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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 decided she hated funerals. They were terrible. They were intended so the living could mourn the dead and pour their feelings out about how much the deceased was loved. Sharing her feelings might be growing a little easier thanks to her visits with Helen, but she wasn’t jumping up and volunteering to speak in front of a hundred people gathered today around the white marble tomb. She felt many emotions as she stared at the body of Albus Dumbledore, fingers intertwined with Remus’s, hearing the heartfelt testimonies of how wonderful a man he was. She was sad; Dumbledore had been nothing but kind to her, and treated her well. She felt a certain brotherhood connection with him being in the Order of the Phoenix together. She also felt confused; confused that Severus Snape was indeed the one to have murdered him. Dumbledore trusted Snape, was Dumbledore not as cunning as she had thought? Lastly, she was angry, for all the reasons she was confused. She wanted to hex Snape into oblivion next time she saw him.
She looked around at the other members of the Order, studying them closely. Tonks held a sleeping Reggie tight in her arms as Kingsley sat next to her, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Susan and Molly held onto each other as they cried silently together, Arthur gently patting Molly’s back. Fleur sat by Olympe Maxime, her old Beauxbatons headmistress, looking out of place without Bill at her side. Moody sat in a corner by himself, his magical eye whirring about. Ron looked like he was going to vomit as Hermione cried into his shoulder, and Harry had an expression like stone, etched onto his face and unchanging. Even Professor McGonagall looked a twinge of green herself, staring at Dumbledore with watery eyes. Mia turned to look at Remus, wanting to seek comfort in his presence. His posture was rigid— his jaw was clenched together and gazed fixed ahead.
“You ok?” she whispered, so quietly she wasn’t certain if Remus would hear her.
“No” he whispered back “this is bad, Dumbledore dead is bad”
“I know”
“He was the only wizard Voldemort fears. Now, nothing is in his way”
“I know”
They listened to a few older witches speaking short eulogies as Mia continued to watch the expressions of the crowd around them. Remus remained still as a statue; doing everything he could to stay calm. Mia felt fear rise in her; now that Dumbledore was gone, what was going to happen? Could Voldemort truly rise to power? Take over the Ministry and begin a reign of terror? She shook off the thought— she never thought of the Order of the Phoenix being on the losing side of the war, and it made her sick to think about.
“Remus?”
“hmm?”
“I’m scared”
Her voice shook slightly as she whispered. He squeezed her hand a little tighter and nodded, a vein in his forehead popping out from clenching his jaw too tight.
“Me too”

Remus rapped on the front door three times, his palms sweating profusely. He wiped his hands on the back of his trousers and jammed them into his pockets, rolling his shoulders and giving himself a mental pep-talk. She told you she thought you were the best thing for her; there is no need to be nervous. Just relax; she can smell fear a mile away. He rocked on his heels, feeling self-conscious that maybe he should’ve owled first— he hadn’t thought of common courtesy until this very moment, standing on the porch like an idiot.
As Susan opened her front door, Remus realized this was the least put together he had ever seen her. She was dressed in raggedy old clothes, her hair pulled up messily, and her face lacking any makeup— she obviously had not been expecting a visitor to drop by at this time of the morning.
“Remus, I wasn’t expecting company; I apologize, I’m doing some late spring cleaning— is Mia with you?”
She craned her neck to look behind him.
“No, she’s working at the Clearwater’s shop—“
Susan drew her wand, pointing it at his throat and cutting off his sentence.
“Mia learned magic from Sirius Black that upset me when I found out— what was it?”
“He taught her the Animagus transfiguration” Remus replied without falter.
She lowered her wand, nodding and smiling slightly. “Come in.”
“I’m so sorry, I should’ve sent an owl…” he said awkwardly
“No, no it’s alright, come in—“
Remus stepped inside, following her down the entrance hall to the living room. He shoved his hands back into his pockets awkwardly, chewing on his tongue inside his mouth.
“Sorry I drew my wand on you— for all I know Dolohov tortured my address out of you and killed you”
“Nothing of it— we can’t be too careful”
She motioned for him to sit down. “Pardon the mess,”
Remus wanted to laugh— Susan’s house was pristine; so clean you could eat off the floor without worry. He settled himself awkwardly on the living room couch as Susan retreated into the kitchen. He sunk a couple inches into the cushions, taking note on just how comfortable the furniture was as he heard the sound of clanking dishes in the next room.
“Milk and sugar in your tea?” she called to him.
“No, plain is fine— thank you”
The sweat returned to him palms as his stomach flip flopped. He wiped his hands roughly on his trousers, Relax, Remus Relax. He took the time to observe Susan’s living room, not a single item out of place, everything sparkling clean. Pardon the mess he shook his head this woman is mental.
Her home was older, and had a very stately feel about it. The living room had built in bookshelves that displayed literature from floor to ceiling, framing a handsome brick fireplace. A small pot of floo powder was attached to one side of the fireplace. The mantle was decorated with photos of Mia, from images of her as a small child to more current. He was surprised to see one of the photos was of himself with her, in front of their Christmas tree this past holiday. He smiled, remembering the moment the photo was taken.
“Alright you two, let’s take one in front of the tree now!”
“Mum, please— enough with the photos”
“We need to cherish the small moments in life, Amelia, because one day they are all we have left— for merlin’s sake Remus, put your arm around her, she doesn’t have Dragon Pox!”
Mia had rolled her eyes over and over at Susan that day before diving into the mountain of paperwork she insisted needed done that day. He felt a twinge of desire as he remembered their night after the witch had departed, but forced himself to shake off the thought. Getting a woody in the middle of Susan Roswell’s living room was the last thing he needed today.
Susan had a large abstract painting on one of the far walls, for which everything in the room look more expensive in its vicinity. Nestled below the painting was a hutch containing old records, a vintage turntable on display on top of the oak cabinet. He made his way over to the hutch, observing the collection of music. He was surprised to see amongst a collection of Duke Ellington, Ella Fitzgerald and Count Basie was a vast array of The Beatles, The Rolling Stones and Led Zeppelin. He wondered if these records had once belonged to John, remembering him and Mia discussing their mutual love of rock ‘n’ roll.
“She certainly is a Roswell, Loves all the classics— I trained her well” John had told him, yelling over the stereo blasting Satisfaction as Mia danced around and sang loudly— and off key.
Remus also discovered a few of Celestina Warbeck’s records, stifling down laughter that Susan would listen to that witch’s garbage. The year they had spent Christmas at 12 Grimmauld place, Molly had Celestina’s Christmas album on repeat (the jazz-pop fluff driving all of them slowly insane) until Sirius confunded the record player, saving them all.
“Why isn’t this stupid thing working?” Molly had grumbled, banging the record player a few times.
“Oh, that thing is so old, Molly— it was my mother’s. Looks like we’ll just have to play music on the wireless” Sirius had shrugged to her, sneaking a wink and a mischievous grin at Remus and Mia.
The style and cleanliness of the house gave the impression Susan appreciated the finer things in life. Mia had grown up living in this home; with its elegant wainscoting and immaculate hardwood floors, he wondered how she could love his little tumble-down cottage so much when this was how she lived. Susan came clanking in to the living room with a tray of a tea pot and two mugs.
“I see you’ve found my record collection” she smirked.
“Oh, yes— I was looking at the amount of rock ‘n’ roll you have, these are all Mia’s favorites”
“Yes, we trained her well” Susan smiled “John took me to a Pink Floyd concert for our third date, we both proceeded to polish off a whole bottle of whisky and a few packs of cigarettes, and passed out in the back of his station wagon after the concert. Woke up at five in the morning to a police officer banging on the window and telling us to go home”
Susan and Remus both chuckled— Susan at the memory and Remus at imaging a young Susan at a rock concert. He couldn’t see it— she was always so uptight, so put together, but maybe he didn’t know her as well as he thought. Maybe the events of her life had turned her that way, maybe the young early 20’s Susan would’ve been the kind of woman to get drunk at a rock concert and pass out in the back of an automobile with a gentleman she was just barely seeing.
“Now—“she said as she settled herself in a chair across from the couch “What is it that I can do for you on this lovely Saturday morning?”
“uhm— How are you doing about Albus?” he said awkwardly, sinking back into the couch cushions.
Dumbledore, really?? It just came out, his subconscious delaying the nerve-wracking conversation.
“I’m worried if I’m to be honest” she said heavily “Albus dead is bad— there’s no telling what will happen from here”
Remus nodded, reaching for his piping cup of tea and sipping gingerly. They paused as Susan eyed him curiously. She leaned back in her chair, giving him a small smirk.
“Something tells me you’re not here to talk about Albus, though…”
“No” he said softly, shaking his head “I came to ask you something else.”
Susan raised her brow, looking at him intently “Go on…”
He felt uncomfortable under her gaze, her emerald eyes seemed to pierce into his soul as she smirked at him. Did she know what he was here to ask?
“I came by, to ask you—erm…“
He froze, why was he so nervous? He coughed awkwardly, fidgeting with his hands as his mind screamed at him to spit it out. He’d be lying if he said Susan didn’t make him anxious.
“Remus, don’t squirm— I enjoy it far too much” Susan snickered “now spit it out”
He took a quick breath, speaking quickly as if it were easier to say the words if they came out fast. “I came by to ask you for Mia’s hand— for your blessing”
Susan smiled a little more, taking a sip of her tea. “Let me ask you something first— why do you want to marry my daughter?”
“Why?” He asked incredulously.
He hadn’t been anticipating this question, he assumed she would either say yes and throw her arms around him, or say no and start firing hexes at him. But to ask him why he wanted to marry Mia? Why wouldn’t he want to marry her?
“Yes, why do you want to marry her?”
“Because I love her.” he said simply “and she loves me, god only knows why…” he added under his breath with a cynical shrug.
Susan raised a brow at him, seemingly unsatisfied by the simplicity of his answer.
“Here’s the truth, Susan” He sighed heavily “I can’t give Mia any promises of a great life. I can’t hold a job, I’m broke and I am an outcast. She will be looked down upon if she marries me, more than she is now when people have learned she is involved with someone like me”
He set his tea down, looking Susan straight in the eye.
“But I can love her. I can give her the emotional support she needs, be her sidekick— her cheerleader. I can support her dreams, hopes and aspirations even if I cannot chase my own. I can rub her feet at the end of a long day, I can be the shoulder to cry on who always has a piece of cheesecake and a heated blanket ready for her.”
Susan’s smile returned, creeping across her face slowly.
“I will treat her well; I will be her partner that she can turn to for anything. I will care for her like she deserves, because I love her so, so much”
Susan nodded her smile turning to a smug smirk. Remus once again began to fidget, his ears growing hot. Was she about to laugh in his face and tell him to get out? He felt like an idiot— maybe he shouldn’t’ve came here today.
“Well it’s about damn time, don’t you think?” she said “Mia doesn’t need you to shower her with money or take her out for expensive dinners— she’s never been stuffy. She needs someone to love and cherish her— that, I know you will do”
Remus breathed a sigh of relief, smiling thickly at her.
“If anyone had told me that my daughter’s Defense against the Dark Arts professor would be asking me to marry her, I would’ve told them they were mad.”
They both laughed, albeit Remus more awkwardly than her. They were silent for a moment once their laughter died; Remus felt the overwhelming urge to speak again, unsure of why he would bring this up to Susan in the first place.
“She wants me to mark her.” he said quietly.
Susan nodded slowly, “she told me.”
“I don’t want to” he said “I don’t want to do that to her.”
“Greyback has threatened to mark and turn her himself, hasn’t he?”
“Yes, he wants to use her to mess with me” He said “I wanted her to quit working, stay in the flat where the Fidelius charm will protect her”
“You and I both know you can’t keep her cooped up in that flat forever” Susan said frankly “she’d go mad”
“Its dark magic” he said “I swore I’d never leave a mark on her. I swore I’d never plague her with something so— so barbaric.”
“Let me ask you— what exactly would it do for her? Why would it keep Greyback away?”
“The curse only allows the marked to mate with the werewolf that marked them.” Remus explained “They also cannot be pursued by any other werewolf other than the one that marks them. There were two women that were marked while I was underground in Bath. I could talk to them, be a normal standing distance, but I couldn’t touch them. I couldn’t even shake their hand— I just physically couldn’t do it”
“So Greyback couldn’t touch her if you marked her” Susan said, a statement not a question.
“He couldn’t get more than an arm’s length from her”
Susan studied him intently, thinking hard. Remus could almost hear gears turning in her head as she went through a few facial expressions.
“You need to do it.”
“What?” he blinked at her vacantly
“She told me about what happened with him at Hogwarts the other day— Remus, you need to do it”
“You want me to curse your daughter with dark magic?” he asked flatly
“Yes, I want you, Remus Lupin, the one whom she loves, to curse her with dark magic” Susan said simply “Because I’ll be damned if someone else does it instead.”
The Order had abandoned 12 Grimmauld place as their headquarters, fearing its safety was compromised now that Dumbledore was dead. With the Fidelius charm broken after his death, all members of the Order became secret keepers for the location of headquarters, Snape included. The Weasley’s graciously offered the Burrow again as the new headquarters, the wards around it keeping anyone uninvited out of the house’s grounds.
The clock was ticking on Harry’s 17^th birthday. Dumbledore left Moody in charge of the Order of the Phoenix, and had left detailed notes about the protection charm that was on Harry and the Dursley’s home, which would expire on his birthday. The spell Dumbledore cast those many moons ago allowed Harry to live with his aunt and uncle safely, providing he still called 4 Privet Drive home, would no longer be in effect after July 31^st.
“Moving Potter is going to be a challenge; we need a firm plan” Moody growled, pacing in front of the table at the Burrow. “If we plan on moving him with getting any of us killed, we need to prepared all well versed”
“How do you think we should precede, Mad- Eye?” Susan asked “He will still have the trace on him until his birthday”
“We’ll need to use a non-traceable form of travel; broom, thestral, things of that sort”
Moody’s magical eye whirred around as he paced, his prosthetic leg thumping heavily.
“What if we had more than one Potter?” a voice grumbled from the corner of the table.
It was Mundungus Fletcher, not a common person to speak up or offer suggestions in Order meetings. Everyone’s eyes fell on the short ginger-haired man, curious as to what he meant by this statement.
“More than one?” Remus asked, “you mean to use polyjuice?”
“Yeah, we could have like, 7 fakes of him. If we’re ambushed, they wouldn’t know who is real and who isn’t” Mundungus shrugged.
“That’s brilliant…”
Everyone turned to the kitchen doorway to see Ron, Hermione and Ginny huddled together, eavesdropping on the meeting. Hermione had accidently thought out loud, revealing the trio.
“You three should be upstairs!” Molly barked
“We want to help!” Ginny cried “Fred and George are in the Order now!”
“Fred and George are of age” Molly said flatly.
“So are Hermione and I” Ron said “Mum, we’re joining— if you’ll have us, Mad-Eye”
“Alastor, you certainly won’t…” Molly sputtered.
“They are of age, Molly, I won’t stop them if they want to join.” He said, his voice low and gravelly as his magical eye inspected Ron and Hermione.
“What about me??” Ginny barked
“You are not old enough, now back upstairs!”
“But Mum!”
“Ginevra— listen to your mother and go upstairs.” Arthur said sternly.
Ginny stomped her feet all the way up the stairs, her footsteps getting quieter the father she was from the kitchen. Hermione and Ron pulled up a few extra chairs and scooted into the table next to Fred and George.
“Alright, let’s get back to business…” Moody continued.
After another hour of brainstorming, their plan was set. More than one Harry Potter would leave 4 Privet Drive and travel to a secure location, then portkey to the Burrow. They had split into pairs; Hermione with Kingsley, Fleur with Bill, Mundungus with Moody, Ron with Tonks, George with Remus, Fred with Arthur, Mia with Susan, and Harry with Hagrid. Molly would be waiting at the Burrow for everyone to arrive; the portkeys timed a few minutes apart to arrive in sequence.
“Harry isn’t going to like this plan…” Hermione said
“He doesn’t have to like it!” Moody grumbled “we’ll have another meeting two days before we move him. See you all then.”
The meeting began to disband, everyone either getting up to leave, or turning to one another and engaging in conversations. Remus slipped away as Mia was distracted by Fred and George asking her to look at a couple new joke products they had debuting in a few weeks at their shop. He slipped into the kitchen, whispering in Molly’s ear.
“Molly, could I ask for your help with something?”
“Absolutely, Remus, anything” she said, giving him a friendly smile.
“I want to ask for Mia’s hand— I know what I’d like to say, but I need some help getting it all together”
“Oh Remus, how wonderful!” she cried, throwing her arms around him “I know just what we can do— Alastor!”
Moody came thunking into the room loudly, his magical eye was doing somersaults as he inspected Molly and Remus. “Yes?”
“Alrighty, so before the next meeting…”
Remus sat at the breakfast table feeling sick; he had no idea how he was going to afford to pay for Mia’s wedding ring. Yes, he did have the money for it in his Gringotts vault, but it would throw off his budget that he calculated to make what little money he had last. He was frustrated with himself, unable to find steady work to pay for something like this made him feel loathsome and insecure. You can barely afford to buy her a ring- what the hell does she even see in you? He tried to push these thoughts out of his mind, reminding himself on how adamant she had been that she didn’t care that she would support the both of them. She might not care, but he did.
“What’s wrong?”
“Huh?” Remus asked, his mind snapping back to reality.
She was sitting across the table with a small pile of muggle mail in front of her, starting at him with narrowed eyes
“You look like your about to hurl”
“Oh, no I’m fine— coffee just hasn’t kicked in yet” he said, shaking his head.
“Ok…” she said slowly, taking a breath before speaking again. “So, we need to talk about the full moon next week.”
“What of it?” he said, attempting to sound casual but failing miserably.
“You know what.”
He sighed heavily, rubbing his face vigorously in frustration. “I really really do not want to do this”
“I need you to. I’ve talked with Arthur and Kingsley; we have a plan in place.”
“You talked— fuck— what is this plan of yours, then?” he growled in frustration.
“We use the Weasley’s cellar, right before moonrise. Arthur and Kingsley will come down with us, and they can pull me out before you transform”
“They will have to watch us have sex” he said flatly “you really want that?”
“They can turn around” she shrugged “if you say I won’t be able to walk or transform, I need them there to pull me out”
Remus threw his face into his hands and let out a frustrated grunt. “No, no I won’t do it” he said through a constricted voice “I can’t”
“You agreed to it— please, I need this from you” she pleaded “The full moon is on a Friday this month, its perfect— I can recover Saturday and Sunday, go to work on Monday and then be able to move Harry that following weekend.”
He let out a frustrated exhale. “I— I need a shower” he grumbled, standing and making his way into the bedroom.
Mia shook her head irritably as she turned her attention to the stack of mail in front of her. She combed through the stack, finding a letter addressed to her that she didn’t recognize the return address. Opening the letter, she had to reread it a couple times before she understood what it was saying. When her brain finally made the connection, her mouth dropped open.
“Bloody hell” she whispered, her eyes bugging at the paper. “REMUS!” she called to him.
“What?!”
He poked his head through the doorway of the bedroom, looking exasperated.
“This letter— it’s from my Dad’s estate” she said, her brows raised so high they were nearly in her hairline “it’s about time, I signed this shit 6 months ago”
“That’s it?? Jesus, Mia— you scared me” he breathed, shaking his head and walking back to the table. “What does it say?”
“Well, not only did Dad have a good amount of money tucked away, he also carried a substantial amount of life insurance. Since he and mum were divorced and Miranda was already gone, I am the sole benefactor” she said, handing Remus the letter.
“Bloody hell!” Remus choked; his eyes bugging at the check attached to the bottom of the letter. “How many zeros is that?”
“Looks like you not working will never be an issue”
She took the letter back to reread it, Remus watching her eyes move across the paper as she double and triple read the text. He ran a hand through his hair, realizing that with this amount of money coming to her, she didn’t need to work. He had found his scapegoat he’d been praying for.
“This is excellent—I don’t have to mark you! You have enough money to quit working”
She let out a frustrated sigh “Remus, it’s not about the money. I don’t want to become a prisoner here…”
His posture stooped as he studied her. His heart sank; his scapegoat failed him. He reached forward and twirled a strand of her black hair around his index finger “I just swore I’d never leave as much as a scratch on you, and to do this…”
“You’re doing this because you love me” she whispered “you’re doing this to protect me.”
He kissed her forehead, pulling her into a tight embrace. When he pulled away, he glanced back down at the letter in her hands.
“So you had no idea this much money was coming?” he asked, studying the large figure at the bottom of the page.
“No idea” she said “I’m going to call Mum, I’m not even sure what to do with this from here”
Remus kissed her forehead again then made his way back to the bathroom, thinking he could probably afford her engagement ring now.

“What are you wearing to Bill and Fleur’s wedding?” Mia asked Penelope as she unpacked the piles of shopping bags she had brought home.
“I don’t know yet, I haven’t decided on dress robes or an actual dress” Penelope shrugged, eyeing Mia’s shopping spree “what is all that, anyway?”
“Oh, just some clothes. I also got Remus and Eric some dress robes for the wedding; Arthur thought it best if Eric blended in with the crowd.” Mia said as she picked up a dark purple set of dress robes out of one of the bags. “I hope he likes purple”
“He’s so nervous to attend a wizard wedding” Penelope giggled “I know Remus isn’t thrilled that he is coming with us, but I am really excited to have him there”
“Yeah, he has made it clear to me that he is still not a fan of him” Mia laughed “How serious are you two anyway?” she added slyly
“I don’t know…” Penelope shrugged and blushed, trying to sound casual.
Mia grinned and raised an eyebrow at her. Penelope threw one of the empty shopping bags at her
“Don’t look at me like that!” she laughed “I don’t know. We haven’t had any talks like that yet”
“mhmm” Mia hummed, chuckling and shaking her head.
“Are you nervous for tomorrow? To be, marked or whatever?” Penelope asked
“A little, but I can’t think of any other way to keep Greyback away, that doesn’t involve killing him. I think we should kill him, but apparently ‘our side doesn’t kill unless absolutely necessary’, as my mum and Remus have both said.” Mia said with an eye roll
“It sounds like it’s necessary to me” Penelope shrugged.
“Yeah, no kidding— Remus is having a hard time with it, he has been avoiding me for a couple days. He has always said he never wanted to be one to leave a scar on me”
“Walk me though it?” Penelope asked “He wouldn’t tell me when I asked him”
“Basically he has to bite me while we shag, as close to moonrise as possible while he is still human. It’ll infect me slightly— change my pheromones so other werewolves cannot pursue me”
“It won’t turn you?”
“If it’s done right, I shouldn’t turn.” Mia said “but I will probably take on symptoms— grumpiness around the full moon, etc.”
“So you’ll be taking your steaks rare from now on?”
“Absolutely not, no way” Mia cringed “I will never eat my steaks rare”
They both laughed as Mia made a few gagging mimes.
“And this is illegal?” Penelope continued.
“Only because I am human— if I were a werewolf too, it wouldn’t be”
“Sounds… gruesome”
“I’d rather be bit by Remus than Fenrir.” Mia said darkly.
“Fair enough”
There was a pause between them as Penelope rose and made her way to the kitchen for a drink. Mia continued to unpack her shopping bags, laying the items out in piles as to who they were for.
“By the way, I need you to close the shop next week— Thursday night” Penelope called back to her over the clanking of glasses.
“I can’t, I have an Order meeting that night and I work at the Ministry ‘til 4”
“You’ll have to be late for the meeting” Penelope shrugged.
“Penny, I can’t be late— this meeting is important”
“I don’t have anyone to close for me, I already told Remus and he said he’d take care of you being late” Penelope lied.
She tried desperately to keep a straight face as she made her way back into the living room with her water glass in tow. Remus asked Penelope to distract Mia for the evening to make her late to the meeting, a key point in his proposal plan.
“Mad- Eye is going to kill me, you know that?” Mia grumbled, picking out a copper dress from one of the shopping bags and throwing it to Penelope “try this on— if you like it you can wear it to the wedding”
Friday rolled around and Mia watched as Remus stared at his dinner plate, stress and anxiety plauging his expression. He looked ill, effects of the looming moon visible in his appearance. He had been considerably short with Mia since the morning, for which partially she chalked up to the cycle, but she also knew he was unhappy with her insistence for him to mark her. He had been drinking a considerable amount of scotch over the last few days, and today was no different. He had already dipped into a bottle by the time Mia had gotten home from work.
“Remus, more lasagna?” Molly asked, holding out a piece on a spatula across the table.
“No” he grumbled, waving her away.
“You don’t have to be snippy” Mia muttered to him softly.
The Weasley’s were gracious enough to have them for dinner beforehand, along with Susan, Tonks and Kingsley. They all piled around the table, crammed in like sardines, enjoying Molly’s homemade lasagna.
“So Remus, Kingsley and I have the cellar all ready to go—“ Arthur began.
“Are we really doing this?” Remus snapped, ignoring Arthur and turning to Mia.
She froze as she was in mid-bite, chewing slowly as they locked eyes.
“Yes…we’ve talked about it—” she said slowly
“More like you’ve asked, and when I’ve said no, you decided we were doing it anyway!”
“Excuse me, but I seem to recall you agreeing to this after Greyback nearly had his way with me!” she hissed “This is the only way he will stop!”
“You’ve barely even considered the consequences…” he said angrily, his face turning red.
“I have too— I know what I am getting into!”
“You don’t—you are too impulsive and—”
“Remus Lupin!” Susan barked.
She stood up and placed her palms on the table, leaning forward towards him. “You will quit. your. whining. You will do this for her— you will mark her tonight.”
Remus stared at Susan heatedly “I can’t believe you are alright with this.” he grumbled quietly, eyeing her up and down,
“Yes” Susan said simply. “Because I will say again what I said a few weeks ago— I will be damned if someone other than you sinks their teeth into her.”
“But—“
“This is happening! Tonight!” Susan said, throwing her hands in the air “Because if you don’t bite her this cycle, you might not get another chance to. I know what it will do to both of you if Greyback gets the chance to do it instead.”
Remus gritted his teeth, glaring at the plate in front of him as his face remained beet red in frustration. Everyone else at the table was quiet as a mouse, afraid to look in his direction. Mia gripped her silverware tightly to keep her hands from shaking.
“If something were to happen to me…” he said quietly, still looking at his plate but addressing Mia “you wouldn’t be able to be with anyone else for the rest of your life. I wouldn’t want that for you”
“Then we will make sure nothing happens to you” she said calmly “But I would rather spend the rest of my life alone, then be forced to spend it with Greyback”
The silence was deafening, as it took Remus nearly a minute to say anything. The room was so quiet they could hear the ghoul in the attic thunking around 6 stories up.
“So the cellar is ready to go, Arthur?” he said heavily.
“All set— we’ll get you squared away, and then bring Mia to you.”

Author's Notes: tee-hee, cliff hanger.
If ya'll love Sirius Black as much as you love Remus Lupin, I would love for you all to read my other fic, To Catch a Rat. It is a much much shorter work than this one, featuring Sirius and an OFC.
Thanks again for reading! I update around twice a week so it won't be a long wait for the next chapter
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