the_debt_of_time

moment of what looked like regret. "Does it hurt? I'm sorry that you'll have to let it heal
naturally."
Mia waved him off. "I don't mind."
"Others might. If people see it, they won't understand."
"I don't need them to. I wear this mark proudly, Remus."
Sirius smiled, angling his head to look at his own scar. "I like mine as well. And I
didn't have to even get bit."
Mia rolled her eyes. "It's a reminder that what happened was a ritual. A magical
binding, something powerful and sacred. These scars are a reminder of how loved by us
you are."
"No, thank you, Sirius," Sirius sarcastically interrupted her revered thoughts. "You're
such a wonderful lover and so very generous when it comes to sharing your witch. What?
You saved your best friend's life? How noble and handsome you are! The songs people
will sing about your legend will be legendary!"
Mia laughed, shoving at his chest. "Ugh, get dressed. We need to inform everyone
that Remus isn't dying."
"Dressed with what, kitten?" Sirius looked around, and smirked when he caught the
look in Mia's eyes as she realised just exactly how naked the three of them were, and in
broad daylight—as Remus so kindly had pointed out moments earlier.
Quickly rediscovering her inhibitions, she squeaked before trying to cover her
exposed bits, causing both wizards to laugh at the unnecessary display.
"Remus, tear up my robes." Mia gestured to the black pile of fabric at the foot of a
nearby tree. "I'll transfigure something for each of us, I suppose."
Minutes later, the trio made their way to the manor, Sirius wrapped around Mia.
She was draped in a transfigured bit of black cloth that looked like the leather skirt she had
worn to the Black Sabbath concert a year earlier, her top resembling one of Mary's bikinis.
Remus and Sirius each wore a set of loose, black and green pants, but there had not been
enough fabric to create shirts, so the wizards remained bare-chested.
"Do you think Lily and Jamie are awake yet?" Mia asked.
Before either man could reply, they came face-to-face with an annoyed-looking Lily
and James, who looked quite a bit less irritable than any of them imagined he would after
waking to discover his sister, best friend, and dying mate gone from the manor.