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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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Sex was the best right before a full moon— Mia loved how low Remus’s inhibitions were the day or so before his transformations. She relished in how he threw her around in bed like a rag doll, contorting her to his pleasure until they both finished in a mind-blowing climax. For years, he would try to stay away during this delicate time period, for fear his inhibitions would go out the window and he would sink his teeth into her and mark her for life. Now that she was indeed marked for life, both legs thrown over his shoulders, her knuckles white from gripping the iron headboard, and his teeth grazing her mark, collarbone and shoulder, she was certain sex near the full moon had gotten ten times better.
She panted heavily as she came down from her high, legs twitching with the aftermath of her climax. She was beginning to grow sore from their marathon sex session, but she wasn’t complaining— she would be completely happy to spend the rest of her days in this bed, allowing him to take her however and whenever he pleased.
“I need to teach you some of the sealing enchantments for the cellar” He murmured, trailing his tongue from her hipbone to her breast. A soft moan escaped her lips as he sucked on her nipple gently, flicking her sensitive skin with the tip of his tongue.
“You could just stay here in this room,” She offered “with your potion, you won’t hurt us”
He broke contact with her breast and rose, so that he was on his knees next to her. He frowned, shaking his head.
“I won’t gamble with them here,” He said, gesturing to the wall that their bedroom shared with theirs “I need to be in the cellar for the transformation.”
“Then let me stay with you— I became an Animagus for this reason.”
“No, you need to stay with them.”
“Penelope has a wand, and Eric has more guns than he knows what to do with— they will be fine for 12 hours.”
He seemed to chew on the words he wished to speak as the conversation paused. After a moment, he simply nodded and patted her thigh gently. “Roll over—”
She flipped onto her stomach, folding her arms under her head and resting her cheek in the crook of her elbow. He ran his hands over her lower back, circling her muscles with his thumbs. She grimaced as he found a tight muscle; he shifted his hands and concentrated on the sore spot, chuckling softly.
“I’ve put you through the ringer today,” he purred “But I just can’t seem to get enough of you…”
“I’m not complaining,” she laughed “not in the slightest.”
She allowed him to rub her for a few minutes, sighing in relief as his thumbs stripped parallel with her spine. His fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts as he worked up near her shoulder blades, sending a ping of desire to her core. He took his time, seeming to enjoy the act of massaging her as much as she enjoyed receiving— she would repay him with a back massage and a happy ending after this full moon cycle. His hands trailed back down to her hips, but rather than massage innocently like he had been, he gripped her hipbones and pulled her butt up into the air.
“You ready to go again?” he asked
The moment she agreed, he pushed into her firmly, his grip tightening on her hips as he pounded in and out of her. It was sex marathons like these that Mia was overly thankful for magic— namely, silencing charms— so their moans and cries would die inside the bedroom with them.
Their night in cellar was peaceful, most of it spent resting after Mia hearing the horrible sound of bones stretching and cartilage snapping as she watched her husband transform into the wolf he despised. She spent the night in her own wolf form, licking his fur and nuzzling into him as they curled up like a yin-yang.
At daybreak, Penelope had prepared a breakfast spread for the four of them, the scent of oats and pancakes hitting their noses as they hobbled in the front door. Mia helped Remus into the armchair and massaged his aching shoulders, as Penelope delivered him a tray with piping hot coffee, and a large bowl of oatmeal topped with raisins and walnuts. He ate as if he had never seen a proper meal in his entire life; woofing his bowl down in record time.
“Pancakes?” Mia asked
“Please—“he said “I’m starving”
She served him a few blueberry pancakes drizzled in syrup, which he ate just as quickly. Mia settled herself on the couch next to him, giggling as she sipped her coffee and watched him devour more and more food.
“Best kept werewolf in town” he teased, winking at her.
Over the next few weeks, life seemed to normalize for the four of them. It seemed as all had accepted that this ramshackle cottage could become their home for the foreseeable future, and had started divvying responsibilities of chores around the house and cooking meals. They spent afternoons dueling and kayaking on the lake, and evenings playing cards or learning how to shoot hand guns with Eric’s instruction. Remus had proven to have quite the aim, hitting his target spot on almost every time. Penelope, on the other hand, had terrible aim and couldn’t hit her target— not even once. (“I’m much better with a wand, I swear…”)
Four days before the polyjuice potion was due to finish, they were greeted by Lionel’s loud call as he flew in the front window and landed on his perch. Frankie hooted happily, rattling around in his cage in excitement that the tawny owl had returned from his trek.
“Lionel!” Mia cried “Welcome back, you got what we need?”
Lionel hooted, lifting a leg that a small pouch was tied to. Mia untied it, and handed both him and Frankie a biscuit treat.
“You need some water?” she asked the owl, then turned back behind her “Eric— bring him a small bowl of water, please”
Eric obliged, watching the owl curiously as he drank the entire bowl. Mia tore open the pouch; inside was a Ziploc bag containing a lock of Ashley’s blonde hair, her passport, and a small sticky note.
Lay off the shrooms, weirdo— whatever the hell you’re doing with my passport, don’t lose it. You owe me, by the way.
Smart bird, I’d like to know how you trained it.
Mia handed Eric the sticky note; he laughed as he read it, then rolled his eyes and shoved it into his pocket. “So, she sent everything she was supposed to?”
“Yes— we’re all set with the potion, it just needs to brew another 4 days.” Mia said “What’s our plan to get you two on a plane?”
“Well, we’ll get ‘Ashley’ and me tickets after we get to the airport…” Eric began “We’ll drive, and I’ll leave the keys in the jeep and call Kyle to come get it—“ he stopped and gestured to Mia and Remus “unless you guys want it…?
Remus shook his head “We’ll do better traveling by apparition.”
“How long does this polyjuice stuff last?” Eric asked
“About 12 hours,” Mia said “well, 10-12— depending on how well I brewed it.”
“I’m sure you did a fine job,” Remus said, kissing her forehead “you were always exceptional at potions.”
“That should be long enough for us to get tickets and get through security before I change back,” Penelope nodded, interlacing her fingers with Eric’s. “You guys can still come with us,” she added “I hate leaving you…”
“we have to stay,” Remus said with a sigh “We swore when we joined the Order of the Phoenix that we would do whatever it took to fight Voldemort and his supporters.”
Immediately after Remus finished speaking, Mia’s heart dropped. She and Remus’s identical thin gold bracelets had started to vibrate. They locked eyes, their brows furrowing as they held up their wrists to each other. Curses blasted through the windows, shattering the glass all around them. Mia started throwing up shield after shield, screaming “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!” She couldn’t see anything; it was pure chaos blasting around them.
“Mia!” Remus yelled over the commotion “Mia— HIDE!”
She ducked behind the couch, the edges of her vision starting to blur as her breathing increased. In this moment, she felt like that scared 4 year old girl, hiding behind the couch of her family’s living room. She closed her eyes, her mind transported back to the memory of Susan and Dolohov shooting curses at each other as Mia had curled herself into a ball and covered her ears.
“Eric, get back!” Penelope screamed. “Into the bedroom!
The front door burst open; Mia saw Remus fly backwards past the couch, landing on his back and skidding against the hardwood floor and knocking over a dining room chair. She let out a fearful squeak as the commotion died down, and heavy footsteps shook the weak, weathered floor.
“Well well well— look who broke the taboo...” A familiar raspy voice said “Excellent— you’re worth a lot of gold these days, Remus.”
There had to be more than one intruder, based on the amount of footsteps Mia could hear from her hiding spot. Remus groaned, sitting up and glancing ever so quickly at Mia behind the couch, paralyzed by fear and wide eyed. She knew the raspy voice all too well, and despite the scar that she now bared in the crook of her neck, she was still afraid.
“What taboo?” Remus demanded
“The Dark Lord’s name, of course. You Order of the Phoenix are the only ones brave enough to say his name.” Fenrir Greyback said smugly
Remus clutched his side, wincing in pain then letting out a labored sigh. Mia realized his error in speaking Voldemort’s name had given away their location, leading Fenrir straight to them. Fenrir’s footsteps sounded like they were getting closer, then coming into her view as he stood over Remus.
“Where is she?” he asked “Where’d you hide her?”
“She’s not here— it’s just me,” Remus said “I’m alone.”
“Liar—“ Fenrir pushed the toe of his boot into Remus’s side, laughing menacingly as he let out hiss in pain. Mia covered her mouth to muffle her rapid, panicked breathing. “I can smell her. I can’t believe you actually had the balls to mark her— come on out, princess! Come out come out wherever you are…”
Remus twitched his head ever so slightly, telling her to remain put. Fenrir noticed this— he shot ropes from the end of his wand that bound Remus tightly, and then began inspecting the area Remus’s attention had been focused on. She wished she had cast a disillusionment charm on herself, because the moment Fenrir laid eyes on her, the sinister grin that crept over his face made her stomach roll in fear.
“Boys, get her out from there!” he ordered “I can’t touch her.”
Two wizards emerged, one grasping her ankle and yanking her out from behind the couch as she began shouting expletives at them. The other one ripped her wand from her, tucking it into the waistband of his filthy trousers. Black ropes shot from Fenrir’s wand and bound Mia’s wrists and ankles, just like Remus.
“He should’ve turned you if he was going through the trouble to mark you,” Fenrir said, stepping as close to her as the mating curse would allow him. “You both could’ve joined my pack.”
“Eat shit!” she growled, “We would never join your pack.”
Fenrir smiled menacingly, and then flared his nostrils, looking around and sniffing “I smell others, where are your friends?”
“It’s just us!” Mia said, struggling against her binds.
“Liars, both of you” he laughed “You think I’m stupid?”
They began searching the cottage, Mia praying that Penelope had the sense to have apparated away with Eric. She didn’t. After a few minutes, Fenrir’s cronies were dragging them out of the bedroom bound at the wrist and ankles, throwing them onto the floor next to Mia and Remus.
“Well, looks like today is going to be a fabulous payday,” he rasped “1000 galleons for each of you— except blondie here, who might you be?” Eric opened his mouth to speak, but Penelope shook her head for him to be quiet. Fenrir laughed “You mute, boy?” he growled “what’s your name? Just wondering if you’re on my little list here…”
Mia’s heart was racing, struggling against the binds of her ropes as she wracked her brain for a plan. She looked at Remus, gritting his teeth and undoubtedly trying to think of the same thing. Their polyjuice had 4 days still until it was ready, and if Fenrir and his cronies took them to the Ministry, they would all be withering away inside a cell in Azkaban well before then.
You can release these ropes; you don’t need your wand.
Certainly getting out of the binds would be the easy part. It was dueling, namely shielding afterwards that was what made her nervous. Their practice sessions had been going extremely well, but she prayed she could produce the same quality protego charm under pressure as she had been in a controlled place. She had to at least try, it would be better than being a sitting duck.
“Alright boys, let’s take ‘em in!” Fenrir clapped his filthy hands together eagerly “Best payday yet…”
“Greyback!” Mia hissed
He spun on his heel and raised a brow at her, the corners of his mouth upturning in the slightest as he squared his body threateningly.
“What’re you hollering about, princess?”
Remus looked at her like she were insane, and Penelope bugged her eyes at her. Mia exhaled quickly, her eyes darting between them before speaking.
“You overlooked one tiny detail.”
“And what’s that?”
Mia smirked. “I don’t need a wand.”
She flexed her hands, and all four of their ropes fell off. Mia sprung to her feet and began shooting hexes wildly, knocking back the two cronies. Fenrir sent a stun at her, sending her flying up and back, skidding across the dining room table and flying into the wall, banging her head hard. She struggled to stay conscious, the sounds of fighting and visions of chaos fell silent, and went black.
Mia woke to her bedroom spinning, as if she had drank half a bottle of firewhisky. Her throat was extremely dry, her mouth felt like she had swished with acetone. She turned to see Penelope next to her, reading a book with a tattered cover, lying on her stomach with her ankles crossed in the air, and Remus in an armchair next to the bed.
“Hey” She rasped.
“Hey,” Penelope said as she set her book down “how are you feeling?”
“Fine,” she lied “How are you guys?”
“Remus had a couple broken ribs, but I repaired them” Penelope said, “I wasn’t hurt.”
Mia nodded then noticed that Eric was absent from the bedroom. “And Eric?”
“He got scratched by Greyback—“ Remus began “His arm is shredded up, but he was brilliant today— held his own with this ‘taekwondo’ he always raves about…”
“Ohmygod” Mia breathed, sitting up quickly, and then regretting doing so from the wave of nausea that hit her. “Where is he? Is he ok?”
“He’s in our bedroom— he’s alright, but a fever has set in” Penelope said with a frown “Remus wants me to stay away from him until he could figure out the extent of his injury, just in case of contamination”
Mia chewed on that thought, until her heart dropped, realizing they were still in the cottage despite their intruder’s hours before “Where is Greyback? His men…?”
“We have them in the cellar…” Remus said, running a hand through his hair “I chained them up; we can’t move the polyjuice, so we’re keeping them down there until the potion is finished”
“So the polyjuice is ok?” she said, relieved.
“I stirred it a few hours ago— it looks good”
“Excellent.” Mia said “Think Eric will be strong enough to go by the time it’s done?”
“Should be, “ Remus said “He was sleeping last I checked— speaking of sleep,” Remus reached over Penelope and handed Mia a couple small vials of potions. “Drink these, you need more sleep.”
She didn’t argue— anything to not experience the splitting headache she was experiencing. She downed the vial greedily, allowing herself to slip into a dreamless, restful slumber.
Birds chirping woke Mia the next morning, and for a moment, she forgot the events of the day before. Her heart sank when she remembered their prisoners chained up in the cellar of the cottage, and Eric’s injury that she had yet to see herself. She hopped out of bed, thankful to no longer have a splitting headache or to befeeling nauseas, and threw on a pair of jeans and a tank top. She walked out into the kitchen as she tied her long hair up into a ponytail, happy to see Eric up and about, his right arm bandaged from elbow to shoulder and hanging in a sling. His face lit up when he saw her, flashing her a pearly white smile.
“Hey! Glad to see you’re awake. How ya feeling?”
“You get scratched by a werewolf and you’re asking me how I feel?” she laughed “I’m fine— how are you…?”
“I’m alright, just earned some battle wounds.” Eric said casually “Penelope has been taking excellent care of me this morning.”
“I don’t think he is a contamination risk, but we may have another rare steak eater in our midst,” Remus called from the kitchen playfully
“Breakfast is ready!” Penelope announced, “French toast!”
Eric and Penelope made their plates eagerly as Mia poured herself a cup of coffee. She furrowed her brow at Remus when she noticed he wasn’t making his plate, but staring at the food contemplatively.
“What’s up?” she asked
“I was just thinking we should probably feed our guests,” he said flatly
“Let them starve!” Eric called from the table, mouthful of French toast. “The human body can survive weeks without food, anyway”
“As someone who knows what it feels like to starve, I can’t do that in good conscience to another person— no matter how vile they are.” Remus slapped together three sloppy peanut butter sandwiches, carelessly flopping them onto a few disposable plates. “I’ll go take these to them— I’ll be back.”

“Here, let me” Mia offered, outstretching her hand “You shouldn’t go down there with your wand, in case they pull something tricky.”

“I’ll leave it up here…”

“No, I don’t like you going down there without one.” She said firmly “I don’t need a wand, so I’ll go”
“Are you sure…?” Remus asked slowly “You don’t have to go down there, I know you don’t want to be around him…”
“He can’t touch me.” She said dismissively “I’ll be back in just a minute.”
She made her way outside and around the cottage to the cellar stairs, the plates of the poorly made sandwiches levitating behind her. She pitter-pattered down the stairs, her stomach flip-flopping as Fenrir and his two cronies turned their attention to her.
“Food!”
Mia waved her hand, and the sandwich plates settled onto the ground just in front of the three men. The two unfamiliar, dirty men dove for their plates, scarfing their sandwiches hungrily, but Fenrir didn’t even blink at the sight of food. He kept his eyes on Mia, observing her, his gaze stalking her. The coldness in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine. You hold all the power, Mia. He cannot touch you.
“Food.” She repeated.
She gestured to the plate in front of Fenrir, with no response. He continued to stare at her, as if he were sizing her up, deciding her worth.
“Eat it or don’t eat it— I really don’t give a shit”
She turned to retreat back up the stairs; however she stopped when she heard him finally speak.
“I’m surprised he actually did it” Fenrir rasped “Remus, I mean. Always took him as a coward— never thought he’d have the stones to actually mark you.”
“You thought you’d get to do it instead?” She stepped back towards him, brow furrowing and eyes narrowing “that I’d be your little pet she-wolf that you could dangle in front of him?”
“Well, I was hoping,” he flashed her a carnivorous grin, her stomach lurching “a tight little ass like yours—“ he whistled “bet you would’ve been worth all the trouble. I should’ve taken you that night in Knockturn Alley— sunk my teeth into you and made you mine.”
“You’re disgusting!” she spat.
Fenrir laughed menacingly, sending a chill down her spine. “Tell me, Mia— does he think of me when he runs his hands along those pretty scars I gave you?”
She gritted her teeth, her nostrils flaring as she glared at him in revulsion.
“Do you think of me?”
Mia’s hands instinctively brushed the front of her thighs— of course she thought of him. She was haunted by his terrible smile; the feeling of him slicing through her skin was still vivid in her mind. He probably would’ve loved to know that he was her boggart.
“Eat your sandwich.” she growled, turning away from him.
“I’ll take that as a yes” he said with a smug expression, leaning back against the cinderblock wall.
“What is it that you want me to say? That I think about you slicing me open every time I look at myself in the damn mirror?— or that I have nightmares about you forcing my pants off as you soaked my clothes in blood?”
“Oh, you dream of me too— I’m flattered”
“You are vile, you know that?” she spat, rounding on him “you are a disgrace, to humans and werewolves alike! You are a sick and twisted bastard that deserves to go six feet underground— it’s no wonder werewolves have a bad rap, because of wolves like you”
Fenrir sat up stiffly, his eyes flashing at her as he bared his pointed, fang-like teeth. “Careful what you say, Princess…” he warned.
“Eat shit, Greyback!— I hope someone puts you down like the animal that you are!”
“You know what, Mia, you might be safe from me with that little chunk taken out of your neck…” he growled, rising from his seated position “but Remus isn’t. Your mother isn’t. What about that curly haired girl upstairs— Penelope, was it?”
The two cronies in the cellar slunk back away from Fenrir, looking fearful as their eyes darted betwee him and Mia. Mia took a shuddering breath, “You wouldn’t dare” she said quietly.
“Oh, but I would.” He said with a menacing laugh “First, I’d string little miss Penelope up by her wrists and show her what I never got to show you. I wouldn’t mark her though— no, I’d share her with the rest of my pack, let them all get a feel for her,”
Mia’s chin quivered as she dug her nails into her palms, her anger rising.
“Then, your mother; what shall I do with her? Maybe Dolohov and I could come up with something together— he’s great with ideas” Fenrir smiled terribly “Wouldn’t you like to hear your dear mummy scream for mercy, just like dear old dad?”
“Fuck you!” she spat.
“Then Remus, oh Remus— what ever will I do with him…”
“I’ll kill you— I’ll kill you if you lay a hand on him!”
“No you won’t, your side doesn’t kill.” He said simply “bunch of pussies, if you ask me”
“Mia?” Remus’s voice came from the top of the stairs, his footsteps thundering as he came down into the cellar.
“Oh Remus, nice of you to join our conversation, we were just talking about you” Fenrir’s eyes flickered at Remus dangerously.
Remus grabbed Mia’s arm firmly, looking between Fenrir and her. “Why are you talking to him?” he snapped “upstairs, now!”
“We’ll chat later, princess” Fenrir purred smugly.
“No you won’t” Remus growled, rounding on him. “You stay away from her— don’t talk to her, don’t look at her— don’t even think about her”
“She’s the one who came down here;” Fenrir shrugged his shoulders “I just was being polite”
“You know that’s not what you were doing, Greyback— I know what game you play,” Remus noticed Mia still lingering on the stairs, now rounding on her “upstairs!”
He grabbed the base of her neck and pulled her up the cellar stairs. They retreated into the house in silence, she slunk down on the couch as Remus began to pace in front of her.
“What the hell were you doing down there talking to him?” he said angrily “what good could possibly come from that?”
“I just delivered their food,” she muttered “and then I got angry”
“Because he pushed you— what did you say to him?”
“Nothing” she said dismissively
“What did you say to him?” Remus said again, slowly.
“I told him he was a vile animal who deserved to be put down, basically” she said, picking at her fingernails “I lost my temper”
“You lost your temper.” He said flatly
“Yeah, then he threatened you, mum and Penelope”
“He will make good on that one day, you realize that?” Remus said quietly, his tone sharp and dangerous. “Do I need to remind you what happens when people lose their temper in front of Fenrir Greyback?”
“Remus—“
“Let me remind you!” he snapped, unbuttoning his shirt hastily “Because you seem to forget, My father lost his temper once in front of that savage, and this was the result!”
Remus was shouting now, pulling his button down off his shoulder to display his violent scar. Mia let out a few tears as she turned her eyes away from him.
“Look at me,” He snarled. She didn’t oblige. “LOOK AT ME!”
He grabbed her jaw and forced her to look at him. Mia slunk back into the couch; had his grip not been so tight on chin, it would be quivering.
“Once a month for thirty two years, I have paid for my father losing his temper. Who is going to pay for yours?”
Tears now streamed down her face “I’m sorry!” she squeaked.
“Oh, you’re sorry?” he scoffed “now you’re sorry, after the damage is done? My father was sorry. He cried himself sick he was so goddamn sorry!”
“Hey, man— lighten up!” Eric interjected.
“You,” Remus pointed a finger at him “are not a part of this conversation.”
“I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking!” Mia cried “I just got mad and it came out!”
“Tell that to Penelope when he has his way with her! Tell that to your mother when he feasts on her flesh for dinner!”
“Stop!” she sobbed, throwing her face in her hands
“You need to think before you speak!” he snapped “that mouth of yours continuously gets you in trouble,” He shook his head, muttering under his breath before speaking again. “Not only will he add you to his list of people to fuck over, but just because he can’t touch you doesn’t mean he can’t get Dolohov or another Death Eater to do it for him! You want someone else to tie you to a chair and slide their hands up your skirt?”
“SHUT UP!” she screamed, tears spilling all down her face “Shut up shut up shut up!”
“I can’t deal with this right now,” he gruffed, re-buttoning his shirt. “I thought you were smarter than this, I thought you knew better.”
He stormed off into the bedroom, slamming the door shut. The lock plinked, despite their ability to simply cast Alohomora to unlock the door, Remus still chose this primitive device to make a statement.
“Remus!” Mia sobbed, “Remus— please!”
Remus did not reemerge from the bedroom. Mia’s chest was tight, her body was wracking with sobs— she needed fresh air. She needed to get away from here. She sprung up from the couch, running to the front door and flinging it open.
“Mia? Mia, where are you going?!” Penelope called after her.
She didn’t answer, sprinting out the door and down the front steps. Once she was a few paces away from the cottage, she leapt into the air, transforming into the white wolf. She ran at top speed into the forest, her paws thundering on the earth below her as the wind rushed through her fur. She ran until her stamina taped out, then transformed back into herself and curled up knees to chest onto the forest floor, sobbing once more.
Mia returned to the cottage just before sundown, having leisurely walked back through the woods instead of sprinting like she had earlier that day. She stepped inside quietly and made her way back into the bedroom, where she found Remus sitting on the bed with both Penelope and Eric.
“Jesus, Mia!” Penelope snapped, flushing angrily “You had us worried sick!”
“Sorry…” she grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest protectively.
Eric remained silent, eyeing Penelope as she began lecturing. “What you did was irrespon—“
“Penelope!” Remus interjected, not unkindly “Eric— may I speak to my wife? Alone, please.”
His voice was deeper, raspier, as if he had cried himself dry like she did. Penelope let out a defeated huff, shooting a glance at Mia before exiting the room, Eric shuffling behind her. Once they were alone, Mia braced for Remus to scold her about leaving being reckless and irresponsible, but the lecture never came. He sighed, looking at her as if speaking physically pained him.
“I lost my temper.” He said softly.
“Yeah,” she scoffed. “You did.”
They paused, not meeting each other’s eyes.
“The whole time I was berating you for losing your temper, when that was exactly what I was doing,” he shook his head “I was a hypocrite.”
“You weren’t wrong,” she said quietly, picking at her fingernails “my mouth has always gotten me in trouble.”
Remus paused, seeming to contemplate what to say next. After a moment, “We’ll wipe his memory. I’ve been thinking about it all day— honestly whether you spoke with him or not it is the smart thing to do”
“Do we have to leave?” she asked “If we wipe their memory, maybe we could stay…”
“We may be able to, but honestly, I don’t want to take the risk. We need to leave after we finish the polyjuice potion— move somewhere more secure.”
Mia nodded, picking her nail so hard she re-opened a previous sore. She hated how complicated everything had become— being on the run, yet needing to stay close in case the Order needed something. She craved stability, ease, where their only worries would be what color to paint their living room or what to cook for dinner. She wondered if they could have that if they walked away, left the country and never looked back.
“Maybe we could go to America with Penny and Eric,” she said quietly “Get away from all this bullshit.”
Remus sighed, patting the bed for her to sit next to him. She obliged. “Is that what you want?”
She wasn’t expecting him to ask her that— she was expecting him to shut down the thought immediately. Yes, it’s what I want. Take me away from here, to where we can live happily. “We made a promise to fight this out, until the end…”
“Mia—“ Remus said, taking her hand “If you want to go to the states, then we will go to the states. I will do whatever it is you want to do.”
Mia had no tears left to cry, but a lump formed in her throat, choking her. Yes, Remus. Let’s go. Let’s go so we can grow old together peacefully. Despite her mind screaming yes, she shook her head. “We need to stay in the country, the Order needs us.” She said softly
“Alright” He nodded “You hungry? I can make you something.”
“Just tea, please”
He kissed her forehead and exited the room. Once he was gone, Mia threw a pillow across the room, letting out a frustrated groan. She wanted nothing more than to say yes. Why couldn’t she bring herself to have just simply said yes?
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