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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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As February shifted into March, the wind no longer had a crisp, frosty chill, but a certain dampness in the air remained. The clearing around the corner from the cabin had thawed to a squishy, muddy mess, but thanks to the impervious charm, Mia’s boots were unaffected.
Mia stood in the middle of the field, her mood as gloomy as the cloudy sky above her. It had been a few weeks since receiving news of Helen’s death through Lee’s broadcast, and guilt was still nipping at her.
She had offered Helen and her family assistance. She wished they would’ve accepted and went into hiding with the protection of members of the Order of the Phoenix. She wished she would’ve insisted harder, pushed her to accept, but as Remus reminded her time and time again, how could she have known what was going to happen?
Susan seemed to be gaining a little strength back each day, but a wound stretching across her stomach so far would not heal. Molly said it was most likely some kind of severing charm— different from the one that took George’s ear off— because she wasn’t able to get the wound to close with the current regimen of potions. St. Mungo’s had been brought up a couple times, but Susan refused.
“We do not know the state that St. Mungo’s has been compromised,” Susan had said “You are doing just fine, Molly, if I may intrude on yours and Muriel’s hospitality a little while longer, I insist that I stay here.”
Mia felt powerless, and she didn’t like it. The only time she felt in control was when she was training her wandless magic; something about being able to control the world’s elements gave her a grounding sense of control. Remus even suggested that they venture to Shell Cottage, where Bill and Fleur were living, to try some water manipulation with the sea.
Fire, on the other hand, he continued to refuse. She felt he was underestimating her, thinking she was still his 18-year-old student not ready to take on advanced branches magic just yet— but look what she could do! She could form mountains with the wave of her hand. Countless lessons over the last few weeks she asked to try fire, and he turned her down each and every time. They argued about it this morning, the impending full moon due to arrive that evening heightening their irritation towards each other. Mia was tired of being told no, so while Remus was in the shower, she decided she would go out to the clearing and try manipulating fire herself.
She focused all her might on conjuring flames a few paces in front of her. It took a few tries, but when she focused all her energy on the rage and fury she felt towards Dolohov and his assistants for the horrors done to her mother, she succeeded. She took a few minutes to slowly enlarge and diminish the flames before her, each time allowing the fire to grow larger before scaling it back.
“MIA!”
Remus’s shout cut through the trees as she heard his footsteps thundering towards her. She broke focus, his shouts distracting her, and the flames started expanding rapidly before her. She waved her hand quickly to extinguish the evidence, but the fire did not respond. It kept expanding; in a matter of seconds it was triple its size, seeming to grow as quickly as her panic was.
Remus was panting when he reached her; She was expecting him to start yelling, but instead he gently placed his hands on her shoulders, speaking calmly. “Mia, concentrate and put the flames out— just relax, you are in control.”
She waved her hand quickly a couple times— nothing. She felt sweat form on the back of her neck, unsure if it was from the flames, or her nerves.
“It’s not working!” she cried “I can’t put it out!”
“Sweetheart, you can do it—“ Remus said reassuringly “just relax, concentrate, and put out the flame. I know you can do this. Take a deep breath and try again.”
She took a few deep, steadying breaths. She put her hands back out in front of her and exhaled as she closed her eyes and lowered her palms towards the ground. She wasn’t sure how she did it, but this time the flames obeyed, growing smaller and smaller until they extinguished into a small stream of smoke.
“That—“ Remus pointed at the patch of singed grass. “—is why I didn’t want you playing with fire,” Remus’s tone was now harsh, scolding. “It is much more temperamental— you could’ve started a forest fire!”
“I was fine, until you snuck up on me,” She snapped “You made me lose focus!”
“No, you lost focus all on your own,” Remus retorted “What if a deer had walked by and distracted you? Are you going to blame the deer when this entire area was engulfed by fiendfyre? You need to learn to be 100% in control, and until you can do that, you are not—”
“Quit treating me like a child!” she interjected angrily
“Then quit acting like one!” Remus quipped back “Inside, now—”
He grabbed her wrist to drag her back towards the cabin; she gritted her teeth and dug her heels into the squishy ground, holding herself in place.
“No.”
Remus let go of her wrist and turned to look at her; he was taken aback by the boldness of her refusal. He narrowed his eyes, giving her an appraising look. “…No?”
“No,” She said simply, crossing her arms. “Teach me. Train me to not lose focus, no matter what is going on around me. Rather than simply telling me no, train me so I don’t burn us to a crisp.”
He pondered this thought for a moment before his expression softened “Alright,” he said, nodding and gesturing her to go take her place a few paces away. “Middle of the field, let’s get to work— moonrise isn’t until 7:40.”
The full moon had run its course later that night, transforming Remus into the creature he despised. The two of them in isolation from the rest of the world seemed to make him less anxious about his monthly transformation, no longer insisting Mia remain in her Animagus form for the duration of the cycle, despite him always taking his potion.
He lay with her that night, allowing Mia to use his plush fur as a pillow for the evening. She was so used to the two of them curling up together as wolves, but curling up with him in her human form gave her a different sense of intimacy. She had almost forgotten he would transform back, as that morning when she awoke, she was almost surprised to see a pallid faced human Remus in place of the wolf.
Today was Remus’s birthday; he was still asleep next to her, lying on his back and snoring softly. She admired him for a few minutes, admiring the way his mouth hung open when he was in a deep sleep, and how his sandy hair hung shaggily over his forehead. He had so much more grey hair now— she remembered the few silver streaks at his temples the first time they met, but now he was heavily greyed throughout the sides and back of his hair. She wondered how much longer until his entire head was grey— his condition did indeed add nearly 10 years on his appearance. Still, he was handsomer than ever in her mind, silver haired or not. She loved the way his eyes crinkled slightly when he smiled, and how distinguished he looked with a 5 o clock shadow. Even the dark shadows under his eyes and his pallid face, he was so handsome to her.
She reached out and ran her hand up his stomach and chest, drawing soft patterns. He stirred, but did not open his eyes.
“Good Morning,” she said softly
“Mornin’” he mumbled.
She wasn’t sure if he was even truly awake by the sleepiness in his voice. She leaned over and kissed his stubbly cheek; this time he shifted more, inhaling as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her to him.
“Happy birthday.” She murmured
“mhmm” he hummed; after a moment “What time is it?”
She glanced at the clock; it was later than she thought “Just after 9,” she said “what do you want for breakfast?”
“More sleep,” he grumbled “My bones ache…”
“You can’t sleep all morning, sleepy head,” she giggled “maybe I can help you feel a little better? Help wake you up?”
She slid her hand down inside his boxers. She wrapped her hand around his cock, pleased to see he had morning wood. His eyes flew open.
“Well, good morning.” He sounded much more awake just from a few light strokes of her palm. She chuckled softly, relishing in the sight of him enjoying her touch. He leaned his head back and let out a soft groan. “This birthday is already off to a great start…”
Later that evening, they lay tangled together on the couch, taking advantage of the cabin’s television and VCR collection. The choices were not as vast as Penelope’s collection, but they had found a decent movie to lay back and enjoy together.
A sudden knock at the door startled them; they jumped up, wands drawn as they tiptoed quietly to the door.
“Who’s there?” Remus called, holding his hand up to have Mia to stay back “identify yourself.”
“Kingsley Shacklebolt and Nymphadora Tonks” Kingsley’s deep, slow voice replied on the other side of the door “with Reggie”
“Let them in, let them in!” Mia whispered excitedly.
Remus ignored her. “What favor did I ask of you on my wedding day?”
“To dance with Mia in place of her father— along with Arthur, Bill and Eric.” Kingsley replied without falter.
Remus yanked the door open, and Mia threw herself into Kingsley’s arms.
“I’ve missed you guys so much!” she shrieked, switching her embrace from him to Tonks, hugging her much more carefully, for the baby in her arms.
“It is very good to see you both,” Remus shook Kingsley’s hand firmly. “Please, come in.”
As the three of them entered, grocery sacks levitating behind them followed.
“Molly sent us with groceries,” Tonks said “Sorry we haven’t come to see you sooner— things have been crazy, and Reggie hasn’t been sleeping…”
“No matter, I’m just glad you’re here now,” Mia said, then turned her attention to Reggie “He’s so big! Can I hold him?”
Tonks handed her Reggie, giggling and cooing happily once in Mia’s arms. He was so big, so much heavier than when she last saw him. She fought a lump forming in her throat; she had missed her friends and godson so much, she could cry.
“Hi Reggie! It’s your Aunt Mia— I hope you remember me…”
“Of course he remembers you, look at him smile!” Tonks said “Happy birthday, Remus—Penelope and Eric owled us a gift for you.”
“You’ve talked to Penelope?!” Mia asked eagerly, bouncing Reggie up and down in her arms “How are they? When did you hear from them last?”
“We’ve been in contact with them since they got to America, they were so excited when we told them you guys had turned up—” Kingsley pulled a parcel from his traveling cloak and handing to it Remus. “—here, this is from them.”
Remus tore open the wrappings; it was a paperback copy of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. A note was taped to the front, written in blue ink in neat, precise print that Mia recognized as Penelope’s handwriting.
Hopefully you haven’t read this one yet— it’s a muggle classic.
Happiest of Birthdays, missing you and Mia.
Penelope and Eric
“I have read The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, it was one of my mother’s favorite books,” Remus smiled, turning the book in his hand a few times “But it’s been quite a few years since I’ve read it. Be sure to thank them for me.”
“Will do,“ Kingsley clasped his hands together “Now, I know you have to have some scotch lying around here— how about a drink?”
The four of them chatted over drinks for hours; it wasn’t until Reggie started to fuss that Kingsley and Tonks had to bid them farewell.
“You know how babies get—“ Tonks said “They get all bent out of shape if bedtime doesn’t happen on schedule.”
“Well, thank you for stopping by,” Remus said “It was a pleasure seeing both of you— please come by any time.”
“Will do, thank you for having us,” Kingsley pulled a couple small scrolls from the front of his robes “These are scrolls to get to Andromeda’s and to Bill’s. Stop by whenever you like.”
They watched their friends step out onto the porch and apparate away; it left Mia with a melancholy feeling, wishing they had gotten more time.
“Damn, I missed them.” she whispered.
Remus smiled weakly, wrapping an arm around her. “Me too.”
April came around with pleasanter weather. They decided on a nice day to venture over to Shell Cottage, to visit with Bill and Fleur and hopefully get some practice with water manipulation with the sea.
Their feet hit the sand with a soft thud; salty air filled their lungs as they both took a deep breath, now able to breathe after the uncomfortable sensation of apparition. A small, concrete cottage was lonely up a quarter mile off the seashore, surrounded by large ornamental grasses that swayed in the sea breeze.
“It’s pretty here,” Mia said as they began walking towards the house “and seemingly safe.”
“Yeah, I always liked this place— we used it as a safe house during the first war.”
“Was it as bad?” she asked “The first war, I mean— as it is now?”
“Well, I wasn’t wanted by the Ministry during the first war, so I had it just a touch easier,” Remus smiled sadly “It… is worse now than it was. Vol— You Know Who never got this far last time.”
The front door to Shell cottage was had been painted teal, the paint now peeling off of the salt-worn door. Remus wrapped three times; after a moment, Bill’s voice called from the other side of the door.
“Who’s there?”
“Remus and Amelia Lupin,” Remus replied, interlacing his fingers with Mia’s “You gave an enchanted scroll with this address to Kingsley Shacklebolt to give to us, so that we may call here.”
“This question is for Mia; during our time at Hogwarts, what did I catch you out of bed doing on a regular basis during your first year?”
“Walking around, because I couldn’t sleep— nightmares.”
The front door swung open; Bill had a large, toothy smile plastered to his scarred face.
“About time! We wondered when we’d hear from you lot,” Bill exclaimed “Fleur is making dinner, there’s plenty to go around— Mum said you two were skeletons when you showed up at Auntie Muriel’s.”
They walked through a narrow entrance way into a small, quaint kitchen where Fleur stood over the stove, her silvery blonde hair shimmering from the light coming in the window.
“Ah! Zere you two are!” Fleur cried, wiping her hands on her apron before grabbing both of their faces and kissing their cheeks. “Remus, Mia, it is so good to see you both— Oh my, look at you! Both so skinny— good zing I cooked.”
“Hi, Fleur.” Mia smiled “Thanks for having us, and on such short notice.”
Normally, Fleur annoyed Mia to her wit’s end, but standing here in the kitchen of Shell Cottage, she had never been happier to see her.
“But of course!” Fleur cried “Sit sit, right over zere— Bill, get zem a drink, what would you like?”
“Remus? Mia?”
Mia’s head turned to see Hermione Granger standing in the threshold on the kitchen, looking at the two of them eagerly.
“Hermione?” Mia said, sweeping her into a hug “How are you? Where’s Harry and—“
“Blimey! Ron cried, now appearing a few paces behind Hermione “Harry! Lupin and Mia are here!”
Ron swept Mia into a hug as Harry thundered down the stairs, followed by Dean Thomas and Luna Lovegood.
“Whoa! It’s a full house!” Remus said, shaking Harry’s hand enthusiastically “Bill, you should’ve said you were taking in strays”
“The lot of them showed up a couple weeks ago,” Bill said “With Mr. Ollivander and Griphook, a goblin from Gringotts.”
“No kidding, Where were you all?” Remus asked
“Malfoy Manor,” Ron said “Got caught by some snatchers.”
“Zis food is ready!” Fleur interjected “Come eat, you can tell zem all about it over dinner.”
Harry, Ron and Hermione told Remus and Mia their tales of traveling the countryside over the last few months, eating nothing but wild mushrooms. Mia wondered if the wild mushrooms were tastier than the cans of beans her and Remus had subjected themselves to. They told them about how they broke taboo, and Fenrir Greyback and his gang came to collect them, and took them to Malfoy Manor when Harry was recognized.
“We should’ve killed him.” Mia whispered to Remus.
Harry and Ron continued about how they found Luna, Dean, Mr. Ollivander and Griphook in the cellar, while Hermione was being tortured by Bellatrix upstairs. Mia caught a glimpse of an injury on her arm that Hermione tried to hide, but she swore it looked like the word Mudblood was scratched into her arm.
“Wormtail is dead,” Harry said to Remus “strangled himself, his silver hand turned on him.”
Remus simply nodded at this news, not giving an indication whether he was upset or delighted by this news. Mia put her hand on his thigh under the table, squeezing gently in comfort. They finished their tale by telling them how Dobby, the free elf, helped them escape and was accidentally mortally wounded in the process.
“We buried him, on the hill,” Harry said heavily “We wanted to give him a beautiful view.”
“I’m sure he would’ve loved that.” Mia said, smiling weakly.
“Are you two staying here?” Ron asked, through a mouthful of mashed potatoes
“No, no— just visiting,” Remus said “We needed the sea for part of Mia’s training.”
“Mia’s training for what?” Hermione asked, furrowing her brow.
Mia grinned, turning to Remus “Can we show them after dinner?”
Remus smirked “Yes, lets.”
The waves crashed gently on the seashore. Seagulls called off in the distance. Mia rolled her jeans up to mid-thigh, her marred flesh just barely poking out from the cuffed hem. She stepped barefoot into the sea; the water was freezing cold, cutting through her like a knife. She would’ve assumed that by the beginning of April the water would’ve warmed, but alas, that was not the case. She went in mid-calf deep, and then turned to look at the group standing on the shoreline.
“Alright boss,” She hollered to Remus on the shore line “Where shall I start?”
“Try something simple— high tide”
She closed her eyes and drew her arms straight back. Slowly, she pushed her palms towards the shoreline, pushing the water with it so that the water reached the high tide line, then withdrew. She did this a few times; looks of astonishment crossed the entire group’s faces.
“What about trying some waves?” Remus suggested.
The sea was calm today, but with some focus, Mia was able to create some larger waves, as if there was a strong breeze. The harder she focused, the larger the wave became, but she only reached around a 5ft height, as to not create a tidal wave.
“I’m freezing,” she said through chattering teeth as she walked back to the group. “You know what would really warm me up?”
“No,” Remus said “Especially not here—“
“You don’t even know what I was going to say!” she interjected.
“Yes. I do.”
Remus wrapped an arm around her, rubbing her upper arm vigorously in an attempt to warm her up. Mia rolled her eyes at him as the whole group made their way back up to the cottage.
“That was something, Mia.” said Bill
“Yeah, really something!” said Ron “Can you teach me how to do some of that?”
That evening, they sat around the cramped kitchen table, playing cards and laughing over butterbeers (Remus and Bill with glasses of scotch), trashing talking and jeering at each other. It felt like summertime at Grimmauld place had a few years back, where Sirius would have poker tournaments. Mia had missed this feeling; the feeling of being with friends, having fun, enjoying themselves.
Shell Cottage was extremely crowded, with all the guests Bill and Fleur had staying with them, had Remus and Mia needed to stay there would not have been room. Their cabin, in contrast, could’ve housed all their guests comfortably— upon entering the large, quiet cabin late that evening, Mia felt guilty they didn’t offer to take any guests to come stay.
“We can always take people another night, for now let’s just get some rest,” Remus said, stripping off his day clothes. “I had quite a bit of fun this evening— I forgot what that was like.”
“Me too,” Mia climbed into bed and propped herself up on her side, watching Remus undress. She admired the way his muscles rippled as he lifted his shirt up over his head. “Hey— before you start putting pajamas on…”
He stopped, flashing a boyish grin at her. With a playful roar, he leapt towards her— she howled with laugher as he tickled her, not letting up until she screamed “UNCLE!!” over and over again. He stopped and pinned her arms above her head, smiling broadly.
“I love you.” He murmured.
Before she could respond, his lips crashed against hers with bruising force. Their tongues swirled together rhythmically; Remus released Mia’s wrists and tore at her panties as she tangled her hands in his hair. Clumsily, he pulled them down low enough that she could kick them off, their lips never breaking contact. She wrapped her legs around him as he slid into her, sighing against his mouth as his hips rolled against hers. She clawed at his back, digging her nails deeper into his skin the closer she got to release. When she finally finished, she saw stars as she cried out loudly, now scratching so hard she drew blood from him.
“Shit— you’re bleeding—“she panted “I’m sorry—“
“Do you see the rest of my body?” Remus chuckled “these are nothing.”
She fell asleep rather quickly in his arms that night, drifting off to whisper soft patterns drawn over her skin, and murmurs of affection.
“I love you, Amelia Lupin— I will love you forever and always— I love you, I love you…”

AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Thank you thank you thank you so much for reading thus far! I appreciate every single one of you that has been riding this long fic out with me. We are nearing the end; there is only a few more chapters to go. As excited as I am to finish out this story, I will be sad to see it end!
Stay tuned for the next few chapters, and of course please let me know your thoughts in the reviews!
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