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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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The grass crunched softly beneath her bare feet as Mia stepped across the lawn. The sun was setting; soon a bright full moon would be luminous over the grounds of the Burrow. Mia would be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous; she had begun to feel jittery and anxious when Kingsley and Arthur took Remus into the cellar about a half hour ago. She shoved her hands into her robe pockets and attempted to shake off the feeling of her stomach in her throat.
She followed behind the men just a couple paces slower, going over what she was expecting from this evening. Remus had explained he had to bite her in his human form during intercourse, and that she would feel sick from it afterwards. They had planned to do this just before the moon rose to ensure the curse took properly— if they did it too early, they would risk the curse not taking, leaving her with a bite scar for nothing. The nerve-wracking part in doing this so close to moonrise was if they were not quick enough, Remus would transform and maul her to death— or worse, bite her in wolf form and turn her into a full-fledged werewolf.
Kingsley and Arthur stopped at the cellar door, turning back to her first before entering.
“You alright? Still want to do this?” Arthur asked her gently.
“Yeah, I’m good” Mia said, nodding to the men with a slight smile.
Stepping down the cellar stairs, her stomach flip flopped. The feeling of the cold cement on the bottom of her bare feet was less comforting than the soft grass she had just traveled over. The cellar had a slight musty smell about it, and was dimly lit with a few oil lamps. Canned goods were stacked on one side of the cellar whilst Remus stood in a shadowed corner on the other side of the underground room— shackled in a set of chains that connected to the wall, only allowing him a small circumference of area he could move within the underground room. Anger flooded through her; how dare they shackle him— shackle him like some kind of monster. If she had her wand, she probably would’ve sent a slug-vomiting hex at both of them for this. She turned to Kingsley, her eyes shooting daggers.
“Why is he shackled?!” she hissed angrily.
“It was his idea— It buys us an extra few seconds if he starts to turn” Kingsley said, his low voice calm and collected. “We don’t stand a chance against a full-fledged werewolf if you two aren’t quick enough”
She felt her heart flutter; what they were doing was extremely dangerous this close to moonrise, and she was wasting time by being angry at the arrangements made. She nodded stiffly then turned her head back to Remus, who was eyeing her up and down with a peculiar expression.
“You’re afraid— I can smell it” he said quietly “you’re afraid of me”
“No, I’m not afraid of you,” she said, her voice wavering. “I asked for this— I’m just afraid it will hurt”.
Arthur and Kingsley stepped behind her and drew their wands.
“It will hurt. A lot.” Remus said cooly “You can still turn around and go— you know I don’t want to do this.”
His eyes flickered at her; his odd expression gave Mia a flood of both anxiety and excitement. She could turn back, but this was the only sure thing to keep Fenrir Greyback away from her. She sighed heavily as she looked into his eyes; she loved this man, she trusted this man— with her life. She could do this; she needed him to do this. She untied her robe and slipped it off slowly, handing it to Kingsley. Remus looked her naked body up and down; gritting is teeth as his eyes devoured the sight before him.
“Um, can you guys turn around?” she asked Kingsley and Arthur awkwardly.
The men nodded, looking uncomfortable, and turned around. Their wands were still drawn and ready to use at a moment’s notice. Mia took a deep breath as she walked over to him and put her hands on his chest, trying to keep them from shaking. They locked eyes as she ran her hands along the giant slashes on his chest to the bite scar on his shoulder.
“If I do this, you will be mine— and only mine” he breathed heavily as he looked at her, like a salivating dog waiting for a steak “forever.”
“I already am” she whispered “I’m yours— forever and always”
He grabbed her and pinned her against the wall, his lips crashing against hers with near bruising force. Arousal and excitement flushed through her as his hands roamed her body, moaning softly against his lips as his hands kneaded her breasts. She closed her eyes to block out Arthur and Kingsley just a few paces away, letting herself get lost in the moment. This was between her and Remus, an intimate moment that she wanted to enjoy as long as she could. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around him as he laid her on her on the cool, dusty floor. This close to moonrise and with no wolfsbane in his system, he handled her rougher than he ever had before. She gasped as he pushed in firmly, gripping his shoulder blades tightly as he built up speed, taking her harder and harder with every stroke. She relished in pleasure; she always liked it when he was rough with her, and today was no exception. She was so aroused by his primal instincts and lack of restraint that she begged him for more and more, forgetting they were not alone in the cellar.
She was burning so intensely with the need for release that when it finally came, she cried out loudly as she dug her fingernails into his back. Her whole body shuddered in pleasure as she shattered into a million pieces, a feeling of complete and utter bliss. She barely got to take a breath before he grabbed her hair, turning her neck and sinking his teeth in right into the crook. She screamed; the sensation of fire searing from every tooth mark.
“Back away from her, Remus!”
Arthur’s voice sounded like he was farther away than he was, her hearing muffled by her own heartbeat. She felt dizzy, she couldn’t stand, the whole world was around her was spinning. Her body felt weak and limp, an uncomfortable heat flooded through her from the bite. She felt her robe be thrown over her, and strong arms lift her off the cool floor. Through the muffled sounds, she could make out a horrible snarling and cracking noise as Kingsley was dashing away with her in his arms. She could barely see anything; it was all flashes of color and blobs around her.
“Arthur, seal the door!”
Her vision swirled and blurred around her as they ran across the lawn and back into the house. “Get the powder!” she heard another voice shout as she felt Kingsley set her down on the living room couch. She felt the need to vomit, her heart was pounding and the wound seared with indescribable pain. She closed her eyes to try to help with the dizziness, but it just made it worse. Mia hissed in pain as she felt powder sizzle against the wound, sealing it closed. After a moment she felt relief— the wound no longer throbbing in time with her heartbeat.
“Mia, honey, drink this” said Susan’s voice as she felt the rim of a potion vial touch her lips. She didn’t argue and downed the vial, closing her eyes and falling asleep.
The sight of Gryffindor Quidditch banners and posters of dragons came into focus as Mia opened her eyes the next morning. She looked around, realizing she was in Charlie’s bedroom. Tonks was asleep in the armchair in the corner, curled up comfortably and snoring softly. Mia felt nauseas, feverish, and confused as to who dressed her into the pajamas she was wearing. Her skin was clammy and damp; her hair was falling out of its ponytail and sticking to her shoulders, neck and back. She was incredibly thirsty, her mouth dry as if she had swished with acetone. She put her feet on the floor and went to stand up, but collapsed under her weight, waking Tonks.
“What the—shit Mia, you ok?”
“Yeah” Mia groaned
She struggled to stand, needing Tonks to help pull her up and get her back in bed. She felt light-headed as she lay back down, painfully aware of her pounding headache.
“You need to rest, you went through a lot last night” Tonks said “let me grab you some breakfast.”
“Where’s Remus?”
“He’s in the cellar.” Tonks replied “now lay back, I’ll get you some food”
“I need to see him” she said, moving to stand again.
“No no no, stay” Tonks said forcefully, holding her hand up as if to scold a dog “you aren’t strong enough to stand yet”
“Tonks, I need to see him”
Tonks sighed heavily “stay here, let me bring you some food, and I’ll see about getting you to him?”
Mia rolled her eyes and nodded, sitting back in a huff. Tonks hustled off quickly, Mia listening to her footsteps as she retreated down the hall. She looked at herself in the mirror that sat on top of the dresser in front of her. She looked like hell; her skin was paler than normal with a twinge of sickly green and pronounced dark shadows encircled her glassy, bloodshot eyes. The bite mark was larger than she expected, and had scabbed over, the scabs the color of ash from the powder applied last night. She smiled slightly, feeling a surge of affection for Remus. She was so happy he had agreed to do this, it made her feel safe. She wouldn’t have to worry about Fenrir Greyback anymore thanks to this. She wanted to curl up in his arms, to nuzzle her head into his chest and feel his secure embrace. She wanted to feel his hands snake into her hair as he held her to him. She was his. She brought her hand up to touch the scabbed wound— only to yank it away and hiss in pain. At least it wasn’t burning like it had last night.
Tonks returned a few minutes later with a tray of eggs, toast, water and coffee.
“Molly made scrambled eggs just for you” she said cheerily
She thrust the tray into Mia’s lap, and then sat on the edge of the bed. Mia set the tray aside, looking to Tonks intently.
“How is he? He had a full transformation last night…”
Tonks sighed as she picked at a loose thread on the quilt. “He’s in rough shape. It was a bad one— Molly and Susan are bandaging him up”
“I need to go down there!”
Mia made to stand once again, Tonks jumping up and blocking her.
“Whoa whoa whoa— you need to wait!” Tonks ordered.
“Tonks…”
“Eat your breakfast, I’ll see if one of the guys can help you get down to him— but only after you eat”
“Fine” Mia grumbled, taking a bite of her toast with contempt.
Tonks flashed a smile. “Excellent— I’ll be back”
Tonks kicked the dresser on her way out on accident, swearing loudly as the mirror attached rattled. Mia couldn’t help but laugh at her clumsiness, for an Auror she was much like a bull in a china closet.
Mia ate her tray, feeling surprisingly ravenous for how nauseas she was. She lay in bed next to the empty breakfast tray staring at the ceiling, beginning to get impatient. An hour went by since Tonks said she would come back, and she needed to see Remus. She felt a stronger urge to be close to him than typical, needing to feel his skin against hers as she loved him. A heat burned between her legs just thinking of it— was this a side effect of the mark? Her fever seemed to get worse; she had spent the last hour shifting from on top of the blankets to underneath them— one minute she’d be shivering, then the next she would be burning up.
Bile rose in her throat; Mia grabbed the Chudley Cannons wastebasket next to the bed and heaved into it a few times, the contents of her stomach emptying into the receptacle. She swore under her breath before vanishing the sick with a wave of her hand. She sat back against the headboard with the can between her knees, groaning as she pushed her fly away hairs off her damp forehead. She heard footsteps coming down the hall, stopping just outside the room. Tonks opened the door slowly and entered the room with Susan, who was carrying a tray of potions.
“It’s about time!” Mia growled irritably “You guys taking me down to the cellar?”
“No, Arthur and Kingsley are getting him up here” Susan said, setting her potion tray down on the dresser “He said you will get worse before you get better— we thought you’d be more comfortable up here.”
Mia set the wastebasket on the nightstand next to her, sitting up straighter. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror quickly, wishing she didn’t look quite so sick. She heard shuffling in the hallway, succeeded by Remus shuffling into the bedroom supported by Kingsley and Arthur. Mia gasped when she saw the state he was in; his right forearm wrapped in gauze from his wrist to his elbow. His skin looked as pale and sickly as Mia’s did and his under-eye shadows just as dark. She was certain she hadn’t seen him look this ill after a transformation in a long time— maybe ever. She opened her mouth to speak, but instead grabbed the wastebasket and heaved into it a couple times.
“Look what I did to you— look how sick you are” Remus said with a sad expression.
“I’m alright” Mia said weakly “How are you feeling?”
Mia vanished the sick with a wave of her hand again and set aside the can. Kingsley helped Remus lay on the bed next to her, groaning as he adjusted his weight.
“I’m alright” he said.
They both chuckled, knowing neither of them truly felt alright. He grasped his side and winced, Susan bustling over to him and lifting his shirt.
“Susan, I’m fine…” he protested, swatting her hand away.
“I’m just checking to make sure you aren’t bleeding again, calm down” she said as she inspected the bandage. “Looks alright— Penelope sent an owl; her and Eric are coming this afternoon”
Remus muttered something inaudible but undoubtedly sarcastic under his breath at the mention of Eric. Susan rattled around in her assortment of potions, plucking a couple vials from the tray and handing them to Remus.
“Sleeping draught and a pain potion— you need to sleep off the worst part of this” she ordered
“No,” he grumbled “I don’t want to sleep while she is sick”
“It’s a small one, only about 4 hours, take it—” she said “Molly’s orders”
“It’s alright” Mia said gently, giving him a small smile “I’ll be here when you wake; you need the rest”
He sighed heavily before downing his vials, drifting off to sleep about a minute later. Mia shifted to lay closer to him, but was interrupted by the urge to vomit, sitting up sharply and making use of the wastebasket again. Susan felt her forehead and cheeks, frowning.
“I’m going to have Penelope bring a thermometer.” She said “Lay back sweetie, I’ll get you some cool washcloths”

Penelope and Eric arrived mid-afternoon; bringing bags of chips and candy that Mia wanted nothing to do with. She had proceeded to start vomiting every few minutes, making good use of the wastebasket. Her fever seemed to be climbing, her skin sticky and damp as her head felt like it was on fire, but her body shivering profusely. Remus had woken from his nap, now sitting up against the headboard, still weak and sickly from the transformation.
“I brought the thermometer” Penelope said, digging into her purse “Open up— put this under your tongue”
Mia lifted her tongue as Penelope inserted the glass thermometer in her mouth, holding it for her as they waited for it to read her temperature.
“My dad got the flu over Christmas when I was 6—“ Eric said “You look as bad as he did.”
Mia chuckled awkwardly with the glass tube under her tongue, unable to respond. After a minute, Penelope yanked it out, rolling it between her fingers as she read her temperature.
“103” she said “let’s hope it doesn’t go any higher— here, drink some water”
“Anything that goes in comes back up” Mia said, shaking her head.
“You need to stay hydrated— drink it”
A few minutes after Mia consumed her glass of water, she heaved it into the wastebasket. They had tried to all play cards to keep her distracted, but after another hour she wasn’t able to focus she was getting so much sicker. The bedroom had become a full house; Arthur was discussing car engines with Eric as Kingsley and Tonks were in a poker game with Remus. Penelope rotated washcloths on Mia’s forehead, chest and neck while Susan and Molly were downstairs cooking dinner for everyone.
“I can’t believe your still puking” Kingsley said, shaking his head
“I look worse than I feel” Mia said sarcastically between heaves.
“Really?” Penelope asked, not picking up on her sarcasm.
“No, I was bit by a fucking werewolf last night— I feel like shit”
She received a few awkward chuckles from people around the room, and a guilty frown from Remus as he intertwined his fingers with hers
“How long has she been vomiting for?” Arthur asked Penelope quietly
“A few hours— she can’t keep anything down” Penelope said “Her temperature was 103 about 2 hours ago, I should check it again”
Penelope grabbed the glass thermometer off the dresser, instructing Mia to place it under her tongue again. Arthur looked at the device with immense curiosity.
“Muggles use these things often?” He looked over Penelope’s shoulder “How does it work, exactly?”
Penelope explained the uses and functions of the thermometer to Arthur as his eyes lit up with interest. Kingsley began muttering jokes to Remus and Tonks about Arthur’s obsession with muggle contraptions.
“See, and now we can read her temp— shit!” Penelope shook her head “105, her temperature is climbing— Remus, when is her fever supposed to break?”
“It should start going back down around now, but since Mia is human, her reaction to the mark might be more severe than a werewolf’s would,” He said heavily “I was worried she’d react badly to this…”
“Can I have another washcloth?” Mia interrupted, outstretching her hand.
Penelope obliged, plucking a fresh washcloth from a bucket of ice and wringing it out a few times. Mia laid the cloth over her chest, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
“I’ll get Molly to brew some willow bark tea— it works great for fevers” Arthur said, making his way out of the bedroom.

Molly and Susan made their way upstairs a half hour later with a piping pot of tea and sandwiches for everyone. A few idle conversations were going on in various parts of the room as Mia sipped on her tea. The willow bark tea came right back up into the wastebasket, and by the time everyone had finished their sandwiches, her fever climbed up to 106 degrees. Susan placed another cold cloth on Mia’s forehead, looking worried
“Remus she is getting worse, what should we do?”
“The fever should’ve broken by now, I’m not sure why it hasn’t” he said, his brow furrowing.
“Ask Miranda to bring me home some ice cream” Mia mumbled “Chocolate, please”
Everyone exchanged glances as the room fell silent. Penelope put a hand on Mia’s shoulder, shaking her gently.
“Mia, what are you talking about?” she asked, furrowing her brow at Mia then to Remus.
“Daaaaaad!” she whined “I won’t spoil dinner, I promise!”
“She’s delirious— get her into a cold shower, now!” Remus ordered “someone, please, I can’t—“”
“I got her—” Eric scooped her up off the bed, her arms and legs dangling limply like a rag doll “Bathroom?”
“Down the hall, on the right” Molly said, pointing.
Eric dashed down the hall, bustling into the small bathroom and turning the shower on cold. He stepped into the shower with Mia, the cold water hitting both of them like a ton of bricks. Mia shrieked as the water hit her, near convulsing in Eric’s arms.
“IT’S COLD!” she screamed
“I know, I know— just relax” he said soothingly, sitting down on the shower floor “this fever needs to break”
Their clothes were soaking wet as the shower pounded ice cold water over both of them. Penelope emerged into the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet.
“Thank you” Penelope said with a small, grateful smile “Thank for doing this”
“Yeah, of course” he said through chattering teeth “Hey, Mia, how you feeling? Better yet?”
“I feel cold” she grumbled
“Good, cold is good” Eric said, flashing a pearly while smile at Penelope. “Just a few more minutes, alright?”

The cold shower worked like a charm; Mia’s fever started going down, and her vomiting had ceased. She was able to eat a few crackers without heaving them into the wastebasket. The sun had now set, a just past full moon rising over the grounds of the Burrow that shined into Charlie’s bedroom. Penelope grinned at the thermometer as Arthur peered over her shoulder curiously.
“99.1— just about normal” she said happily.
“So fascinating…” Arthur whispered “Penelope, may I see that…?”
Penelope handed Arthur the glass tube, chuckling as she watched him study it like it was an ancient artifact.
“Sweetheart, how are you feeling?” Susan asked
“I’m feeling much better” Mia said, “not 100%, but better”
“Good— how about trying to eat something heavier? A sandwich?”
“Sure”
Susan exited the room, her footsteps thunking softly down the stairs. Kingsley, Tonks, Eric and Penelope all bid their goodbyes for the night, for it was getting late. Arthur chased Eric down the stairs, asking him a ‘quick question’ about carburetors and their function for vehicles. The room was oddly quiet without the many idle conversations that went on throughout the day; Mia almost missed the chatter, but was thankful to finally get a moment alone with Remus for the first time since last night. She looked him up and down, a heat burning between her legs as she imagined herself sliding up and down him. She almost smacked herself— how could she be this in the mood when she just stopped vomiting her guts out?
“You had me worried for a moment today” he said “I didn’t realize how much sicker you would be than a werewolf”
“Hey, you did try to warn me somewhat” she chuckled “I don’t think I’ve ever felt that bad”
“Your fever alone could’ve killed you, I am so sorry…”
“Do not apologize” Mia said firmly “do not apologize for doing this because I am so so thankful that you did.”
Remus looked at her with a sad smile, his hand coming up to cup her cheek gently.
“Do you know just how much I love you?”
“Yes” she giggled
“No,” he said with a soft chuckle, his thumb stroking her bottom lip “I’m not sure you do”
She rolled her eyes at him as she shifted to look at him better. She felt almost as if there was an invisible tether between them, drawing her closer to him.
“So… when do we know if it took?”
“It took.” He said simply.
“How do we know?”
“Because I can smell it— trust me, it took. Quite well, I might add”
Mia sniffed herself awkwardly, feeling a little self-conscious. Did she smell good to him? Could humans smell the change as well?
“Any other side effects of this mark I should be aware of?”
“Well, some symptoms of lycanthropy like we talked about; grumpiness close to the full moon, a liking for rarer steaks…”
“No— no rare steaks for me, not happening” she grimaced
“mhmm” he hummed with a small smirk “It’s not for sure what you will experience, we’ll have to wait and see. Oh, and you might be a touch insatiable for the first month…”
“That explains it—“she laughed “I thought I was the only person who could be this in the mood after nearly dying of a fever”
“I thought I smelled that too” An eager grin spread across his face as his fingertips traced the waistline of her shorts “you know, I could help…” he said slyly
Her heart leapt; she wanted him so bad, she needed him. “Please do” she breathed.
She threw her head back as his and slipped into her underwear, wondering if she could possibly love him anymore than she did right now.
Remus opened and closed the engagement ring box a few times as he was preparing to leave for the Weasleys. They had their final meeting today before they moved Harry in a couple days, which Molly helped him plan— what he hoped— would be the perfect marriage proposal. His plan of getting Mia to have to work that evening was going to work perfect; she would apparate straight to the Burrow since she would be ‘late’, and Molly would get the ball rolling for him. He knew she was going to say yes, but he didn’t want it to be any less perfect— no, she deserved perfection.
He looked at himself in the mirror adjusting his hair that, to his dismay, looked like a few more gray hairs had appeared since the last time he studied himself this hard. He looked at his watch, hastily stuffed the ring box in his pants pocket, and hustled out of the bedroom.
“Good luck, you look great!” Penelope called from the couch.
“Thanks- everything set here?”
“Yes, don’t worry, now go! Don’t come back without her and that ring on her finger!”
He apparated to the Burrow and was swarmed by Molly and Susan fixing his disheveled hair and collar.
“Remus, everything is set, all you have to do is wait!” Molly said cheerily. “Are you ok if the Order watches? Everyone wants to be a part of it.”
He looked to see everyone standing in the kitchen, all grinning at him. Even Moody looked to have a hint of a smile, which Remus couldn’t remember ever seeing Moody look happy.
“That’s fine with me” he smiled, nodding to everyone.
“Ok, you lot, go out into the garden but hide yourselves! Don’t let her see you when she arrives!” Molly barked. “You too, Susan”
Susan nodded, and then turned to Remus kissed his cheek. “Good luck— not that you need it”
“Go, go, she should be here any minute!!” Molly ushered her out. “Remus, I have the letters set, I’ll greet her— go into the garden and stand where the candles form a circle.”
“Molly— thank you, for all of this…”
“yes, yes— now go! Hurry!”

Mia’s feet hit the ground at the Burrow, and hustled quickly to the front door. She knocked loudly, bouncing on her heels and checking her watch anxiously. She was a half hour late for the scheduled meeting time, and was expecting a lecture from Moody on punctuality and constant vigilance.
Molly opened the door, ushering her into a surprisingly quiet and empty house. She looked at the Weasley matriarch puzzled.
“Where is everyone?” she asked slowly
“Alastor pushed the meeting back since you were going to be late. They’ll be here soon.”
Molly put an arm around her and leading her into the dining room. Mia craned her neck to look around, her eyes roaming the entire house looking for at least one other person.
“I’m surprised Remus didn’t send me a patronus … Even Arthur isn’t here?”.
“He ran an errand for me, he’ll be back”
She motioned for her to sit in front of a large silver envelope placed at the head of the table. The envelope had her name scrawled across it in shimmering purple ink, and was heavy when she picked it up. She gave Molly another puzzled look, her brows knitting together.
“Open it, Mia” she said, smiling.
She obliged, opening the envelope slowly. A small skeleton key fell out, clanking softly on the table. She reached for it, but Molly stopped her.
“Read the letter first”
Mia looked at her skeptically, then unfolded the parchment and began to read.
The first moment I laid eyes on you I was immediately drawn to you. I paced in my office, wondering who the beautiful girl from the train was, but tried to remind myself that I couldn’t get hung up on the pretty face of a student. 7^thyear’s class was my favorite to teach; I would get butterflies at thinking of the beautiful Ravenclaw that I would get to be in the same room with for an hour.
Seeing your name on my detention’s roster gave me so much excitement, but I told myself it was just detention, that I couldn’t continue to get caught up in the beautiful girl whose smile made me weak at the knees. I was your teacher, after all.
I should’ve been more ashamed of what happened that first night in the classroom, but I wasn’t. I knew we were screwed if we were caught, but part of me didn’t care. I was drawn to you like a magnet, as much as I told you we couldn’t continue I didn’t want it to stop. I fell in love with your laugh, your smile, your sense of humor. You made me feel feelings I couldn’t’ve, at the time, put into words. I am forever grateful for that year I spent at Hogwarts, because it led me to you.
Pick up the skeleton key, it’s a portkey.
Mia looked up at Molly, her expression radiating with happiness. “Pick up the key, dear”
Mia swallowed, feeling slightly confused. She grabbed the key, and felt herself beginning to spin. After a moment, she felt her feet hit the ground, and she was outside Remus’s cottage, another silver envelope taped to one of the support beams of the sloping porch. She looked around for him, but he was nowhere to be found. The lake was calm and smooth as glass, the half-moon just barely raised in the sky as the horizon glowed the faintest hint of red, the final few minutes of daylight close to expiration. She reached for the envelope and tore it open, another skeleton key falling out, making a light thunk as it hit the ground. She pulled out another letter, scrawled in the same shimmering purple ink.
This is the place where you saved me from myself. I thought I couldn’t have you, couldn’t have what we have now. I thought I would hold you back, so I let you go. I spent months in this ramshackle little cottage, living inside a bottle of scotch until the day you and Penelope busted down my door, changing my life for the better. You coming back into my life showed me just how much I needed you; you were the light in the darkness of my mind, the calm in my storm. Many nights throughout my life, I wished I were dead rather than be what I am, but being with you, death is not a friend that I welcome. You have given me something and someone to live for.
Mia felt a tear slide down her cheek as she grabbed ahold of the second skeleton key, feeling her feet lift off the ground. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt herself flying through the air again, curious as to where she would end up next. When her feet hit the ground, she was surprised to open her eyes to the living room of her flat, Penelope holding another silver envelope.
“Penny—” she asked
“Open the envelope” Penelope said, smiling warmly.
“What is all this?”
“Just shut up and take the envelope”
She grabbed the envelope from her and tore it open, not surprised to hear the clank of another skeleton key on the floor.
This is the place where we grew the most. We went through some of the happiest times, and some of the darkest times inside the walls of this flat. I watched you grow into the amazing woman you are today, and I watched you suffer some of the greatest loses of your life. I stood with you as your life’s storm consumed you, waiting for the weather to break and you to find yourself again. Even when we were apart, I was always with you, waiting in the shadows for the moment that you needed me. I fell deeper in love with you inside these walls than I ever thought possible. I love you, Amelia Roswell. I love you more today than I did yesterday, but less than I will tomorrow. I will love you forever, I will love you always.
Mia began to cry large, fat happy tears as she read the third letter. She looked up at Penelope, who had tears of her own glistening in the corners of her eyes.
“Take the portkey” she whispered, smiling.
Mia sniffed and wiped her tears, folding the letter and stuffing it in her pocket with the other two. She grabbed the key, her feet lifting off the floor once more.
She opened her eyes to a scene of gorgeous summer flowers that she recognized as the Burrow’s garden. There were candles lit, forming a pathway around the corner from where she landed. She looked around for another envelope, unable to find one. She walked forward, following the lighted path around the corner to find Remus standing in the middle of a circle, outlined with gorgeous rose bushes and more candles, illuminating the scene with a romantic glow. Remus stood there with his hands in his pockets, dressed in his best suit, his smile spreading wide as he saw her come into view. Finally it clicked in her brain— she understood what this all was.
“Remus…” she said softly, tears flowing down her cheeks.
She walked up to him, her hands running up his chest, feeling the stiff material of his suit. He cupped her face with his hands and pressed his forehead against hers, taking a breath before speaking.
“This is the place where I pledge my life to you, to make good on my promise to love you forever, and to love you always”
He settled himself down on one knee and pulling a small black velvet box out of his pocket. He opened the box to reveal a teardrop shaped diamond set on a thin, silver band. Mia’s hand came up to her mouth as a few more tears escaped.
“Amelia Evelyn Roswell, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
She let out a sob and nodded furiously “yes” she choked, tears streaming freely now as she smiled wide. “Yes yes yes a million times yes!”
He smiled ear to ear as he slid the ring on her finger. The members of the Order stepped into view from their hiding spots, clapping and cheering loudly. Mia threw her arms around him as he lifted her off the ground, kissing her firmly.
“Cheers to the happy couple!” Fred called
The twins lit off some of the joke shop’s fireworks, the sky illuminated with bursts of white, blue, purple and green.
“I love you I love you I love you” she whispered
She kissed him over and over, peppering his lips and cheeks with affection. Everyone embraced them, staring a giant group hug that made Mia feel the most loved that she had in her entire life. She continued to sob happy tears, feeling as if she was floating on cloud nine.
“Well, this is nice and all….” Moody gruffed, “but we really need to start the meeting”
Mia could’ve sworn she saw Moody wipe a tear from his one good eye as he tried furiously to conceal a smile. They all made their way back inside, her hand intertwined with Remus’s, her mind happy and heart full.
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