the_debt_of_time

Unlike the Burrow, Potter Manor had plenty of room to spare for a large crowd.
The dining room was opened up, and Tilly set to excitedly making a feast. When Molly
arrived and headed for the kitchen, everyone could overhear her arguing with the elf over
the proper temperature to cook a treacle tart.
Laughing, Mia carried several bottles of wine to the table and handed them to Sirius
for approval and distribution.
He tugged at her until she collapsed onto his lap, rolling her eyes as he wrapped his
arms around her. He looked content that she remain exactly where she was as they drank
wine and ate whatever Tilly and Molly decided to put in front of them—should the elf and
witch actually come to an agreement.
Mia smiled and kissed his lips gently, ignoring the way that Fred and George, who
were sitting to Sirius's right, were grinning at them. When she pulled her attention away
from Sirius and took the seat to his left next to Harry, she noticed he was looking a bit
anxious.
"You all right?"
Harry silently bobbed his head and took an impressive gulp from his glass of
firewhisky.
That can't be good, Mia thought to herself.
She had little time to ponder the thought as Teddy cried out from the other side of
the table between his parents, sobbing as Tonks refused to let him have a sip of her wine.
Large tears dripped down his plump cheeks as he reached out for her. "Mi! Mi! Mi!"
Juice, Mia mouthed to Remus, who sighed dramatically and waved his hand over
Tonks's wine glass, transfiguring the fermented liquid to plain grape juice. He looked back
at her with devoted appreciation, and she winked at him in reply as a grateful Tonks lifted
the glass of purple liquid to Teddy's mouth.
Arthur sat beside Harry, eagerly exchanging Ministry and Gringotts gossip with Bill.
Fleur leant back in her chair miserably, glaring at her glass of water as though it had
offended her. She occasionally glanced down at her swollen abdomen before raising her
gaze to her husband, looking like she was mentally fighting the urge to steal his small
tumbler of firewhisky.
At one end of the table, the Slytherins all huddled together. Narcissa and Laurel
were giggling over the wedding plans for Draco and Astoria. Though the event was more