her, not tonight.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you mad at me?” she asked as she slipped out of her dress “for shagging Eric?”
“I’m not happy about it” he replied plainly, not able to take his eyes of the curves of her rump.
He wanted to rip those panties down and take her heart shaped ass for himself, her supple cheeks antagonizing him as she stood in her undergarments, staring at her injury in the mirror.
“It only happened once…” Mia said softly, shrugging slightly “I didn’t finish either”
Remus smirked, he was always able to make her finish, and the fact that Eric couldn’t was a win in his book.
“Was there anybody for you? While you were underground— any she-wolves that kept you company?”
He snorted a laugh, grinning slightly “she-wolves” he snickered “no, I didn’t shag any ‘she-wolves’”
“What about non-werewolves?”
She slipped her bra off and pulled on a white tank top, turning back to him as she leaned against the dresser.
“No, there was no one else” he said softly, eyeing her nipples’ slight visibility through her white tank top, imagining taking them in his mouth, imagining her whimper softly as his hands moved over her curves.
There had been opportunity within the pack, a few female werewolves that paid him a little extra attention, offering things that he had been missing in the months that Mia was so depressed he could barely touch her. Sure, they were attractive, but none of them were her. None could compare to the cheeky raven-haired beauty that stood before him— to have bed one of them would’ve felt like an extreme transgression in his mind.
“Do you think these scars make me ugly?” she asked as she ran her hands along the large, raised scratches along her thighs.
“No” he breathed “you could never be ugly”
There was a pregnant pause between them, Mia clearing her throat slightly before she spoke again.
“Why aren’t you changing?”
“I think I’m going to stay at the cottage tonight—” he said, inhaling deeply “stay there through the cycle, it could use some dusting, since we haven’t been there since this summer”
“I don’t want you to go; it’s Christmas— I’m sorry, I shouldn’t’ve I brought up Eric…”
“I’m not leaving because I’m upset about him” Remus said, imagining her legs wrapping around him as he took her against the wall. “I can’t stay; I don’t think I can control myself around you”
“You’re worried you’ll bite me?” she asked as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, smiling slightly at him. “Is that how you’d mark me?”
She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t aroused by him worried about losing control. She wanted his touch, his hands on her body and feeling her in her most intimate places.
“Yes, and I don’t want to do that to you, so I need to go”
“Just don’t bite me, you held off last time” she shrugged.
“Easier said than done” He muttered, scratching the back of his head.
Mia drummed her fingers on the dresser for a moment, biting her lip. “It turns me on to think I can make you lose control” she whispered.
The corners of her mouth turned up as she pulled her tank top over her head. Remus inhaled sharply, looking away. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, his erection growing as she slowly stepped towards him.
“Put that back on” he ordered, breathing heavily and his gaze averted.
She gave him a devilish grin as she straddled his lap, rocking her hips against his. His hands instinctively ran up her hips and cupped her butt, feeling the soft cotton fabric of her panties as she unbuckled his pants— He wanted this. He wanted her. His thumb brushed between her thighs, feeling the soaked cotton as she gasped softly. That gasp— it was music to his ears; he wanted nothing more than for her to gasp his name over and over as he pounded her to climax. He felt her hand wrap around his erection as his hands slid up her back. It felt good— too good, he would lose control— he didn’t trust himself.
“Why don’t you ever listen to me when I tell you no??” he said through gritted teeth
“Stop talking, Remus” she whispered, kissing him softly.
He began to shake as he was fighting the urge to take her, but the velvet feel of her skin and crisp smell of her floral perfume mixing with her arousal made his desire stronger than his conscience was.
“Goddammit” he growled, his lips crashing against hers with bruising force.
He turned and laid her onto her back, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. His erection was hard as a rock as he heard her gasp again— that gasp he likes oh so much. He placed kisses all down her body and along her scars, making sure that this part of her body that she was now self-conscious of wasn’t lacking attention. His head lingered at her inner thigh, his stubble scratching her as his cheek brushed against the creamy smoothness her skin. Remus felt and fought the urge to bite her in such an intimate location, leaving his mark on her, making her his.
The smell of her arousal was intoxicating, he fought with everything he had to stay in control— he couldn’t get carried away, he couldn’t bite her. He felt a rush of irritation that she didn’t heed his warning, he was almost resentful he had to hold back. He flipped her onto her stomach and smacked her buttcheek hard; her yelp of pain followed by giggles drove him mad, his cock throbbing with need.
“That is for not listening to me when I tell you no” he growled in her ear as he massaged the sting.
He smacked her butt again, the slap echoing in the otherwise quiet room. She yelped again, her legs jumping and toes curling. She fell into a small fit of giggles as he massaged her now red skin.
“And that was for fucking the airman”
He grabbed her hips, pulling her butt into the air to take her from behind. He yanked her soaked panties down and entered her slowly, stretching and filling her as he felt her tightness wrap around him, his name rolling off her tongue with a soft moan. He ran a hand along her spine until he tangled a hand into her long hair, his other hand gripping her hip tightly as he thrusted into her. The sensation of her was electrifying; the sound of flesh slapping together muffled by her moans of pleasure pushing both of them over the edge. He felt the urge to yank her upright by her hair and sink his teeth into her neck, the desire to mark rolling through him as he listened to her satisfied panting.
“That was amazing” she breathed with a soft giggle.
“You’re amazing” he murmured, kissing the small of her back.
He pulled out and let her collapse onto her belly, kissing her up and down her spine as he massaged her until he caught himself lingering around her hip bone— He wanted to bite, he needed to bite. The urge was overwhelming; the scent of him in her was like a strong potion enticing him to do something he swore he would never do to her. Mark her! His brain told him, Make her yours! He jumped up, backing away and grabbing his hair in panic.
“I need to get away from you” he said, his voice constricted as he ran into the bathroom.
“Remus, wait!”
He slammed the door shut and locked it, turning the shower on cold. He panted as he tried to regain composure, the urge to open the door and take a chunk out of her too intense.
“Remus?” she said softly, knocking on the door.
“Give me a minute!” he growled, backing away from the door and jumping into the ice cold shower.
The water hit him like a ton of bricks, the icy cold shocking his system and calming him down. He let the water pound over him as he took a few deep breaths, feeling himself regaining control. After a few minutes, he exited the bathroom to find Mia sitting on the bed with a vial of wolfsbane in her hand, now clothed in her pajamas.
“Is it too early to take it?” she asked, outstretching the vial to him.
He grabbed his boxers from the floor, pulling them on as he looked at the clock “I’ve got 2 hours, so I’ll just take it first thing in the morning”.
“Do you still have to leave?”
“No, I think I got it out of my system.” He said as he sat at the edge of the bed “but don’t get me going again”
She chuckled as she shifted herself under the covers, feeling cozy and comfortable
“That was dangerous” he said sternly as he watched her adjust herself to comfortability.
“But so worth it” She said with a sly grin.
He gritted his teeth as the irritation rose in him, watching her seem so nonchalant about not heeding his warnings was beyond frustrating.
“Mia” he said sharply.
“What??” she snapped, sitting up quickly.
“You don’t understand how close I was to biting you.” He said through a clenched jaw. His tone was firm, almost angry.
“But you didn’t bite me…” She shrugged.
“This time— I won’t forgive myself if I lose control; I need you to listen to me when I tell you something.”
Mia sighed and began picking her fingernails “I did listen, I just chose to ignore…” she said shrugging and rolling her eyes.
“That’s the problem” He sighed and shook his head, shifting to sit next to her “you—“ he wagged his finger at her “—are difficult”
“I wouldn’t say I’m difficult…” She smirked and chuckled, her fingers interlacing with his “I’m just a woman who gets what she wants”
“If what you want is a chunk taken out of you, that’s what you’ll get.”
“I trust you not to hurt me—”
“You shouldn’t!” he snapped, making her flinch. “I am a werewolf; a beast, a— a monster. The closer I get to the full moon, the more dangerous I become.”
“Don’t call yourself that!” she spat, tears beginning to sting her eyes at his slurs against himself. “that’s not true!”
She took his hand as he took a few deep breaths, leaning his head back against the headboard. There was a silence between them for just a moment as Mia fought the tears threatening to escape, and he pondered over what to say next.
“I only allowed myself to shag someone this close to the moon one time before I met you; she most certainly still has at least some scratches from that night and I will be damned if I leave you with a permanent scar” he said, his tone more calm and even.
His eyes followed the large slashes on her thighs, his stomach twisting at the thought that he might’ve left something similar onto another person. He might not have had his nails filed into claws for the purpose of maiming, but he could vividly remember the night at the Leaky Cauldron, grabbing and clawing at the woman’s body, knowing he at least broke skin in a couple places.
“Did you bite her?” Mia asked softly, moving the blanket over her legs to cover her.
“No— but it took a lot of strength not to, and from that night I said I wouldn’t put myself in that position again. It wasn’t worth it”
“Who was she?”
“It was a one night stand— years ago” he said “both of us had been drinking at the Leaky Cauldron and we ended up in a room upstairs, the night before the full moon”
Mia imagined Remus clawing and scratching at a pretty girl in one of the pub’s hotel rooms, barely hanging on for control. She scratched her head awkwardly, biting her lip.
“Don’t bite your lip” he ordered softly.
“Why?” she asked coyly as her brows knitted together
“You’re too enticing— if you bite that lip again, I will have to leave.”
Mia sighed, she would like nothing more than for Remus to take her again and give her as much pleasure as she had just experienced, but she knew she should heed his warning. She flipped the lamp off next to her crawling deep beneath the covers.
“Alright, alright” she muttered.
They were silent for a couple minutes; Mia lying wide awake staring at the ceiling, the only sound was the soft ambient city noise that they barely noticed anymore.
“Have you seen it done?” she asked suddenly.
“Seen what?”
“Someone being marked”
Remus sighed heavily “yes, there were two werewolves that were marked while I was underground with the pack”
“Why don’t you want to mark me?”
“Go to sleep, Mia” he said sternly
“But why? Why is it such a big deal?”
“Go to sleep!”
Mia huffed in frustration, rolling onto her side and roughly pulling the comforter over her shoulders.
“I’m biting my lip over here, by the way” she said snottily, after a moment pause.
Remus couldn’t help but chuckle as he rolled his eyes, “you’re a pain in the ass, you know that?”
The doorbell chimed as Mia was behind the counter, elbow deep in a box of various cheddar cheeses.
“I’ll be with you in just a moment!” she called, trying to sort the cheeses by alphabetical order to make stocking them quicker.
They had a double order of cheese come in, as many of their customers purchased wine and cheese sets for the Christmas holiday as gifts. She was cursing Penelope for taking the cheese shipment day off, sure that ‘my grandmother wants to spend a day together’ was code for ‘I don’t want to stock 100lbs of cheese’.
“You taking a nap back there?” a familiar voice chirped, making Mia pop her head up above the counter quickly.
“Tonks!” she cried, hustling around the counter to give her friend a hug. “Sorry, I’m up to my elbows in cheese back here”
Tonks was sporting her signature bubblegum pink hair, but it was waist length rather than her typical spiky pixie that she wore so well. Kingsley was with her, dressed in a crisp handsome muggle suit that was pressed to perfection.
“We come bearing good news; Kingsley and I were having lunch and figured we’d stop by to tell you!”
“Yeah?” Mia said, raising her brow.
“I got you the Ministry internship” Kingsley said, his deep, slow voice smooth as melted chocolate.
“ohmygod!” Mia squeaked, throwing her arms around him.
He grunted as she squeezed him like a boa constrictor, grinning ear to ear. “It’s not in the Auror Department like I had hoped to get you into, but it’s at least in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement”
“What is it then?” she asked, looking puzzled.
“Wizengamot Administrative Services, as an aide” Kingsley said “hey, don’t look at me like that— this is to get your foot in the door” he added when Mia’s face twisted in disdain.
“You do realize that’s a paper pusher job, right?” She said flatly
“Yes, but you’ve been pushing moldy cheese on rich muggles for three years, you need this on your resume to have your Auror application stand out from the others”
“My NEWT scores don’t help me out?” she laughed, putting a hand on her hip.
“They do, and being Susan’s daughter helped tremendously” Kingsley chuckled.
“Of course it did” Mia grumbled, rolling her eyes.
Mia questioned if her whole life people would look at her as Susan’s daughter, rather than just as her.
“Our departments are on the same floor though, we can eat lunch together!” Tonks said, linking her arm with Mia’s.
Mia sighed heavily “When do I start?”
“Atta girl; you start in February.” Kingsley said, flashing his incredibly white teeth. “You’ll get an owl with the exact date and Ministry employee handbook”
“Even though this job is probably going to be bullshit, I really appreciate you going out on a limb for me, even after… well, everything”
“Mia, I’ve known you a long time, and I know that this year has been a fluke for you. I know you will do well in this position, you have my full support”
“Damn Kingsley, when did you get so mushy?” she giggled, hugging both him and Tonks.
“He’s a big softie when he wants to be” Tonks winked, poking Kingsley in the ribs playfully.
“Hey, do you have any more information from Snape about the Death Eaters maybe coming back? I know mum is protected under a Fidelius charm, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried.”
“Actually yes, its good news for us, for now” Kingsley began “I guess Voldemort was very angry at how the attack on your father played out. Snape said he called it sloppy and an embarrassment to his name.”
“Sloppy?”
“Yeah, Dolohov was given permission to hunt down your dad, but I guess he was supposed to kidnap him and move him to a separate location, not kill him on site and make a spectacle. It’s caused the Ministry to tighten security, which we know his goal is to infiltrate and gain control”
“He wasn’t expecting me to be there” Mia said, picking at her fingernails “He recognized me, when Remus and I started dueling with the others— He said he could kill two birds with one stone”
“That makes sense, he got carried away thinking he’d off both of you” Tonks added
“Well, I guess his sloppiness earned him a good bout of the cruciatis curse from Voldemort himself. Snape said he is forbidden to go after Susan again until he ‘learns from his error’, because he’s made taking the Ministry harder than anticipated”
“Well good! I hope this tightened security keeps him out” Mia sneered.
Kingsley and Tonks exchanged looks before Kingsley spoke again.
“Trust me, if he gains control, that won’t be good for anyone.”
The front doorbell chimed again, Mia tensing up when she saw Eric standing on the front rug of the shop, fixing his wind-whipped flaxen hair.
“Uhm, Hi Eric— I wasn’t expecting you…” Mia said awkwardly as Tonks and Kingsley turned to look at him, Kingsley crossing his arms.
“Can we talk?” Eric asked her, nervously eyeing Kingsley up and down, taking note on how muscular his build was.
“What do you want, airman?” Kingsley drawled, his deep voice making Eric jump slightly.
“Kingsley, its ok” Mia said dismissively, motioning for him and Tonks to give her some privacy.
“We’ll see you later” Tonks said, grabbing Kingsley’s arm and leading him out of the shop.
Mia and Eric stood awkwardly for a moment as Kingsley and Tonks slid past him and exited, turning their heads back to look in the window one last time before they disappeared around the corner.
“What can I do for you?” she sighed
“I wanted to see how your Christmas was?”
“My Christmas was alright, thanks” she said crossing her arms “yours?”
“It was good— quiet”
They were quiet for a moment, the silence uncomfortable.
“You didn’t really come here to ask me about my holiday, did you?”
“No, er—“ Eric sighed and rocked back and forth on his feet “How are you holding up? About your dad”
“Some days are worse than others; I can’t believe it’s almost been a month”
“Yeah no kidding” he said, looking over his shoulder “Listen Mia, I know things got weird at the wake, I’m sorry about that— but if you don’t feel safe with the sugar daddy, I can help you. I don’t know what happened to…”
“ohmygod, Remus isn’t my sugar daddy!” She hissed, interrupting him “and I do feel safe with him, he is good to me.”
“Then what was that on your leg? It felt like some pretty large scarring, and it wasn’t there that night at the bar.”
“It’s none of your business what is on my legs.”
“It is if you’re being hurt by him!” Eric snapped
Mia glowered at him, frustrated that Eric could think that Remus would hurt her when he witnessed Fenrir slicing through her legs like butter. She remembered the horrified expression on his face before she passed out, and felt a flood of anger that his memory was modified to forget— to forget that her father was murdered by terrible people, instead to have everyone think he died prematurely of a heart attack.
Eric sighed “I don’t think this guy is who you think he is”
“Then who is he, Eric?” she sneered, placing a hand on her hip “you tell me”
“I’ve been doing some digging, it’s pretty interesting…”
“Digging?”
“Yeah, I’ve looked into him, this ‘Remus Lupin’, and I can’t find any records of him until a year and a half ago, when he obtained an ID. I’ve called the courts, and I’ve dug through birth and employment records; I can’t find a single thing about him before this ID came about.”
“You’ve investigated him?” Mia hissed, anger rising “Who do you think you are?”
“I’m worried about you!” he cried “This guy claims to be in his mid-thirties, looks like he’s pushing fifty, and there’s virtually no record of him. He even has your address as his too, so I can’t even get a previous address to find a paper trail. He could be a serial killer or a rapist assuming a new identity”
Mia felt like she was going to rip Eric’s throat out she was so mad. She felt an electric tingle in her palms as she balled her hands into tight fists, trying to keep control on her anger.
“Eric, I’ve known Remus almost four years. He is who he says he is, despite what you think. He is a good man, a kind man, who is gentle with me. He would never hurt me” she began, fighting to keep her tone even. “I need you to respect that he is my boyfriend, not you, and you will stop looking into him. I want to be friends, Eric, but just friends, and you’re not making this easy”
Eric crossed his arms and looked away, contemplating what to say or do next. “I don’t trust that guy” he grumbled.
“You don’t have to trust him, because I trust him.”
They stared at each other for a moment in silence, Mia’s eyes burning into Eric’s.
“If you care about me, you will stop looking into him. Promise me?” she said, her tone softer, more gentle.
He shifted his stare at a wine bottle on the far shelf for a moment before nodding stiffly and shoving his hands into his pockets.
“I want you to call me if you ever feel unsafe— if he does anything that scares you. I can protect you”
Mia wanted to laugh, how could a muggle protect her from the likes of Antonin Dolohov or Fenrir Greyback? She simply nodded, knowing full well Eric had no idea the dangers in her life she was vulnerable to was far out of his skill set.
“I’m sure I won’t need to, but I appreciate the offer.” She said, stifling an eye roll. “I need to get back to work”
“Ok, yeah, sure—“ Eric said with a lighter, easier going tone. It was obviously forced. “I’ll just talk to you later”
He zipped his coat up tighter as he turned and walked back to the door.
“Eric!” she called
He turned to look at her as he was half way outside the shop, a cold breeze flowing through the shop as he held the door ajar.
“Remus is a good man, honestly”
Eric sighed, unclenching and clenching his jaw a couple times before speaking.
“I wish I could believe that”
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