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Forever and Always	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6832 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Mia lay on the mattress on her stomach, ankles crossed and feet up in the air. Her long dark hair was neatly French braided into two pigtails secured at the ends with twine. Her face was much thinner than it had been the few months earlier, thanks to her meals rationed to a can of beans, corn or potatoes once a day. Her clothes hung off of her thin frame, her collarbones jutted out more like they had during the various ‘fasting from grief’ periods in her lifetime.
It was afternoons like these that she was glad she remembered to pack her photo album. In the mad rush to get out of the flat, she had almost forgotten it. She admired the album regularly, as reviewing pictures of happier times eased the loneliness she had grown to experience isolated in the woods. Despite their situation, Mia was at least thankful that she and Remus were together, and that she never grew tired of his company.
She flipped through the album pages, smiling at photographs of her and Remus by the lake at the cottage, photographs of her and Sirius making silly faces, and photographs of her and Penelope in the Ravenclaw dormitory at varying ages. She had finished the album with photographs of her, Remus, Penelope and Eric in their month at the cottage. All four of them would force big, happy smiles for the camera, but Mia could see (and remember) the anxiety and uncertainly behind their eyes in each photograph.
She reached over to her left, picking up a weathered postcard she had set off to the side. Greetings from Cincinnati, Ohio, the card read— the word Cincinnati stylized with large bubble letters depicting various buildings and landmarks that she assumed were located around the city. The card had no note— only addressed to Remus and Amelia Lupin— and was delivered by an unfamiliar barn owl. She had jumped up and down in excitement upon the receipt of the faded post card, knowing very well it was Penelope’s way of letting them know that she and Eric had gotten to their destination safely. She wanted to write back, tell Penelope how much they missed her and Eric already, but Remus advised against it. They had argued for hours over it, but in the end, she knew he was right. They had no idea if the Ministry was intercepting owls, and it was dangerous enough that Penelope had put their names on the postcard to begin with.
“Hey,” Remus stepped inside the bedroom “Will you cut my hair? It’s falling in my eyes”
Mia wasn’t the only one affected by their limited diet; Remus had grown thin— his face was gaunt and his clothes baggy. Four months of canned starches had done neither of them any favors
“Sure,” she replied “I’ll be out in a second.”
She folded up her photo album, tucking the postcard into one of pages and slipped it between the box spring and mattress of the bed. She stood, stretching for a moment until she caught eye of herself in the mirror. Her flannel hung on her like an oversized coat, and her jeans had at least an inch of give in the thighs and waist, compared to the skin tight fit they used to be. She sighed; she never did like herself this thin, it reminded her of darker times when she took food for granted, unable to eat she was too upset. Now, she’d give anything for the copious amounts of bacon and eggs Remus used to pile up and bribe her to eat.
“You made tea?” she asked as she emered from the bedroom “Mint?”
“Yeah, we’re out of earl grey,” Remus pulled one of the rickety dining chairs from around the table and set it down in the middle of the kitchen. He sat down, then pulled his shirt off and tossed it off to the side “Remember, not too short.”
“Yes, yes, I know how you like it,” Mia said dismissively “Who are you trying to impress with a sharp haircut, anyway?”
“Well, there is this pain in the ass woman that I share a tent with…”
Mia rolled her eyes and giggled as she began to snip his hair gingerly. She took her time to ensure it was even— despite their isolation, Remus was still incredibly picky about his hair.
“There— you want me to wash it for you?” she asked, brushing loose chunks of hair off his shoulders, back and chest “it’ll be just like a barber shop.”
“Please— it’ll save me time in the pond later”
One of the downfalls of camping through the winter was bathing. The pond was as cold as ice—they could bathe in as little as thirty seconds if they didn’t wash their hair, but to wash their hair (especially Mia) prolonged their cold water exposure significantly.
Mia directed Remus to lie on the bed in the bedroom, placing a bucket at the edge of the mattress. He plopped down onto the bed with his head hanging over the side and overtop of the bucket. Mia conjured water and suds from her palms, and massaged his scalp as she scrubbed all the loose hairs from his hair.
“That’s some good head you’re giving there…”
“Shut up!” she laughed, smacking his shoulder playfully with a sudsy hand. The bucket underneath his head caught the run off as she rinsed his hair. With a wave of her hand, his hair was dry and slicked neatly back and out of his eyes. He sat up and looked at her, flashing a boyish grin.
“I think you got a bit of soap on your shirt, you should just take it off…”
Mia laughed as he grabbed her hand and pulled her close. “You just want to get me naked.”
He slid her oversized flannel off over her head, and reached around to unhook her bra. “I like you best that way.”
He spun her around and tossed her onto the bed with ease. He was able to pull her jeans down without unbuttoning them, for they were much larger now than they had been 4 months ago. His hands slid up her stomach to her breasts that fit perfectly in his palms. He took a few moments to place gentle kisses along her shoulder, collarbone and hollow of her throat as he kneaded her breasts, she sighing as his thumbs brushed over her nipples.
“Do you want to play a game?” he whispered huskily in her ear.
“A game?” she giggled “how are we supposed to play strip poker if you already got me naked?”
“No, no, something different,” he said with a smirk “we 69— first one to finish loses, and has to do whatever the winner wants in bed for a week.”
“Whatever they want in bed?” she asked, raising a brow “Anything?”
“Well, as long as both parties are comfortable, of course,” he chuckled. “What do you say? Want to play?”
“You seem like you want to play this because you’re confident you’ll win…”
“I know I will win,” he said smugly “I have full confidence.”
“Alright, you’re on” she said “I plan on making you eat your words— I’m incredibly skilled at sucking cock, as you have informed me…”
She tugged roughly at his overly-tightened belt. Once his belt was undone; his pants nearly fell off him they had also grown so large. He plopped down on his back, and swung her leg over top of him, wiggling her hips up to his face. She gripped the base of his thick cock, ready to win his silly little game.
“Ready?” he asked, “on my count— one…two… three!”
She took him in her mouth as fast as she could, bobbing her head quickly as she swirled her tongue around his head.
Bob faster, you can win this… shit, this feels good— he’s so good at this… NO I will not lose, suck harder suck harder!... goddamnit he is REALLY good at this… stroke his balls, yeah he likes that… there, that’ll really get him going… fuck, this feels too good… swirl your tongue some more, you’ve got this, you can win… ohmygod ohmygod I’m so close, don’t come don’t come!... think about owl post, potions, bread, ANYTHING… fuck, no no no, goddamnit, FUCK!…
She broke contact with his cock and cried out as she came hard; her whole body went rigid as waves of pleasure rolled through her. He let out a smug, triumphant chuckle as he patted her butt cheek gently.
“Fuck you,” she said breathlessly. She rolled off of him and onto her back, still panting. “Were you even close?”
“Oh, so close,” he laughed “Once you started stroking my balls, I thought I was done for. Had you lasted a little bit longer, I probably would’ve lost.”
She sighed in defeat. “Alright, well, you win— what’ll you have me do?”
“What will I have you do?” the boyish grin returned to Remus’s face. “Well—first,” He sat up and positioned himself between her legs. “You—” He pushed his cock firmly into her, smirking as she gasped. “—are going to come for me again…”
Beans. She was really sick of beans. She unhappily, but hungrily, ate her can of beans doused in hot sauce, trying to pretend it was a taco bowl. Unfortunately, her imagination was unable to psyche herself out, and she continued to eat her can with contempt. She had her choice of corn or potatoes other than the beans, but she was just as tired of those.
“We need more food options,” she grumbled “I’m so sick of this; we’ve been eating the same three things for months.”
“We’re out of money, so even if we used to polyjuice to get to a store…”
“Yeah yeah yeah and I can’t make a bank withdrawal as someone else, I know” She said impatiently “We haven’t heard from the Order at all. We’ve literally been in isolation for months— not even a single owl or patronus, from any of them!”
Remus set his can down with the spoon inside, sighing heavily. “You are regretting not going to America, aren’t you?”
Mia sighed. “Yes. I am. I don’t know why I didn’t just say I wanted to then. The Order seems to be finished— how could they not have contacted us if there was still something that could be done?”
Remus’s shoulders rounded forward as he ran a hand through his hair, seeming to not know the answer to what she had asked. “I know our situation isn’t great, but—”
“Don’t feed me some bullshit about how we need to keep faith, please.” She interjected “I want out of this tent, I want to try to make contact with someone— anyone.”
Remus didn’t answer, but sighed heavily over his can of corn. They were silent for a moment before Mia spoke again.
“What about the cabin, where we spent our honeymoon? I know you said we were safer in the middle of the woods, but technically the cabin is in the middle of the woods…”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, too many people had access to the location of it, and if a Death Eater tortured anyone about safe houses…”
“Then we’ll apparate the fuck out of there if it’s been compromised,” Mia clasped her hands together, pleading. “Come on, it has indoor plumbing! I’m dying for a hot shower and a working toilet. If I have to freeze my tits off—“ She pointed in the direction that faced the adjacent pond “—in that pond to bathe one more time, I’m going to just drown myself.”
“Not funny.” Remus said sternly
“I’m kidding, obviously!” she said, rolling her eyes. “I want to go tomorrow. Maybe if we’re lucky other members of the Order will be staying there— and they’ll have more food than just beans.”
Remus shifted in his chair; Mia could tell he was contemplating— on the fence about whether or not obliging to her request would be put them at risk.
“We’d be able to use that Jacuzzi again…” she said with a slight sing-song inflection, stretching her leg under the table to rub her foot against his shin. “You can’t tell me you wouldn’t jump at the chance to get me naked in there again, could you?”
Remus’s tongue darted out to wet his lips as he fought back a smile. His cheeks turned pink as he laughed softly, nodding. “Alright, we’ll go— but if I see one thing I don’t like…”
The tent was stowed inside the small velvet pouch along with the rest of their supplies. It was incredibly cold today— the February wind bit at her cheeks as she wrapped herself tighter in her winter cloak. They had apparated to the clearing adjacent to the cabin, as to approach and inspect it and its surroundings on foot. There was more snow here than back in the Forest of Dean; Mia had cast impervious charms on both of their shoes to keep the snow’s moisture from seeping in. When they neared the cabin, they walked a perimeter first before attempting to enter.
“I think it’s clear,” Mia whispered “I can’t hear anything inside.”
“They could have a silencing charm up— get behind me.”
Remus and she tiptoed up to the cabin’s front door. He pointed his wand at the lock and whispered softly.
“Alohomora”
The lock did not budge. He motioned for her to step back further, and then pointed his wand at the lock yet again.
“Aberto” he whispered.
The lock splintered, allowing them to turn the knob and open the door. The cabin was still silent; Remus took Mia’s hand and they stepped through the threshold together. Upon stepping inside the foyer, before either of them could blink, a male voice shouted from seemingly nowhere.
“Stupefy!”
Both of them flew back out onto the porch, skidding on their backs. Mia stopped right at the edge of the porch stairs, but Remus went tumbling down, landing in the snow with a soft thud.
“Oh shit, sorry I didn’t realize it was you two!” Mia fought the pins and needles sensation and sat up, feeling immense relief to see it was only Fred Weasley standing in the threshold. He turned his head back over his shoulder and hollered inside the cabin. “Oi! It was just Remus and Mia!”
Fred extended his hand to help Mia stand, as George came bustling out to assist Remus. Once Remus was on his feet, he grabbed George by the collar and gritted his teeth.
“You shouldn’t let your guard down so quickly!— how do you know we aren’t Death Eaters using polyjuice??”
“Well, a Death Eater certainly wouldn’t say that...” George said with a shrug.
“No certainly not.” Fred agreed. “Come in— Lee is in the other room setting up the broadcast.”
“Lee? Lee Jordan?” Mia smiled— she hadn’t seen Lee Jordan since she graduated school. After a moment she realized she had no idea what Fred meant by broadcast. “Broadcast?” she asked, furrowing her brow.
“Yeah! Come on, you guys have been listening to Potterwatch, I’m sure” George said as he led them into the living room
The cabin looked exactly the way they had left it. Her heart panged as she looked around, remembering making love on the floor in front of the fireplace, and dancing to old records up and down the living room, laughing as Remus spun her around and around. She longed for that weekend back— life wasn’t simple back then, but at least she had hope for their side then, unlike she did now.
“No, we haven’t,” Remus said “Potterwatch?”
“Well, I’m certainly offended!” George scoffed playfully “We’ve been broadcasting the news— the real news, that is. You know, information about what’s been going on, missing people and deaths, as well as trying to reach out to Harry to let him know we all support him— Lee, look who the intruders were!”
“No way!” Lee cried, jumping up from his seat in front of a pile of radio equipment. “Hey, Mia— Professor Lupin.”
Remus beamed as he shook Lee’s hand; “You can call me Remus—” Remus said, trying hard to hide the sheepish smile threatening to creep across his face. “—you all are living here?”
“No, we rotate locations where we broadcast from,” Fred shook his head “Your mum actually told us about this place, Mia.”
“My mum? You’ve seen her? How is she?”
Mia looked to the twins and Lee eagerly; they all paused, looking between each other with uncertainly.
“Is she alright…?” Mia asked slowly
“She’s… alright,” George started “but she had a run in with Dolohov. ‘Bout killed her.”
“Ohmygod,” Mia’s hand came up to her mouth “Ohmygod, where is she??”
“She’s at our Auntie Muriel’s,” Fred said “Mum is looking after her. She’s doing a lot better than she was— she’s been with us for about 6 weeks.”
“He caught her one day after leaving the Ministry, Dad found her behind a dumpster in an alleyway.” added George.
Mia’s breathing grew rapid in panic; Dolohov getting ahold of her mother had been a fear for many moons now, and the thought that she wasn’t around when her mother almost died… well, she wouldn’t forgive herself if there had been something she could’ve done instead of lounge around a tent in the woods. Remus placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.
“Can you take me to her?” Mia said breathlessly “Please?”
“After the broadcast,” George nodded, clasping his hands together “now, what are you two doing skulking around here?”
“We got tired of hiding in the woods,” Remus said “we were going to stay here if no one else was living here.”
“It’s all yours,” George said “No one has touched it— I think Susan was going to move herself here once she recovered, but that will probably be a while.”
Mia let out a squeak as he wrapped her arms around herself. How badly injured could Susan be? She was a skilled dueler; certainly Dolohov couldn’t’ve gotten that much of the upper hand…
“Sweetheart,” Remus said softly, squeezing her shoulder reassuringly once again. “Why don’t you go take a hot shower? Clean yourself up before we go?”
Hot shower— that sounded lovely. She nodded, kissing Remus on the cheek and nodding to the twins and Lee before retreating up the stairs. If she was going to pick her fingernails raw in anxiousness, she might as well do it while she enjoyed some warm water for a change.
Indeed, the shower was lovely— no— glorious. After bathing in an ice cold pond for the last four months, she had forgotten just how wonderful simple hot water was. She cranked the knob as far it would go to the warm side, goosebumps spreading all over as the near-scalding water turned her skin pink. She lost all sense of time, lost in her thoughts, worries and eventually daydreams when the water all of a sudden turned ice cold, and jolted her back to reality. She turned the shower off hastily, mumbling curses as she dried off and redressed, then made her way downstairs. She was met by Remus, Lee and the twins breaking down radio equipment and packing it away into a small, black briefcase. They must be using an extension charm like the one on her velvet pouch, as the briefcase was only the size of a sheet of paper, and the radio equipment was much, much larger. Remus extended his long arm to her, pulling her into a one arm hug and kissing the top of her damp head.
“Damn, save me any hot water?” he teased.
“I don’t think so,” she said sheepishly “I sort of forgot how long I was in there.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Remus winked “I’ll shower later— we just finished the broadcast.”
“Aw, I missed it?”
“That’s what happens when you take an hour to shower!” said Fred
“Yeah, but we told Remus you and him should be a part of our next one!” added George.
“We have guest speakers all the time,” Lee said, turning to Mia “Your mum wants to go on once she is strong enough to move.”
“She can’t move…?” Mia asked, her chest tightening again from anxiety.
“She can only walk a little bit,” George said “We’ll take you to see her, but we have to go get one of those enchanted scrolls from Dad—“
“—He’s secret keeper over at Auntie Muriel’s.” Fred finished for him.
“That’s fine, we’ll be here in the meantime,” Remus said “Maybe there’s enough hot water for me now that I can shower…”
“Sorry…” Mia grumbled
“Alright, see you all in a few— Mum is going to be so excited”
Lee, Fred and George apparated with a loud crack— the twins were never very skilled at apparation to keep the noise down, Mia was surprised neither of them had ever splinched themselves. She plopped down onto the couch and began running her hand through her damp hair to comb the tangles. Remus turned to her, a small smile creeping across his face.
“You know what I’m most excited for?” he asked
“That shower you keep bitching about?”
“No,” He said, now grinning wide “Molly Weasley’s cooking.”
“Oi! Sleepy head!”
“Wakey wakey!”
Mia opened her eyes, blinking the red haired twins into view. The beginning golden glow of a sunset was beginning to shine through the wall of windows— she hadn’t even realized she had fallen asleep.
“Nap time’s over, Mum is thrilled to see you two.”
“Alright,” She groaned sleepily, rubbing her eyes “How long have I been asleep for?”
“Couple hours,” Remus said, stepping into the living room “You looked like you needed it, so I let you sleep.”
“Mum’s making roast— come on, she won’t be happy if you let your plates get cold.”
She hardly awake yet when she felt the twins grab each of her hands, pulling her to her feet and disapparating without warning. She stumbled as her feet hit the ground, Remus catching her fall. It took her a moment to realize they were now on the front stoop of an older brick home that she didn’t recognize. The large front door had a large, ornate brass knocker situated two thirds of the way up the door. The knocker was engraved with a script P, for which Mia assumed stood for the surname Prewett. Fred reached up to the knocker, slamming it down three times, and then leaned his face in just inches from the door.
“Knock Knock!” he hollered.
“Who’s there?” added George, winking and bumping shoulders with Mia.
“Fred? George?” It was Arthur’s voice calling from the other side of the door.
“Present.” Fred and George said in unison.
“Identify yourselves, please.”
“I am Fred Weasley, twin brother of George Weasley, for whom I am exactly 2 minutes older and much wiser…”
“Shut up, you prat!” George smacked him across the arm. “I’m George Weasley, handsomer twin of Fred Weasley, I once set off a dungbomb under the table at this residence during Christmas…”
“Dad, it’s cold out here— come on, it’s us!” Fred interjected “we brought Remus and Mia like we said— we verified it’s them.”
The front door flung open, and Arthur ushered them inside. He shook Remus’s hand jovially, and wrapped Mia into a big hug.
“It’s wonderful to see you both,” Arthur said happily “Come in, come in.”
Aunt Muriel’s house looked like what an old woman’s home would look like— Doilies, crocheted blankets, and various trinkets that seemed to have been passed down from Prewett to Prewett. They filed into the kitchen, getting swept into a tight hug by Molly.
“I am so happy you two are alright!” she said, transitioning her hug from Mia to Remus “Oh, it’s been too long…”
“It’s wonderful to see you, Molly.” Remus said “Indeed it has been too long—“
“The twins said my mum was here?” Mia interjected.
Molly smiled weakly “Yes, dear she is upstairs— you can go up after dinner.”
“I’d really like to see her now, if that’s alright,” Mia insisted “Please.”
“She is resting— dinner is ready, eat first then you can see her.”
Mia sat at the table with a slight huff, ignoring the side eye from Remus as he slid into the chair next to her, which was undoubtedly him reminding her to be polite. Arthur, Fred and George sat across from them as Molly served them a plate of roast, mashed potatoes and steamed carrots. The smell alone was pure heaven— Mia struggled to maintain her manners and wait for Molly to fix her own plate. The moment the Weasley matriarch sat in her chair, Remus and Mia both dug into their roast, shoveling hungrily.
“I thought you two would be hungry,” Molly said with a soft chuckle “Both of you look incredibly thin.”
“We’ve only ate canned food for months,” Mia said “You have no idea how wonderful this roast is...”
Indeed, this roast seemed to be the best thing Mia had ever consumed in her life. Molly had always been a fantastic cook, but after a diet solely on beans, potatoes and corn, this was even better than she could’ve imagined. Typically, the impeding news that her mother was injured would cause enough worry for her to turn her nose up at a plate of sustenance, but nothing was stopping her from eating today.
“Well, help yourselves—“ Arthur said, “Muriel is out for the evening so there is plenty of food to go around.”
Three plates later, and Mia’s jeans fit closer to what they used to. She hadn’t been this full in months— she was almost sick she had eaten so much. Remus looked just as bloated, just as satisfied as she did. He had eaten even more than she had, shoveling each bite with little manners as the Weasleys smiled politely, albeit awkwardly.
“May I see my mum now?” Mia asked, once the rest of the table had finished their meals.
“Very well, she is doing a lot better than she had been; Fred and George told you what happened?” Molly asked
“Just that she had a run in with Dolohov,” Remus said “he didn’t give us too many details.”
“I’ll let her tell you. She’s still pretty weak, but she can at least get up and walk around the room now…”
Molly led them to a narrow staircase that went to the second floor. The stairs creaked angrily underneath their weight as they made their way up. Susan in the first bedroom off to the left, lying in bed with the covers pulled up to her chest and tucked underneath her arms. She looked terrible— her face was gaunt and her skin sallow. Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling in quick pulses as her eyelids twitched rapidly.
“I didn’t think she’d still be asleep,” Molly whispered, “Why don’t we go back downstairs…”
“No!” Mia said quickly “May I stay here until she wakes? Please?”
“Alright, just holler if she wakes and needs any potions,” Molly said “Remus, come join us for some tea? Arthur and I can brief you on what’s been going on”
Remus looked at Mia questioningly, “Go ahead, I’ll be fine up here.” Mia said, giving him a nod.
Remus and Molly retreated out of the small bedroom. Mia listened to their footsteps creak down the stairs before she took a moment to look around the bedroom. The room was plain, an obvious guest room that no one had resided in for years. She set down on the edge of the bed and watched her mother’s shallow breathing, fighting the uncomfortable anxious feeing of an elephant sitting on her chest. She laid down at the edge of the bed after a moment, curling herself up like a cat to ensure her mother still had enough room. She continued watching her mother’s breathing, praying it wouldn’t, but fearing it would stop.
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