remembering the deep hatred that Sirius had formed for his younger brother post-mortem,
in the future, only days before they had all discovered the truth about Regulus's defection.
"Secondly, I don't think you're one of them. Not really. And I think you agree with me."
Regulus did not react at all, merely stared at her coldly, holding back any emotion
or hints to how he felt in regards to her words. Mia felt terrible that she could not help
him, could not save him, but she knew how important it was that he make his own
decisions regarding Voldemort.
Slowly, she stood, dusting off her robes and pocketing her wand. "I'd avoid your
brother for a while. We'll all be graduating in a few weeks, so after that, it should be quite
easy."
She shrugged her shoulders and turned to walk away.
"Potter?" Regulus called after her, and she turned to look back. After a moment of
contemplation, he sighed, the cold fury leaving his features. "Take care of my brother."
Mia knocked on the door to the boys' dormitory and watched as Remus carefully
opened it, revealing himself and James standing in the middle of the room, while Lily sat
on the edge of Sirius's bed. Mia frowned as she stepped inside, listening as Remus shut and
re-warded the door.
"How is he?"
"Pissed off," Sirius muttered quietly, his back turned from her as his face rested on
his pillow. Mia sighed at the words and looked at Lily, pleading for a little more
information.
"We woke him up to give him the Calming Draught―"
Sirius groaned behind her, "Tastes like piss."
Lily rolled her eyes. "He's a little better."
"Better or bitter?" Mia asked.
Sirius snorted, but she assumed it was a sarcastic laugh.
"He also knows he's not allowed to leave the tower without one of us next to him,"
James explained, arms crossed over his chest. Mia could see Sirius's wand still in the pocket