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Forever and Always	By : cls2256 Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 6899 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Mia wasn’t sure how long she had laid here; there was no clock in the very plain guest room. Her mind wandered as she watched the erratic breathing of her feeble mother; the longer she lay there staring, the darker her thoughts became.
What would she be feeling right now if Dolohov had killed her mother? Would her anxiousness be replaced with sorrow, or would she just simply feel numb? After all the death she had experienced, would the grieving period feel routine? Had Susan Roswell been murdered, Mia didn’t know how she would feel. One thing she had determined in the time spent watching her mother’s shallow breathing was that had Dolohov killed her, Mia would subject the sadistic Death Eater to the same fate.
There was no other option in her mind. She wouldn’t be able to take the self-righteous path anymore. She would hurt him— make him suffer like he made so many others do. She would use the cruciatis curse on him, allowing him to squirm and writhe in pain at her will and mercy. Only after he begged for death would she oblige him— but not before she broke every single bone is his body with her bare hands.
Still, staring at the frail woman whom she bared so much resemblance to, she felt she may still go down this dark path that was nipping at her insides. Whether or not Susan made a full recovery, she wanted revenge— she wanted to teach Dolohov a lesson. Mess with the people she loved, and feel her wrath. She was strong, tenacious, and a force to be reckoned with— he would see that.
Mia was so lost in thought that she was startled severely (so much so she nearly fell off the bed) when Susan began coughing. She choked and sputtered, struggling to breathe as she came out of her coma-like sleep.
“Mum?—Mum?!”
Mia reached over and shook her gently, trying to gain Susan’s attention. When she couldn’t, she hollered over her shoulder for Molly. The Weasley matriarch was up the stairs and in the bedroom in just a matter of seconds with a leather pouch of potions in tow.
“Susan, sweetheart, just relax— I have your potions here…”
Molly pulled out a few vials and tipped them down Susan’s throat one by one. After a moment her fit stopped and her breathing slowed.
“That’s better…” Molly said soothingly “Look who’s here to see you.”
Susan attempted to sit up slightly as she squinted at Mia. “Mia? Is that really you?” Her voice was hoarse, raspy— as if she was recovering from severe strep throat. Mia took Susan’s hand, smiling weakly.
“Hi mum— yes, it’s really me.”
“Oh, my sweet girl!” Susan squeezed Mia’s hand gently “I regret that I can’t hug you properly— where is Remus? He isn’t with you?”
“He’s downstairs, but never mind him— what happened to you?”
“Dolohov caught me when I was leaving the Ministry. He, Rowle and Selwyn ambushed me as I was walking into an alley to apparate. I—” Susan winced as she took too deep of a breath. “I was alone— I lost our duel, regretfully,”
Mia’s stomach churned at imaging her mother fighting three against one— naturally she would lose a duel with three against one.
“Whatever dark magic they fought with nearly did me in, but not before they broke my collarbone and a few ribs—“ Susan paused for a moment, her face twisting “—and assaulted me,”
This portion of her words came out choked, constricted as if the words spoken were painful to her. Mia felt the strong urge to vomit— she wanted to run and hurl repeatedly into the nearest wastebasket or toilet, but she remained seated on the bed, listening to her mother continue.
“I was bleeding and nearly unconscious when threw me into a dumpster. I don’t know how I managed to cast a patronus, but I did— Arthur came to my aide and brought me straight here.”
“My god…” Mia whispered. She was horrified, nauseated, and angry. She took a breath before speaking again, wanting to remain calm while in Susan’s presence. “Why didn’t Dolohov just use the killing curse on you? He obviously wanted you dead.”
“Oh, you know him;” Susan said, scoffing “Loves to see us suffer.”
“Whatever spells he used would’ve killed her eventually,” Molly said heavily “It took me a little time to find the right potions and healing spells to keep her alive— we don’t know if there will be permanent damage from the attack yet.”
Permanent damage? Mia felt like the walls were closing in around her as her heart began violently beating in her chest. Would her mother be able to work again? Walk unaided? Simply leave the house? Susan squeezed Mia’s hand reassuringly, seeming to now pick up on her internal panic.
“I’m doing better, Mia, there’s no need to fret so much” Susan said, but her hoarse, strained voice instilled no confidence “Molly missed her calling as a healer. She has been wonderful to me, and I have full faith in her ability to nurse me as healthy as we can.”
Molly fought a smile as her face flushed scarlet. “I appreciate that. Susan— Are you in the mood to eat? I could bring you something if so?
“I think I could eat a little— thank you.”
Molly nodded and retreated out of the bedroom, her footsteps creaking on the stairs as she descended to the first floor. Susan shifted, groaning slightly as she repositioned herself.
“Mum, I can’t believe they…”
“That’s not something I’d like to discuss any further,” Susan interjected quickly. After a moment, her face softened, and she changed the subject. “Tell me everything you’ve been doing since I saw you last— start with the moment you lot left my house.”
Mia rehashed their month at the cottage with Penelope and Eric, telling her about how Remus broke taboo and they had to chain Fenrir Greyback and his two cronies in the cellar to ensure they finished the polyjuice potion.
“And they made it to America safely?” Susan asked
“Yeah, they sent me a blank post card via owl,” Mia said “So after that, Remus and I lived in Cepheus’s tent in the middle of the Forest of Dean for the last four months. We’ve lived off nothing but canned food, but we’ve been working on strengthening my wandless magic.”
“How is that going for you?”
“Good, I think. I can do some pretty cool stuff. Remus is a phenomenal teacher…” Mia smiled “How about I show you tomorrow afternoon? Are you strong enough to make it to the backyard? My new tricks require space.”
“With help, I should be able to get down there,” Susan said “I look forward to seeing your new ‘tricks’, as you call them.”
Mia chuckled softly as she lay down on her side next to Susan, ensuring to give her mother enough space as to not accidently hurt her.
“I love you, Mum.” Mia whispered “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Susan said softly. “I thought about you every day you were gone— I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, mum. I hate that I kept you worrying.”
“I wasn’t worried, per se, I knew you’d be alright,” Susan smirked “you are my daughter, after all."

The Weasley’s were always such gracious hosts. They had insisted that Remus and Mia sleep at Muriel’s previous night, so that Molly could serve them a proper breakfast (“You both are just too thin!”), and Muriel could go to the store and stock the cabin with food for the two of them.
Muriel was quite the personality. Mia wasn’t sure if she enjoyed the old woman, or wanted to rip her throat out. At first, the woman’s sassiness appealed to Mia’s sense of humor, but the moment something even slightly offensive to werewolves slipped out of her mouth, she instantly felt the urge to drive her fork into the centenarian’s neck. Remus picked up on this; he squeezed her thigh underneath the table to get her attention, and continued to squeeze until she released her vice-grip on her silverware.
Half-way through dinner, Molly began briefing her on what they had informed Remus of the previous evening.
“So Mia, The Order has mostly moved into hiding. Bill, Arthur, Fred and George have all quit working—“
“Yeah, but we’re still doing mail orders!” said George proudly
“You-Know-Who can’t shut us down completely!” Fred added. “U-No-Poo has been a best seller, thanks to its name!”
“And function, Freddie” George said, smacking his twin upside the back of the head “That product was my idea— its genius, if I don’t say so myself...”
Molly rolled her eyes “Not that this mail-order business is smart, I inform them time and time again. Kingsley and Tonks went into hiding as well, after Kingsley broke taboo—“
“Kingsley?! Tonks?!” Mia’s heart leapt at hearing their names; “How’s Reggie?! Oh, tell me they are alright…”
“They all are doing fine,” Molly said “Little Reggie is getting so big, here; you want to see a photo?”
Molly handed Mia a family photograph of Kingsley, Tonks and Reggie sitting on large sofa, all donning Father Christmas hats. Reggie was huge— nearly doubled in size than what she remembered him. A lump formed in her throat as she studied the photograph— she missed them so so much.
“This was taken on Christmas Day; he’s already so much bigger than he is in this photograph.”
Mia passed the photograph to Remus, fearing if she looked at it any longer she would start crying. “What about Hogwarts? What’s going on there?”
“It’s pretty bad,” Arthur started “With Snape as Headmaster and the Carrows as his deputies, it’s not the same school we all know. Ginny, Neville and Luna were giving the administration a hard time— Luna went missing from the train on their way home for Christmas, and no one’s heard from her since.”
Mia frowned “Do you think the Death Eaters took her?”
“Most likely, Arthur continued “Xenophilius Lovegood was posting quite a bit of pro-Harry propaganda in the Quibbler, they probably took her to try to keep him in line.”
Mia wasn’t sure what would be worse; being killed by Death Eaters, or being held captive by them.
“So, what is the Order doing then, exactly?” she asked
“We broadcast the truth on Potterwatch, and try to keep other’s safe.” interjected George
“There’s not really much else we can do. Harry, Ron and Hermione are out there and on a mission entrusted to them by Dumbledore. We do what we can to support them and to keep ourselves and our friends safe” Arthur added.
“Well,” Muriel interjected “I, for one, think…”
Mia didn’t listen to whatever bullshit Muriel started ranting about. She was frustrated— The Order indeed was done, as she had feared for months now. Most of the members had been forced into hiding, and her mother nearly killed. She seethed with regret as she pushed her eggs around on her plate— she should’ve gone to America. She should’ve spoken up when she had the chance. Had they gone, maybe her and Remus could be going to a show at a theater, or taking leisurely strolls through shopping malls and parks like a regular married couple. Instead, they were going to be using a cabin in the woods as their hidey-hole, where a 107-year old woman would do their grocery shopping for them.
“Harry is the best hope we have, Muriel,” Arthur said, though a mouthful of eggs. “Trust in that.”
Trust in that. Was Arthur really suggesting that all of their fates rested solely in the hands of a 17-year old boy? Mia took swig of orange juice, fighting the irritated bubbling her stomach did whenever she was in periods of stress.
We’re so fucked.
“Get in the Jacuzzi, my love,” Remus called “It’s freezing out here.”
Mia stood leaning over the railing of the porch that overlooked into the dark, secluded forest around them. She was wrapped in her thick traveling cloak, albeit still shivering from the frosty temperatures of this late February night. Thick steam rolled off the surface of the Jacuzzi water, so thick Remus was barely visible in the far corner of the tub.
“Come on— you could hardly wait to get in this thing a couple days ago…” he called again.
She was lost in thought, images forming in her imagination of Dolohov, Rowle and Selwyn attacking Susan in the middle of the alley, hexing her mother until she was near-death, only to throw her away as trash.
“Whatever dark magic they fought with nearly did me in, but not before they broke my collarbone and a few ribs, and assaulted me…” Susan’s recount of the incident repeated in her mind over and over. Even though Susan didn’t elaborate on exactly what the word assault meant in this situation, deep in the pit of her stomach, Mia knew.
She thought back to Fenrir Greyback, soaked in Bill’s blood and yanking her pants off of her with his psychopathic, sinister grin plastered to his face, and to Andrew Flint, smacking her across the face and forcing her skirt up. She had gotten lucky in both instances, and was thankful neither man got to go through with the heinous plot they both had had. Susan hadn’t been as lucky. She hadn’t had strange and unexplained wandless magic or a person nearby to save her from that fate— and then she was thrown away like trash. Hatred, anger and anguish simmered deep in her— however it would hibernate until the moment she would come across any of those men.
“Mia,” Remus called for a third time. “Come here, please?”
This time, she obliged. She walked over to the steaming tub and shed her cloak, then her clothes until she was left standing in the chill stark naked. Her skin erupted in goosebumps as the chilly air hit her skin. Remus eyed her up and down, drinking in the sight of her before outstretching his hand for her to take.
“Come in, it’s cold.”
She took his hand and stepped inside, sinking down in the hot water up to her collarbones. Her long dark hair splayed out in the water around her; she dunked her head back to wet her entire head.
“Now, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” Remus said, sitting back in the corner he had sat in previously, and pulling her to him to straddle his lap. “And don’t say it’s nothing, because I know you’d be lying.”
She sighed, frowning. “I can’t stop thinking about my mum…”
“She’s going to be alright, Molly is very confident at this point.”
“It’s not that— I can’t stop thinking about what happened to her. What they… did to her,” a lump formed in Mia’s throat “They threw her in the dumpster after. They threw her away as if she were trash.”
“I know, sweetheart,” he said softly “It’s terrible, what they did.”
“They should pay for it,” Mia whispered dangerously “Feel pain like they made her feel.”
“Mia, careful…” Remus warned, still speaking softly “Revenge is not a path you want to go down. That can be a one way ticket to—“
“I know,” she said impatiently “Torture and murder can darken the soul— I don’t need you to tell me.”
But they deserve it. They deserve to hurt, to be tortured, and to be thrown away like the trash they are.
Mia chose to focus her gaze just past Remus’s ear, rather than look him in the eye. He studied her, looking at her as if she were a difficult puzzle he was trying to solve. After a moment, he simply changed the subject.
“Are you alright with showing everyone what we’ve been working on the past few months?” he asked “I’m sure if we show your mum, everyone else will want to see.”
“Yeah, I’m alright with showing everyone.”
She still did not meet his eyes. She drew her hand out of the water, drawing her fingers together as she moved her hand upward. Water rose up and followed her hand movements, as if it had its own intelligence, miming her every move. Remus watched curiously, his eyes following her hand’s movements.
“You never cease to amaze me,” He murmured “You have impressed me far beyond any other witch or wizard I have seen or known.”
“Shut up,” she laughed, finally turning her gaze to him “You’re trying to flatter me only because I’m naked in your lap.”
“Not only,” Remus said slyly, a boyish smile crossing his face “But speaking of you being naked in my lap…”
For a few moments, Mia had forgotten all her troubles, her mind transported back to their honeymoon where he had taken her in that very spot of the Jacuzzi, half drunk on fine champagne. There were no leaves on the trees to rustle in the background as there had been that night, but over her moans and gasps, she wouldn’t’ve been able to hear them anyway.

Remus stood with Arthur, Molly, Fred and George on his right, against the house as Mia faced them, standing half a football field away from them. Susan and Muriel sat in lawn chairs to his left, wrapped up in thick blankets to keep warm. The Weasley’s and he were encased in their thickest traveling cloaks, bouncing on their heels to keep warm.
“Alright, Mia, I want to see ground first! Keep it small, we don’t want to cave in the house.”
Mia nodded and closed her eyes and flipped her palms outward. Slowly, she raised her arms as she inhaled deeply, rooting her feet in place as the ground shook violently beneath her. When she opened her eyes, she was surrounded by large, stalagmite-esque structures, encircling her in a semi-circle.
“Excellent!” Remus called “Now flatten the ground back out!”
She flipped her palms down and lowered her arms back to her sides, watching as the stalagmites flattened back into a field of brown, dormant grass.
“Storm Cloud!” Remus called again
Mia swirled her left hand in the air above her— a large cumulonimbus cloud formed overtop of the field, dark as a shadow— as if a heavy downpour was about to occur.
“Lightning strike!”
Mia flicked her wrist; a bold of lightning struck half-way between where she and the others stood, singeing a patch of grass.
“Great, Mia— now clear this up!”
Mia swayed both hands above her head from right to left. The dark cloud faded lighter and lighter before disappearing with a soft fizzle.
“That was great! You are getting much better—.”
“What about fire?” She interrupted, jogging back towards the house. “Can we try it today?”
“Fire?” Susan asked “You want her to learn to manipulate fire?”
Remus sighed, ignoring Susan and speaking to Mia. “I’ve told you, I don’t want to get into fire just yet—”
“Remus Lupin!” Susan hissed “Fiendfyre is a dark art— surely that’s not what she’s talking about.”
Remus ran a hand through his hair “There is no other fire manipulation spell other than Fiendfyre.”
“You cannot be serious!” Susan cried “She could burn herself to a crisp!”
“I know that, that’s why we haven’t done anything with fire,” Remus said impatiently “Water, weather, and ground however are much easier to control.”
Mia scoffed “Come off it, I can handle a little fire— look at how far I’ve come in four months!”
“No.” Remus said firmly “No fire. Not yet.”
“But—“
“No buts,” He said, holding his hand up to silence her (and receiving an eye roll for it) “You need to trust me on this— now get back out there, let’s try some more weather patterns.”
“Greetings to our loyal listeners!”
Lee Jordan had his radio equipment strewn all about the cabin’s dining room table, broadcasting another episode of Potterwatch. Mia and Remus stood off to the side, listening to the charismatic wizard’s speech.
“On today’s episode of Potterwatch, we want to remind you all of some basic safety protocol— whether you are on the run, or still living in your homes.
If it looks and smells dead, but is still moving, it’s an Inferi! As the infamous gingerbread man would say— run, run, as fast as you can!
Beware of Snatchers— they can call for backup and outnumber you quicker than you can say You-Know-Who. Avoid individuals who look shifty and have a bad attitude.
Know where your loved ones are— know when they are supposed to be home from work, and always always always verify their identity before letting them inside your home. Establish a code word, or ask them a question they would only be able to answer. Wrong answers, no entry!
We also bring some sad news that the Wizard Wireless Network failed to report. Our hearts are heavy to inform you all of the deaths of the Gentry family— Alice and Leon, and their three children Thomas, Brian, and Sallie were murdered by Death Eaters for refusing a ‘routine’ home search. Alice Gentry was a Healer with St. Mungo’s Hospital, accused of harboring a muggle-born and his family.
Also to report the deaths of the Davies Family— Helen and Allen, and their son Chester were murdered when Allen Davies refused to be taken into Ministry custody. Helen Davies was a Behavior Specialist for St. Mungo’s Hospital. The family was staying under the protection of Gentry family at the time off all of their deaths."
Mia felt like her world around her was spinning— Helen? Helen Davies? Her Helen? Helen and her family were supposed to be out of the country. She couldn’t comprehend this; dhe dropped to her knees and began to shake, the contents of her stomach violently stirring. Remus knelt down next to her, pulling her close and whispering in her ear, as to not interrupt the broadcast.
“Shh, Mia, just breathe— shh…”
Lee glanced at them with concern on his face, but continued his broadcast.
"If anyone in your family knows how to perform a Fidelius charm, we recommend placing your residence under this enchantment. We do not believe the Gentry’s or the Davies’s were protected by this charm. It may save your life if Death Eaters come knocking.
Keep watch over your loved ones, and protect your muggle friends and neighbors. We all need to stick together in these sorts of times. That’s all we have for you today, tune in to our next broadcast— the password is Roswell.”
Lee flipped the switch on his radio equipment and threw his headset down.
“Mia, you alright?”
Mia was hyperventilating at this point, ignoring Remus’s pleading whispers for her to slow her breathing and try to relax. The world around her was fuzzy and the edges of her vision black as she began to vomit. She was spilling sick everywhere, choking as she fought to breathe.
“Helen Davies was Mia’s counselor at St. Mungo’s.” Remus said to Lee.
“I’m so sorry…” Lee said softly, shifting uncomfortably
“I should’ve protected them, I offered to help…” Mia choked
“Sweetheart, you can’t blame yourself…” Remus said soothingly “Come on, let’s get this cleaned—”
“Remus, she’s dead!” Mia shrieked “Who did it?! Which Death Eaters killed them?!”
“I don’t know, their bodies were found after the fact.” Lee said heavily.
Mia let out a mournful wail, sobbing in a moment of silence before she spoke again. “She’s dead… I can’t believe she’s dead…”
“I know, I know…”
Mia began dry heaving, as there was nothing left in her stomach. She shook in his arms for nearly twenty minutes, until her hysterics reduced to small sniffles. He picked her up and carried her to the couch as Lee packed up the broadcasting equipment, looking uncomfortable to be accidentally intruding on Mia’s panic attack. Remus cast a heating charm over a fluffy throw blanket and wrapped her up tightly.
“She was supposed to be leaving the country; they were supposed to be getting out…” she said softly.
Remus frowned “Maybe their plans changed. Maybe they weren’t able to leave the country safely.”
Mia’s eyes were so swollen they hurt. Her throat felt raw from sobbing and her cheeks felt chapped from her salty tears. She looked at Remus sadly, asking him a question she knew he didn’t have the answer to.
“Why does everyone I love have to die?”
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