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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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Copying file after file, Mia’s boredom was reaching an all-time high— if that was even possible. The office was quiet, Delphinus always ate out for lunch on Fridays, and since Mia’s leg was still on the mend, she had packed her lunch for the day to avoid a strenuous walk along the streets of London. She had ate and copied at the same time, hoping maybe to be sent home early if all her work was done for the week. Most likely not, she figured, because with Umbridge stealing her in a couple weeks to work the Muggle Born Registration Commission trials, she was sure Delphinus would want her to get a head start on next week’s files.
She wished she would be allowed a wireless while she worked— that would make her days go by so much faster. She was copying and humming a Weird Sisters tune to try to entertain herself when she felt a hand gently grasp the nape of her neck, and a wand tip touch just underneath her chin.
“Don’t make a sound” the voice hissed in her ear
The voice belonged to Corban Yaxley, his grip tightening on her neck when he felt her body stiffen in surprise. A shiver went down her spine as he whispered harshly to her.
“I have a message from Dolohov” he said “He wanted you to see just how easy it would be to get to your mother. You Order of the Phoenix may think you all are safe, but we are stronger now, more powerful. The Dark Lord will prevail, and you all are getting what’s coming to you.”
“You can tell Dolohov to shove his threats right up his hairy—“
Yaxley laughed menacingly, cutting her off “I was told you had some nerve— that you needed to learn when to keep your mouth shut”
He moved his wand tip away from her chin, and poked her in the leg right where her injury was healing. She hissed in pain, his hand tightening again against the nape of her neck reminding her to be quiet.
“Funny…I hit a decoy Potter with a severing charm in the leg the night he was moved, the Potter who was riding with your mother— this must be my handiwork…”
He twisted his wand deeper into the wound; Mia bit her lip to keep from screaming out, the searing pain excruciating.
“Spell backfiring— what a weak story; just like the little lie about that fiancé of yours,” he sneered, leaning closer in to whisper in her ear “or did you indeed dump the werewolf for a real man?”
“Eat shit!” she growled angrily
“Such a shame, your beauty is wasted with a creature like that…” She flinched as Yaxley’s wand tip trailed upward, running over her hip and stopping at her waist “It’s just a matter of time before everyone knows you spread your legs for a half-breed”
“I’m not ashamed of him or his condition, you can tell the whole world— I don’t care”
“I won’t need to tell anyone, especially if you do such a poor job hiding this—“
He moved her collar over to expose her mark, Mia cringing that she had chosen the blouse she was wearing. She had questioned if it would expose the scar if she wasn’t diligent about making sure the shirt stayed in place.
“I’ll tell everyone you serve him, I’ll expose you” Mia threatened through gritted teeth
“No, you won’t” Yaxley said simply “you are going to pretend this little conversation didn’t happen. You are going to be sweet to me, a good little aide who minds her tongue and keeps her head down. You are going to work with Dolores on the Muggle-born Registration Commission without protest or sabotage— I will be assisting to ensure you behave.”
“And if I don’t?” she spat
“I’ll cart that precious beast of yours off to Azkaban, for performing a werewolf mating ritual on a human. The dementors can wither him away to skin and bone, until he begs for death. Then, I’ll turn both you and your mother over to Dolohov, and let him do what he does best.”
Mia let out a whimper of fear, that she cursed herself for showing weakness. The very thought of Remus rotting in prison or her mother subject to Dolohov’s sadistic torture made her sick.
“Now, are you going to behave?”
Mia took a deep breath, trying to steady her anger. She felt defeated, powerless in this moment. Corban Yaxley held all control in the palm of his hand.
“Yes” she whispered
“Yes Mr. Yaxley”
Mia gritted her teeth “Yes, Mr. Yaxley”
“Good girl— better get back to work, looks like your falling behind”
He released her and glided out of the room, leaving her standing over her files shaking.
“This timeline is messing up my entire plan!” Susan said with a huff, throwing her hands up in the air “How am I supposed to find a venue and a caterer on this short of notice?!”
Breaking the news to Susan about moving their wedding date up proved to me more of a headache than Mia realized. She was certain her mother had waited to plan this day since the moment she was born, and giving her a 2 week timeline was interfering severely.
“We could do it at my cottage, by the lake. Mia always loves spending time there” Remus offered
“I suppose that will do— we can bring in lights and chairs, I mean how many people are we going to be able to get here on such short notice?”
“Let’s just keep it small, Order members and close friends. See if Arthur will officiate, and we can see if Molly can help with the food. If it’s only around 40 people it shouldn’t be too difficult, right?” Remus said, turning to Mia. “Mia, what do you think?”
Mia was not paying attention. Her focus was elsewhere, her mind replaying her conversation with Yaxley over and over in her head, her mind’s eye developing vivid images of Remus in a dingy, dark cell, incarcerated because of something she begged him to do. It would be her fault if he went to Azkaban. She was the one who would sentence him to such a horrid fate.
“Earth to Mia— you with us?”
“Huh?” her mind was snapped back to reality as Remus shook her shoulder gently. She looked between him and Susan, her mother looking less than pleased that she wasn’t paying attention.
“Sweetheart, you were the one who wanted to move this wedding up and you’re not even paying attention?” Susan said, pursing her lips.
“I’m sorry” she said, shaking her head “I’m listening, continue”
“What’s wrong? Your head has been in the clouds since you got home” Remus asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
“I’m fine, it’s nothing”
Remus raised an eyebrow, looking at her intently. Mia felt uncomfortable under his intrusive stare— she threw her face into her hands and groaned.
“Alright alright— Yaxley came to see me at work today”
“What for?” Susan asked sharply.
“Turns out he’s the one that half hexed my leg off”
“How do you know this?”
“Because he told me!” Mia cried “He told me Dolohov was the one that sent you the devil’s snare— he wanted you to see just how easily he could kill you, if he wanted” she added, gesturing to Susan.
“Why did he tell you this— what is his reasoning in revealing himself to you?” Susan asked
“He wants me to ‘behave’ during the Muggle Born trials, he was threatening me to keep me in line, I guess”
“What did he threaten you with?” Remus asked
Mia’s heart dropped; she didn’t have any intentions of telling them what exactly Yaxley threatened to do, let alone tell Remus that it would be her fault if he got thrown in prison. She bit her lip “To fire me— and ensure I never work for the Ministry again” she lied quickly, not well.
Remus was unconvinced; he saw through her lie as well as Moody’s magical eye had seen through invisibility cloaks. He stared at her for a moment, studying her face as she tried so hard to keep straight. He leaned forward and narrowed his eyes at her, his expression hardening.
“No he didn’t— don’t lie to me” he said sternly “what did he threaten you with?”
Her ears burned hot at his blue eyes pierced into her, his stare too intense to hold. She looked away, rubbing the crook of her neck with her palm as she fought the stinging tears threatening to escape her eyes.
“He knows” she whispered, her voice wavering “my blouse didn’t cover it like I thought— he threatened to send you to Azkaban”
His posture stooped and his expression softened, then hardened again. “And he is Head of Magical Law Enforcement, which means he has all the power to do so.”
“You are going to do as he says” Susan ordered, wagging a finger at Mia “no funny business— you hear me? We must tread carefully in this current state of power”
Mia nodded, wiping her eyes. “All the more reason to move the wedding up” she muttered.
Susan nodded to her, then to Remus. “Alright, if you two want to do this in a couple weeks, then we have work to do.”
Mia stared at the ceiling as Remus felt around her healing thigh, checking the injury for tenderness. His thumbs pressed gently around the scar, asking her periodically how the injury felt. Penelope laid on their bed next to them, lying on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed, nose buried in her Ministry-issued Muggle-born questionnaire.
“I can’t even deal with these questions!!” she growled, throwing her face in her arms, muffling her speech. “I’m screwed. Completely, utterly screwed”
“Did you speak with your parents about any other relatives that might have been a witch or wizard?” Remus asked
“I did, there is no one that we know of— I don’t know what I am going to do”
Penelope pushed the papers off the bed with a huff, wiping a few tears from her cheeks roughly as the questionnaire settled in a messy pile on the floor.
“Just fill it out, they’ll schedule you a trial” Mia said calmly “I’m going to see what I can do to help you”
“Don’t get thrown in Azkaban because of me” Penelope sniffed “but at least we’d be able to share a cell when they throw me in there to rot!”
“Penelope, we are not going to let them take you to Azkaban” Remus said calmly “I think this gash just healing from the inside now— how about here?”
His thumbs moved to another section of Mia’s thigh, pressing gently.
“That feels ok” Mia replied
Penelope rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her elbow and picking at a loose thread of the comforter.
“I need a distraction— tell me about wedding stuff, what are you guys doing for your honeymoon?”
“Well, Delphinus can only give me three days for our honeymoon, so we are pretty limited” Mia said flatly
“We’ll take what we can get.” Remus said “We could just utilize the cottage, you always love it there”
“I do, but I’d like to do something different than just— fuck!”
Mia jumped, nearly kneeing Remus in the face as his thumb pressed against the center of the wound.
“Sorry— looks like it’s just a small part in the middle still healing. Should be good in a couple days.”
“Fuck Yaxley” she growled “this leg has been a pain— literally”
“I know” he kissed her leg just below the wound “I think I know of a place— it was an old safe house the Order used during the first war. It’s just a cabin in the woods, but it’s nice— and has a Jacuzzi”
“Ooh, sounds romantic” Penelope said with a wry smile “Quiet, secluded, relaxing…”
Mia smiled— secluded and relaxing was just what she needed.
“It sounds absolutely perfect.”
A few days later and Mia was off her cane, only a slight limp present in her gait. She paced in front of the leather couch in Helen’s office, doing some exercises to help try to strengthen her weakened limb as they talked.
“Remus and I moved the wedding up, my mum is pissed” Mia said with an eye roll “She had a big to-do planned, but I don’t want to wait.”
“How soon?” Helen asked
“Next week— we’re keeping it simple, I think that’s why she is horrified” Mia laughed “We have to go and get my gown and the bridesmaid dresses this week, but other than that I told her no frills.”
“And you are alright with something quick and simple?”
“Yeah, I don’t need fancy waiters in gold coats and $100 meals. It would be nice to have a large formal wedding, but I don’t need it.” She sat down on the couch, taking a deep breath “I am scared of where this war is going, and I want to be Remus Lupin’s wife at the time of my death, whether that is tomorrow or in 50 years.”
“Admitting the way you feel, excellent” Helen smirked, receiving an eye roll from Mia “How are you feeling at work, things seem… intimidating, at the Ministry.”
“They are— not only the Head of Magical Law Enforcement a creep, but just having to participate in trials of innocent people makes me sick.”
Mia began picking at her fingernails as Helen shifted uncomfortably at the mention of the Muggle Born registrar, but continued scribbling onto her clipboard without a hiccup.
“How are you going to handle yourself during these trials?” Helen asked “You said that this Yaxley fellow threatened you if you tried to sabotage anything, but I know you—“ she looked up at Mia and rose one brow “You like to cause trouble”
Mia laughed “I can’t just sit back and do nothing— Penelope is my best friend, and I will be damned if they cart her off to Azkaban. I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but I have to help her”
“At the risk of getting caught yourself?”
“I love her, I’d do anything for her” Mia said simply
Helen smiled, looking at the clock then setting her clipboard down.
“Well, Mia our time is up— I want to tell you how proud I am of how far you have come. You are doing so much better with opening up and coping; keep up the good work”
“You sound like this is the last time we are going to see each other” Mia rolled her eyes, chuckling playfully.
“I am graduating you from therapy early— today is your last session”
“What?” Mia said incredulously “But I’ve only been seeing you for 8 months, I don’t think I’m ready for this to be over yet— shit I never thought I’d say that”
Helen chuckled “I think you are, just keep up the good work” she said “I will not be here at St. Mungo’s after this week— however I would like for that to stay between us”
“Why? What happened?”
Helen frowned at her, beginning to pick her own fingernails “The Muggle-born registration happened”
“Are you Muggle-born?” Mia asked softly, her heart dropping.
“No” Helen said heavily “My husband is.”
“Oh— oh I’m sorry…” she said, her face twisting “Maybe I can do something to help…?”
“No, no, you don’t have to do that” she said dismissively “we are leaving the country before the questionnaires are due back”
“You’re going into hiding” Mia said, a statement not a question.
“Allen and I have a three year old son, Chester. We felt it was the best option”
“Let me help you” Mia insisted “The Order of the Phoenix can protect you”
“We already have arrangements,” Helen smiled weakly “but thank you.”
Mia felt an overwhelming surge of emotions flood through her; she wasn’t ready to give up her sessions with Helen, she had grown to enjoy and look forward to their weekly visits. She stood and stepped towards the blonde witch, pulling her out of her chair and embracing her into a tight hug.
“Thank you” Mia whispered as a lump formed in her throat “Thank you for everything you have done for me”
“Alright, so once we get these dresses we can take them straight to Madam Malkin’s, then—“
“MUM! I know the to-do list, can you please stop talking my ear off?”
“Well excuse me for keeping us on schedule— if you didn’t want to be this overwhelmed then you should’ve given me more than two weeks!”
Maybe she shouldn’t’ve agreed to go dress shopping on the same day as a full moon, for her patience was as thin as a piece of parchment, and she was ready to strangle Susan. Remus had warned her about increased grumpiness, but Mia didn’t fully believe him until today. Sure, her mother had been a touch annoying about wedding plans, especially when she gave her such a short timeline to work with, but hearing her rattle off the laundry list of to-dos was driving her close to madness. Penelope and Tonks served as a buffer between the two women, for Mia was certain that she would’ve cast a full body bind on her mother by now had they not attended the excursion to the bridal shop. They had chosen a muggle shop for their shopping, greeted by a petite saleswoman almost immediately upon arrival.
“Hi! How can we help you?”
“Mia Roswell, I made an appointment at 2:00 for me and my bridal party”
“Yes, have a seat over here; Janet will be with you in just moment!”
The saleswoman ushered to a waiting area of folding chairs to their left. The four of them sat down, Susan chattering Mia’s ear off about dress styles as she rolled her eyes over and over. After a few minutes, an older blonde woman with blunt bangs came trotting over to them, a smile on her face that flashed her crooked, but bright white teeth.
“Hello! You must be Mia?”
“Yes, and this is my mother, Susan, and my bridesmaids, Penelope and Tonks.” Mia said politely.
“Tonks?” the woman asked, scrunching her nose at Tonks and her bubblegum pink hair.
“It’s my surname” Tonks said flatly.
Janet nodded stiffly as she gave Tonks awkward smile “Ooh, well, what a lovely group! I am Janet; I will be your bridal consultant today. What type of gown are we looking for?”
Janet’s voice was high and bubbly, reminding Mia of a friendlier (or possibly over-caffinated) Dolores Umbridge. She tried not to roll her eyes and the overexcited woman before her, for most clients probably appreciated this enthusiasm. For Mia, the reminder of the toad-like woman only added to her looming irritation underneath the surface.
“I’m not sure; I haven’t tried anything on yet”
“No matter— and for the mother of the bride and the bridesmaids?”
“Burgundy, floor length for the girls” Susan cut in “Any fabric will do— except taffeta, absolutely no taffeta. For me, I was thinking a floor length black gown, something with some shimmer or embellishment to it?— but still elegant and age appropriate for the Mother of the Bride of course”
Janet smiled politely, looking to Mia.
“You heard her— she’s the boss” Mia said with a forced smile.
“Certainly; when is the big day?”
“Next week, Saturday”
“Next… week?” Janet asked incredulously, her eyes bugging slightly
“Yes, we’ll have to buy off the rack” Susan said “No matter though, I know an excellent seamstress that can rush alterations for us”
“Sure” Janet said with an uneasy smile, her eyes flickering to Mia’s stomach. Mia fought an eye roll, assuming that Janet was thinking this was a shotgun wedding. “Let’s go look at the racks and start picking some things out, bridesmaids first.”
Janet led the ladies to racks and racks of dresses. Susan and Penelope instantly began searching, flipping through dresses and making faces at the ones they didn’t like. Tonks went searching for any dress that was out of the ordinary. Susan made Penelope and Tonks try on about 15 dresses each, waving her hand and dismissing each one until she found suitable dresses for them. (“No Tonks, this one makes your butt look too large— Penelope, this one does nothing for your figure— next!”)
Once the girls had found their Susan-approved bridesmaid dresses, the group with Janet in tow made their way to the bridal gowns, Susan instantly pulling gown after gown (“oh yes, let’s see this one— ooh, maybe this one too”) Mia started looking on a different rack, slowly, feeling overwhelmed by all the choices.
“Mum, why don’t you look at dresses for you while we pick some of these?” Mia said, staring at the overwhelming amount of dresses her mother was pulling.
“No, no I’ll look after we find your gown— ooh, this would look wonderful on your frame!”
Mia looked to Penelope, eyes darting between her and Susan’s gown mountain, mouthing ‘HELP ME’. Penelope nodded, bustling over to Susan. “Susan? Maybe we should start with these first…”
Over at the dressing rooms, Janet instructed Mia to change into a dress slip and strapless bra before helping into a strapless satin a-line gown, having to clip the back some of the material as the waist was too large. Mia was thankful she had her change into the undergarments alone, fearing what the woman would’ve said about the scarred flesh on her legs. They stepped outside the dressing room and in front of the large mirror to show Penelope and Susan. Mia brushed her hair back, off her shoulders, and Janet gasped.
“Oh my dear, maybe we should look at something high necked to cover that scar!”
Mia’s hand flew up to the bite mark on the crook of her neck; in her fear of Janet seeing her legs she had forgotten all about her neck.
“Oh, no it’s okay. I was bit by a…dog” Mia said quickly. “Vicious attack really. But the scar doesn’t bother me”
“Oh you brave girl! Ok then, let me grab a veil to show you with this dress.”
Janet scurried around the corner, the four of them busted out laughing when she was out of earshot.
“Dog bite!” Susan said through a hearty laugh.
“What should I have said? My fiancé is a werewolf and bit me?” Mia snickered.
“Actually, that would’ve been hysterical” Tonks said.
Mia and Susan snorted at the same time and broke out into more fits of laughter.
“Her face was priceless” Penelope chuckled, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself.
Janet returned with the veil, and situated it at the crown of Mia’s head. “So… what do we think?” She fluffed the tulle headpiece and smiled broadly to her. Mia studied herself in the mirror, pursing her lips as she swayed slightly. This dress was a princess dress— dress that a fairy tale character would wear. Did her mother really pick this one? The flowers on the bodice were most certainly not her— it was frilly, girly, ick.
“Janet, I look like a cupcake” Mia said frankly.
All the ladies burst out in laughter. Janet winked, taking the veil off her head and ushering her back into the dressing room.
“Let’s try something else…”
A couple hours later, and all four ladies left the muggle bridal store with dresses in tow. Susan was rattling off the wedding schedule and details to Tonks (“naturally Reggie will be the ring bearer— we’ll see what Madam Malkin’s has for him when we take our gowns there”) as Penelope linked arms with Mia.
“Does it feel real yet?” she asked with a small smirk
“Sort of” Mia said, smiling back “I knew my mother would relish over this day, but I swear— if I hear any more about the wedding timeline I think I am going to full body bind her and stick her in a closet until this is all over”
The week was flying by as the rest of the details were finalized and put in place for the wedding. Mia had finished her work week with thankfully no hiccups, surprised to have Delphinus shake her hand and tell her congratulations before leaving the Ministry that Friday afternoon. Penelope, Eric, Susan, Remus and her took a portkey to the cabin Remus and Mia would be spending their honeymoon that Friday afternoon, assisting in making the cabin habitable after sitting dormant for the past few years. The cabin was nestled deep in a forest, tall mature trees surrounding and secluding the wooden structure from the outside world. The canopy of trees reminded Mia of the Forbidden Forest, remembering her nights practicing the Animagus transfiguration with Sirius under the light of the full moon.
The cabin was larger than expected. It was quite grand, the ceilings towering 20 feet high and walls of wood that reached the peak of the Cape Cod ceiling. One side of the cabin was floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the back porch and forest around them. The stone fireplace was larger than any other hearth she had seen— she imagined the entire Weasley family could fit into this fireplace at one time. Everything was covered in a layer of thick dust that disappeared as Penelope, Remus and Susan began waving their wands. Eric admired the forest around them through the wall of windows as Mia stepped out onto the back porch. The cabin was incredibly secluded, it felt safe being this far out from everything. The porch had the Jacuzzi tucked in the corner, Mia lifting the lid back to find it empty. She rustled around in the outdoor cabinets for water chemicals, finding a bottle of chlorine.
“Aguamente”
With a wave of her hand, the Jacuzzi filled with water instantly. She dumped some of the chlorine into the tub, flinching when she felt arms snake around her waist.
“Something tells me we’ll be using this during our stay?” Remus purred in her ear, kissing her bite.
A heat burned between her legs as she imagined herself straddling Remus in the corner of the Jacuzzi, steam rolling off the water as her cries were lost in the forest around them.
“I’m getting it ready for us now” she giggled “I’ll make sure to pack my swimsuit”
“No” Remus commanded softly, his fingertips tracing the waistband of her jeans as his lips rested against the curves of her ear, whispering huskily to her “no swimsuits allowed”
He could take her right here and now and she would be happy. He could bend her over this Jacuzzi and pound her into bliss and it would be wonderful. His fingertips trailing her waist were antagonizing— she felt his erection grow as it pressed against her body. She was about to suggest they find a quiet room in the cabin to sneak off to for a few minutes when Susan’s sharp voice cut through their moment like a knife.
“Remus!” They whirred about to see the witch poking her head out the back door, pursing her lips in irritation. “Come help me with these enchantments!” she barked
Remus sighed heavily as he released Mia. “I’m coming” he called apathetically.
Susan snapped her head back inside and slammed the backdoor shut.
“She’s driving me fucking insane” Mia grumbled, rolling her eyes
Remus chuckled awkwardly, kissing her forehead and wrapping an arm around her waist “One more day, we can put up with her for another 24 hours”
They slinked inside, Susan barking orders at Remus about the enchantments she wanted put up around the cabin as Mia began to explore. The kitchen was huge; she wondered how many people had originally lived here before it had become a safe house. Remus had told her on the way over that it slept 16 people, and it housed three families shortly before James and Lily were killed.
Mia made her way upstairs, 4 bedrooms were present all with their doors shut. She went into the first room on the left, realizing it was the master once stepping inside. The room had a huge king sized bed, the quilt coated in a layer of dust. She waved her hands over the bed, expelling the dust to reveal a now clean patchwork quilt. It was a charming blanket, reminding her of the patchwork quilt on Charlie’s bed at the Burrow. She wondered to herself if Molly had indeed sewed this very blanket for the previous tenants. There was a wall of built in bookshelves that reminded her of Susan’s living room, a large window with a built in bench situated in the middle. Soft sheer white curtains hung from the window, balancing the natural light peacefully. The room also had its own fireplace that was open on each side to the bedroom and the bathroom. The bathroom was large as well; a huge soaking tub was nestled right up against the fireplace, across from a double sink vanity and a decent sized shower. She pictured her and Remus soaking in the large tub with glasses of champagne, a cozy fire roaring beside them— this cabin seemed like it was going to be the most perfect place to spend their first few nights as husband and wife.
The second bedroom was considerably smaller, but not tiny by any means. It did not have its own bathroom, as it was only a guest room but had a king sized bed coated in dust as well. With a few waves of her hand, the dust dispelled. Blue gingham curtains hung over the window, the bottoms of the panels appearing to have been moth eaten at the hem. A black leather trunk sat at the foot of the bed, the case twice the size of her trunk she took to Hogwarts.
“Alohamora” she said with a wave of her hand.
The trunk did not budge; she wasn’t sure if it were locked with a stronger charm than Colloportus, or if she wasn’t concentrating hard enough.
“Cistem Aperio”
Once again, nothing. She tried another couple times, before grumbling frustrated swear words under her breath. She pulled her wand out, pointing it directly at the lock.
“Cistem Aperio!”
The trunk blasted open with a burst of white light, revealing a few stacks of blankets, clothes and shoes. Tucked behind the abandon items was a black leather binder, about a quarter inch thick. As she flipped through a couple pages, she realized that this was indeed a photo album. Most of the photos were of people and families she didn’t recognize, but half way through the album she came across a photo of people she did recognize. The group stood in front of a Christmas tree, all smiling and shifting their weight as the photograph played its infinite loop. She recognized this as the first Order of the Phoenix, spotting her mother off to the side next to Dumbledore. Susan looked to be just a couple years older than Mia at the time this photo was taken, the family resemblance uncanny. She spotted Remus in the back of the photo, towering over some of the group’s shorter members. He looked so much younger; his hair was a touch shaggier in this photograph than he kept it normally, sans the distinguished streaks of gray. She smiled at how happy he looked, his toothy smile flashing over and over at her made her stomach flip flop pleasantly. In the front of the group, a pretty woman with long red hair stood next to a dark haired man with glasses, one whom resembled Harry to a tee. She recognized them as James and Lily Potter, having seen photographs of them before from Remus’s own photo album. Next to James stood Sirius, flashing a cocky grin as his weight shifted back and forth in the picture. He looked so handsome, so happy; a tear fell down Mia’s cheek as she brushed her thumb against his portrait. It killed her that she wasn’t going to have him by her side tomorrow; it seemed almost wrong to have such a monumental event without him present. Without her father present. Without Miranda present.
A drink. A drink would make her feel better— a drink to take the edge off of the now painful feelings rising to the surface. Alcohol is not a coping mechanism. She reminded herself you do not need a drink. She tucked the photo album back inside the trunk, shutting the lid gently. She wiped her face and shook off the emotions now flooding her mind. She looked around the room some more, seeing if there was anything else to explore, anything to distract her and get her out of her own head. Her eyes fell on the bedroom closet, curious as to what might be inside. Another photo album perhaps? Or some board games left over from the previous tenant’s children? She opened the door, fear striking in her very core as she gasped and jumped back. She found herself staring into the horrible, sinister face of Fenrir Greyback.
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