the_debt_of_time

"What my little brother means to say is, 'thank you,'" Bill said, eyeing Charlie with
mild disdain as though he were aware that Mia could snatch back the gifted coins as easily
as she had given them away.
"You're welcome." Mia smiled brightly down at the boys. She could almost envision
the Burrow and smell the wonderful aromas coming out of it. Molly Weasley's cooking was
high on a list of things she missed most from 1998. "Happy Christmas."
She left the shop, lost in thoughts of the other timeline—summers at the Burrow,
and the family that had all but adopted her into the Wizarding world—and was not paying
attention to where she was going. Unfortunately, neither was the child that crashed right
into her.
"Whoops, sorry!"
Mia braced herself against the brick wall of the building, looking down at the back
of a small head of black hair belonging to a little girl who was now kneeling on the ground.
Leaning down, Mia offered a hand to the girl. "Are you all right?"
"Sure am," the little girl answered, taking Mia's extended hand and then releasing it
upon standing to dust off her clothes. She smiled up at Mia with a toothy grin; the middle
front two teeth were presently missing.
"When you're dead clumsy you learn to be res-res-resilient. That's what my dad calls
me. Says I got enough scar tissue to make myself a good set of armour. See?" she proudly
declared, gesturing to the patches of scars on her knees. Just as she looked away, her head
of black hair quickly turned brown and then blond in an instant.
Mia's mouth fell open. "Tonks?"
The little girl's eyes brightened excitedly, but before she could speak, she was tugged
protectively into the embrace of what could only be her mother. "Do we know you?"
The woman looked at Mia with deep-set eyes, though these were kind as opposed
to angry and insane like her older sister. She wore a long black dress beneath her robes, her
hair pulled back in a tight knot with perfectly set curls that reminded Mia immediately of
her late mother, Dorea. Andromeda Tonks was the picture perfect image of what a
pureblood witch should be, save for the half-blood child now dangling off of her arm,
sticking her tongue through the gap in her teeth, clearly bored and easily distracted.
Mia smiled softly. "You must be Andromeda."