the_debt_of_time

"Molly," Remus said, holding his hands up in supplication, "I know you're upset,
but you don't understand the situation."
The fact that they were not denying the accusations only seemed to enrage Molly
further.
"I understand perfectly well, Remus Lupin! She was your student! And now you both
think you can defile her... Remus, you're a married man with a child! And you," she said,
looking back at Sirius, unaware of the seething witch behind her whose hair was sparking
at the ends. "I always knew you were no good."
"Molly, you need to back away very slowly," Sirius cautioned her, his eyes flickering
to Mia. "I say this because you're emotional right now and completely ignorant as to what's
happening, but you are in actual, physical danger at the moment."
"Mrs Weasley." Harry stood, looking over Molly's shoulder to where Mia stood,
clenching her fists and breathing out her nose, eyes narrowed into slits. "I really think you
should listen to Sirius."
"The only ones in danger right now," Molly said, ignoring Harry as well as she
pointed at Sirius and Remus, "are these two... leches! Hermione, dear, you're coming
home with me right this second! Oh," she said, surprised by the close proximity as she
turned around to come face to face with Mia. "Are you all right, sweet girl? Ronald told me
everything. We'll get you some place safe. Did they hurt you? Nasty wizards!" She spun
back on the men, glaring first at Remus. "I expected better from you, Remus Lupin!" Her
gaze fell on Sirius again. "You on the other hand―"
"Molly," Mia said softly, her tone concealing the primal, protective rage pulsing
beneath her skin in time with her heartbeat and her magic. When the redhead turned to
look at her once more, Mia reached a hand into her pocket. "Can you swim?"