Chapter One Hundred Forty-Two
Bad Ideas
I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savouring this heart that's healing
(All Around Me - Flyleaf)October 31st, 1998"It's a bad idea," Sirius said to Remus over breakfast while Mia was in the shower
getting ready for the day.
They had slept a few more hours after he had woken to find the witch kissing the
stag tattoo on his back, which was a great deal healthier than what he and Remus usually
did to cope with Halloween. The hangovers they were currently nursing while the Sober-
Up Potion finished brewing was proof enough of that.
"Maybe she needs this," Remus suggested as he drained his third cup of coffee.
"Mum said to drink water," Sirius said, reminding him of Dorea's strict rules for
hangovers before changing the subject back. "And yes, she might need this, but I don't
think she's ready."
"She's technically already been there. Didn't you say that you, Hermione, and Harry
went to Godric's Hollow last year on Christmas?"
"And then got ambushed by Death Eaters. Not my best Christmas ever," Sirius said
with a scowl. "Then again, I did kill Dolohov, so it wasn't exactly my worst."
"You're probably right," Remus said. "It's only been a little over a month for her. I
know she understands that they're gone, but emotionally they might as well be on an
extended honeymoon. Will Harry be okay?"
Sirius remembered how his godson had broken down at the sight of his parents'
graves. It reminded him that it had been years since he had visited Charlus and Dorea's
final resting places. Making a mental note to revisit that thought later, he focused on Harry.
"The first time was a shock to his system, I think. He'd never seen their graves before.
Then again, neither had I."