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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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A/N: things get a little dark in this chapter, only for a moment or two. Sorry in advance!

Over the month of June, Remus and Mia shared babysitting Reggie with Tonks’s parents. Mia enjoyed having her godson over and Remus was great with him, his face lit up every time he would pick up the baby. After the night Mia had to retrieve him from the Screaming Chimaera drunk off his arse, she was initially surprised he still wanted to watch Reggie as often as they did. He had woken up the next day seeming more normal, and Mia felt it unnecessary to drudge up that conversation right now. Sure, she thought she wanted kids of her own one day, but certainly for now, she was just fine with it being just the two of them. He had gotten so upset at just the mere joke of conception, she feared that another comment could send him head first into a vat of scotch that might be more difficult to pull him out of.
They had received an owl from Dumbledore on the last day in June, asking them, Tonks and Bill to guard the school while he was away, worried about a possible Death Eater attack. She was thrilled to be called for guard duty; it had been too long since she was needed, since she was a valuable member of the Order. She needed more excitement in her life than her mundane aide position at the Ministry.
Patrolling Hogwarts brought back many memories for Mia. Passing the Ravenclaw common room made her almost homesick for the castle. She had had many fantastic memories in the common room with Penelope, from studying together as 1st years to gossiping about boys as 4th years, to then sitting by the windows studying for NEWTs as 7th years – she had practically grown up inside those walls. To be walking by now at the age of 21, the memories of being a student at Hogwarts seemed like it happened a lifetime ago, but yesterday all in the same.
Passing by the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom tempted her to go inside and see if the office looked different now that it wasn’t occupied by Remus. She longed to see the plush emerald couch that she had grown so fond of, or to sip tea by the window that overlooked the quidditch pitch. She didn’t dare enter, as it was now Professor Snape’s domain and she knew he wouldn’t appreciate an intruder.
“Feels like almost a lifetime ago, doesn’t it?”
She turned around to see Remus standing a few paces behind her, his eyes a deep sapphire blue in the dim lighting of the corridor.
“I was just thinking that” she said, walking to him and kissing him. “It feels like yesterday at the same time, too.”
“I wonder what Severus has done with my office— I miss teaching here.”
Mia hugged him but didn’t speak, for she knew how much he missed teaching; he had loved it and been very good at it.
“We could pretend you do” she said with a sly grin “you could teach me a lesson— in your non-academic expertise, Professor Lupin…”
She bit her lip as she brushed the front of his trousers, feeling his bulge grow immediately from her touch.
“Hey hey hey—“
He grabbed her wrists and held her hands away from him, his face flushing as he quickly looked over his shoulder.
“As much as I would love to do that—” he said, stifling a grin “Dumbledore gave us a job to do. We shouldn’t’ve stood here as long as we did”
She crossed her arms and stuck her bottom lip out, pretending to pout like small child.
“You’re no fun” she teased.
They walked together hand in hand until they came to a fork in the corridor and parted ways, but not before she planted a firm kiss on his lips, standing on the very tip of her toes to reach him. Mia walked a few more corridors on other floors reminiscing for another half an hour or so. She was beginning to get bored walking by herself, thinking Dumbledore was overreacting by having this many members of the Order patrolling the school when there were staff members that could’ve done the job.
Another few minutes went by and she heard commotion. She stopped and listened— it didn’t seem like a few students sneaking out after hours. She ran around the corner to find a couple Death Eaters striding down the corridor, jeering and laughing about how easily they had gotten in. They began firing spells at Mia the moment they saw her, maniacal grins plastered on their faces. She deflected their hexes, worried she couldn’t fight two against one, she sprinted out of sight, making it around a few corners before she thought she lost them. She hustled a little farther, nearing the astronomy tower when a deep, raspy voice paralyzed her.
“Well, well, well— look who it is…”
Her breathing hitched; she turned her head slowly, fear coursing through her as she laid eyes upon Fenrir Greyback. His grin was sinister, his eyes cold and dark, flickering with savagery. She stared at him, frozen in fear, unable to run, unable to fight. Hex him, stun him, something! She told herself, willing herself to raise her wand and fight, but was unable to make her arm move. Her heart pounded as he moved closer to her, his grin making her stomach lurch.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here, what a pleasant surprise”
“Stay away from me!” she squeaked fearfully
Fenrir laughed maniacally, his grin twisting even more. Come on, Mia, do something! Her mind screamed at her, her heartbeat quickening.
“And why would I do that? Especially when you smell so wonderful…”
Fenrir leaned in close, cupping her face with his filthy hand as he sniffed her, inhaling deeply.
“How about you come with me when we’re finished here tonight— the full moon is in a couple weeks, you know”
She let out a whimper as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, the back of his fingers brushing against her jaw. She closed her eyes and began to tremble, pushing her body against the stone wall of the corridor as if to put as much space between her and Fenrir as possible.
“It’ll give me great pleasure, seeing the look on Remus’s face when he learns I marked and turned you—you’ll be my little werewolf bride”
She felt the knuckle of his index finger trail down her neck and chest, terror paralyzing her. She felt a whoosh of air over the top of her head, opening her eyes to see Fenrir looking to his left, stepping away from her. It was Bill, who just barely missed Fenrir with a stunning charm.
“Get away from her!” Bill hollered, sending another hex his way.
Fenrir bared his teeth, throwing up a shield charm. They began dueling, just as another Death Eater rounded the corner and send a jet of purple right at Mia. She found herself able to move again, deflecting the hex and fighting back. They sent hex after hex at each other, Mia eyeing the man furiously as she watched his spell pattern, looking for a window of opportunity. The world around her seemed to fade as all her focus was on the graying man before her. She wasn’t sure if it was just luck, or if the Death Eater slowed down, but she hit him square in the chest with a body bind curse, his arms and legs snapping together. He fell, face first on the stone floor, frozen. Mia turned back to see Fenrir on top of Bill, blood splattering everywhere as he slashed Bill’s face.
“Bill!” Mia cried, pointing her wand at Fenrir.
Fenrir was quicker, sending her flying onto her back before she was able to stun him. Her wand went flying out of her hand, clattering on the stone floor a few feet away from her. She tried to stretch for it, but it was just out of her reach. She was just now aware of her bracelet vibrating, certain that Remus was most likely in a duel with another death eater not too far away. Fenrir stood up, walking to her as she was crawling for her wand.
“Now… where were we?”
He grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him, climbing on top of her. He was dripping with Bill’s blood, his eyes wild with excitement from the attack. He tore at her shirt as she writhed underneath him, trying to get free.
“Stay still, Princess” He ordered “I want to see those pretty scars I gave you…”
He gave her a carnivorous smirk as he forced her pants down. Bill’s blood transferred to her clothes, skin and hair; the metallic scent of the sanguine fluid mixed with dirt and sweat made her nauseas. No, No, No She thought as she struggled this isn’t happening. Her mind was racing; she felt a surge of adrenaline run through as she wished with all her might for her to push him off. She didn’t even realize what happened at first when she felt him lift off of her, flying backwards and landing 100 feet away. He wasn’t moving; Mia wasn’t sure if he was dead, or if he was just stunned.
She laid there for a moment, staring at her shaking hands. Jets of red light had come out of her palms right before Fenrir was launched into the air, leaving her confused on what exactly had just happened. Had she just cast a stunning charm, wandless?? She turned to look at Bill, unconscious and bleeding profusely. Get it together she told herself, shaking off her nerves. She pulled her jeans back up; thankful for whatever her hands just did for her. She sprung up and grabbing her wand, running to Bill’s side.
“Bill? Bill! Can you hear me?” She called, shaking him gently.
Bill gave no reply. Mia felt his neck, feeling a very faint pulse. She pointed her wand at one of the gashes, hoping she would be able heal them without silver and dittany.
“Episky!”
The wound did not heal. She tried a couple more times with no more luck than she had on the first try. She heard a cackle on her left, turning to see another Death Eater staring at them.
“Mosmordre!” the man called, his wand pointing through a nearby broken window.
The Dark Mark now illuminated the outside grounds, casting an ominous green glow. The Death Eater was then knocked over by a flash of purple that came from seemingly nowhere. Tonks came bustling around the corner, her face contorting at the sight of Bill and Mia. His face was severely slashed that had she not seen him be attacked, Mia wouldn’t’ve been able to tell it was him.
“Bloody hell” Tonks whispered, her face draining of color.
“It’s Bill” Mia squeaked “He was attacked by Greyback”
Tonks transfigured a stretcher from some of the broken window glass as Mia cast a levitating charm, lowering Bill gently onto the stretcher. They grabbed each side and began running towards the hospital wing. They ran into Ginny helping Neville to the hospital wing, limping along slowly.
“Who is that?” Ginny called.
She looked horrified at the slashed up body on the stretcher as they ran by. Tonks and Mia shot each other nervous glances before turning back to Ginny.
“Bill” Tonks squeaked as they rounded around the corner.
Mia heard Ginny scream “WHAT?” as they were running down the corridor, almost to the hospital wing. There wasn’t time to explain, they weren’t even sure if Bill was still alive at this point. They picked up the pace when the saw the door to the hospital wing, barging through the door and setting Bill down on the first bed in the ward.
“What on earth is that noise?!” Madam Pomfrey spat as she walked out of her office. “Oh my— merlin’s beard!”
Her face whitened at the grotesque scene before her.
“It’s Bill Weasley!” Mia cried. “He was attacked by Fenrir Greyback— please Madam Pomfrey, you have to help him!”
Madam Pomfrey jumped into action, Tonks assisting her by handing her jars and packs of bandages. Mia stepped back, slinking into a chair across from them, beginning to shake. She was covered in blood, her clothing half torn off, and her heart was still pounding from the adrenaline that was pumping through her. She felt around her pockets and in her bra— her calming draught was gone. She knew Madam Pomfrey had some here, but she was too busy trying to save Bill at the moment. She brought her knees to her chest, burying her head in her knees as she tried to calm herself with deep breaths.
Please she thought, praying to whoever or whatever might be listening to her. If you’re up there listening, please, let Bill pull through.
The hospital wing was soon filled with people. Neville was situated upright in the bed next to Bill. Luna, Hermione and Tonks sat on the edge of his bed, while Remus and Ron sat on either side of Bill’s bed, waiting for the Weasley’s and Fleur to arrive. Ginny had gone back to find Harry after dropping Neville off, looking sick to know that her brother hung on the edge of life and death. Mia sat in a chair across the room, her hair stuck to Bill’s dried blood on her face. She wrapped herself in blanket to cover her torn clothing, mostly trying to hide her appearance so she wouldn’t have to talk about what she saw and experienced just yet. Harry and Ginny walked into the hospital wing right before Arthur, Molly and Fleur, the room growing noisy as Molly and Fleur began a heated discussion.
“All zees scars show iz that my ‘usband iz brave!” Fleur hollered “Did you really think zat I would not marry ‘im still? Or were you ‘oping?
Mia wasn’t paying much attention to the conversations happening before her, her mind was elsewhere, replaying the events with Fenrir and Bill’s attack over and over in her mind. However, when she heard Harry say “Dumbledore is dead”, her mind snapped back to reality. She saw Remus collapse into his chair, his face in his hands. Arthur’s face went pale, and Hermione’s hand clasped over her mouth.
“Dumbledore is dead?” Mia asked
She realized she had been invisible to most of them until now, as many of them turned their heads and looked surprised to see her.
“Snape killed him” Harry said flatly, anger flashing in his eyes.
“Snape??” Hermione said incredulously.
“No…” Mia whispered, mostly to herself.
It didn’t make any sense to her that Snape killed Dumbledore. He was a double agent, but he was on their side— or maybe so they thought. Mia lost herself in thought again, feeling extremely tired now that she was coming down off her rush of adrenaline. Her eyes felt heavy, it was a struggle to keep them open. She allowed them to close, telling herself she would only rest her eyes for a minute.
“Mia?”
Her eyes fluttered open to see Remus kneeling in front of her. His eyes looked bloodshot, his dark circles more pronounced as if it were close to a full moon. The clock on the wall told her she had been asleep for over an hour.
“Are you ready to go home? Bill is stable; he’s going to remain here for a bit.” Remus said gently.
Mia nodded, shifting to get up out of the chair. She pulled the blanket off of her to reveal her blood soaked, torn clothing.
“Blimey, Mia, what happened to you?” Ron asked as his mouth dropped to the floor.
“Fenrir went after me after he attacked Bill.”
Her voice much steadier than she thought it would’ve been. She caught Remus’s stare, his eyes wide with horror.
“What happened?” he asked quickly
He looked her up and down, checking for new scratches or injuries. Mia tried to shake him off, stifling down a lump forming in her throat. She felt self-conscious by everyone’s intrusive stares, wishing she would’ve waited until everyone else left before she got up.
“I don’t want to talk here— can we go?”
“Sure” Remus said, swallowing hard. “Molly, Arthur, please owl if you need anything at all.”
Mia felt eyes on the back of her head as her and Remus exited the hospital wing. She felt immense relief that Bill was going to pull through, but the look that Remus now had on his face made her stomach do flip flops. His mouth was clasped into a tight line, and his eyes seemed to flicker with a bit of fury that wasn’t there a few minutes prior. They walked in silence out of the gates and towards Hogsmeade, the grounds still illuminated the eerie shade of green. Once they reached the edge of Hogsmeade, she took his hand, and with a pop, they were gone.
“Tell me what happened”
Immersed in warm bath water, Mia sat with her knees to her chest as Remus washed the dried blood and dirt off of her. He sat on the edge of the bathtub, gently massaging as he scrubbed her back with a washcloth. Mia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn’t want to talk about what had happened, but she knew she was going to have to at least at some point.
“It’s my fault— Bill’s injuries are my fault”
Remus sat the wash cloth down and adjusted himself so he could look at her better.
“No it’s not— why are you blaming yourself?”
“Fenrir found me, and I froze when I saw him. I told myself to fight, to hex him, but I couldn’t move. I was terrified.” Mia began to pick at her fingernails anxiously. “Bill came ‘round the corner and saw him pushing me against the wall, and began to fight him. I got into a duel with another Death Eater, but when I looked back he was slashing Bill’s face.”
Her voice began to break as the scene flashed in her mind’s eye. She could see it just behind her closed eyes; Bill’s blood splattering everywhere as Fenrir sliced him with tremendous force.
“He grabbed me, and was on top of me, yanking my pants down”
Remus inhaled sharply, his face contorting with rage and turning a deep shade of purple “I’ll rip his throat out, that fucking animal— I’ll kill him, I’ll fucking kill—”
“Remus! He didn’t— he didn’t get that far” Mia said quickly.
Her chin quivered as she brought her knees to her chest even tighter, the scene unwantedly replaying in her mind.
“Before he could— could do anything… I—“
She stopped. She wasn’t sure what she did to blast Fenrir off of her, wasn’t sure how to explain what happened. She looked down at her palms, her hands shaking again. Remus stared at her inquisitively, wanting her to continue.
“You…?”
“I stunned him— I think” she said, still looking down at her palms.
“You think…?” he said, his posture relaxing as his expression puzzled. “What spell did you cast?”
“I didn’t. I didn’t have my wand.” She said softly, her brow furrowing. “It came from my hands”
“You cast a stunning charm, wandless?”
He sounded unconvinced. Mia shrugged, unsure of what to say. She grabbed a bottle of shampoo and squeezed a dollop into her hand. She lathered her hair, soap bubbles trickling gently down her back.
“That’s a whole different level of magic— beyond transfiguring your wand or lighting a candle”
“I’m really not sure what happened— He could be dead for all I know”
She actually hoped he was dead. If he was, she would never have to worry about him touching her again.
“He’s not, he must’ve been stunned. Harry said he was there when Snape killed Dumbledore.”
Her heartbeat quickened. If Fenrir Greyback was alive, open the possibility that she run into him again was there. He had taking a liking to her and after what almost happened today, the idea of him near her terrified and repulsed her.
“I need you to mark me, Remus” she whispered
He froze for a moment, his breathing hitched. He then shook his head, muttering something inaudible under his breath. He reached for his wand off the bathroom counter and conjuring a goblet out of thin air. He pointed his wand at the cup, filling it with clean water to rinse her hair.
“We don’t have to do that— the flat is under a Fidelius charm, as long as you are inside these walls you will be safe” he said dismissively.
“I have a job, I have to support us— I can’t just hole up in here for the rest of my life”
“Not the rest of your life, just until this is all over”
“And who knows how long that will be!” She cried “I can’t become a prisoner in my own house”
Remus stopped rinsing her hair, sighing heavily. The tension in the room was thick as they stared at one another. Mia could see a spark of fear behind his eyes as he studied her intently— she was sure he was trying to come up with another excuse.
“I watched Sirius grow more depressed by the day while he was stuck inside headquarters— I don’t want to turn into that, especially when there is another option” she said calmly “an option that keeps Greyback at an arm’s distance and allows me to keep living my life”
He paused, his brows knitting together as his grip on his wand turned his knuckles white.
“I won’t do it— I can’t” he whispered, his voice firm.
“Why?” she asked “You always just say no, but you won’t explain why”
“It will seal you to me, forever.”
He resumed rinsing her hair, his jaw clenching and unclenching a few times.
“And what’s so wrong with that?” she chuckled
“It’s dangerous” he explained “Not only is it illegal to perform on a human, but I can’t take wolfsbane and it has to be done right before moonrise to ensure if takes properly— and if we’re not quick enough…”
“I’m an animagus, remember? I’ll just transform”
He waved his wand and the cup disappeared. He sighed and looked at her with a heavy expression.
“You don’t realize how much this will affect your body. You won’t be able to run, you won’t be able to transform. It will make you sick— very sick. I’ll end up tearing you to shreds, or turning you.”
“We can have someone help us, someone else there to pull me out of the cellar before you turn.”
She stood up and outstretched her hand for a bath towel. His eyes flickered to the scars that extended from her hips to just a few inches above her knees. They were large, raised slightly from the skin around them. His stomach churned at the thought of Fenrir climbing on top of her to do what he thankfully didn’t get to do. He averted his eyes; turning his attention to the bath towel hanging on the towel bar behind him, grabbing it hastily.
“You don’t understand what this will do…”
He cast a heating charm on the towel, handing it to her.
“And what don’t I understand?”
She wrapped herself in the warm fluffy towel and stepped on the bathroom rug, turning back to Remus still seated on the edge of the tub.
“I would have to bite you, during intercourse, albeit still as a human— but it will leave you with a scar.” He said tensely “It not only will make it so no werewolves will touch you, but it will make it so you cannot mate with anyone besides me. Your lust will be for me and me alone.”
“Ok, I still don’t see the problem…”
“To condemn a young, unmarried woman to a magical curse such as this would be… reprehensible.” He said sighing, running a hand through his graying hair.
“So marry me.”
Mia sat down on the toilet seat, looking at him with a straight face.
“What?” he blinked at her vacantly.
“You heard me. Marry me.”
Remus just looked at her. She crossed her arms so matter of fact. He stared at her blankly, blinking at her a few times.
“You want to marry a werewolf?” he asked slowly, his tone cynical.
“Shut up” she snorted, rolling her eyes
“Your position at the Ministry could be compromised, people like Dolores Umbridge will make it their mission to see to it you don’t work there because of your association with me.”
“I don’t care— I can have any job I want with my school marks, I don’t have to work for the Ministry.”
“People will hate you just because you are married to someone like me, they will say horrible things to you”
“Let them hate me then— I don’t care”
“You should” he replied quietly “You should care”
“Why? Because my value as a woman is based on what other people think of me? That’s bullshit” she spat, grabbing her hair brush from the counter and running through her damn hair roughly. “I know you’ve had issues with feeling like an outcast all your life, but my value comes from how I feel about myself, not what others think about me.”
Remus fidgeted with his wand, a slight, amused smirk creeping across his face.
“When did you get so wise?” he murmured.
“Helen is good at her job” Mia chuckled with a playful eye roll. “I told you the day Penelope and I came to your cottage, that I want this life because I want you. Let them call me a filthy half-breed fucker, I don’t care. They can call me whatever they like, as long as I have you— you are the only life I need”
“You think your mother would be ok with you marrying a werewolf?” he asked, his brow raising.
“I think she honestly is more concerned that you were my teacher, which she got over, mostly” she chuckled. “Let me ask you something now; would you be hesitant to get married if you weren’t a werewolf?”
“No” He shook his head, the familiar expression of self-loathing visible.
“Then you shouldn’t feel any different about it, because your condition doesn’t affect your ability to marry. So, I say again; marry me.”
“Mia…”
“Do you love me?”
He let out a bark of laughter “Of course I do” he said frankly
“Then marry me, Remus.”
They were silent as they locked eyes, Mia wishing she was a legilimens in this moment, to be able to read his thoughts.
“Am I really that bad that I have to beg you?” she asked softly
“No— god no, you’re perfect” he whispered. He stared at her for a minute, and then let out a long sigh “I’d need to ask your mother’s permission…”
“No you don’t, that’s so archaic.” She snorted a small giggle.
“If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.” He said firmly. “I will get your mother’s blessing. We will ask our friends to witness. You’ll wear a white dress and carry roses down the aisle. We’ll say our vows at sunset and then dance with our friends until daybreak.”
Mia smiled a wide, toothy grin. “Someone has his wedding day all planned out” she teased, raising her brow.
Remus chuckled softly, fixing his attention on a seashell painting that hung on the bathroom wall next to the door. “I’d like a spring wedding, the weather is perfect at the end of April— and I will ask you properly, after I speak with your mother of course.”
Mia winked at him as she stood up, walking back into her bedroom to put on her pajamas.
“Do I get a wedding ring?” she called back to him.
Remus stood in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as he watched her slide her satin sleep shorts over her rump.
“If that’s what you would like, absolutely”
Mia smirked as she walked over to kiss him. “Now that we’ve agreed to get married, will you mark me?”
Remus’s smile faded and he tensed slightly. “Mia…”
“Please, Remus— he isn’t going to stop this.” she pleaded softly “The look on his face when he was about to—“
Remus held his hand up to silence her, shaking his head. She looked at him with large, glassy eyes, her expression pleading with him to agree. He let out a long sigh, envisioning Greyback in his mind’s eye crawling on top of her. He felt sick at the thought of the savage werewolf touching her, anger surging through him just at the mere idea of it. He nodded stiffly as he pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Alright, fine— I’ll do it.”
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