the_debt_of_time

This was Sirius. Sirius Black. Her Sirius. No, no, not her Sirius. Her Sirius was not
even her Sirius, and he was almost thirty years in the future waiting around for her, the day
after her nineteenth birthday when they were supposed to talk about their bond.
Their bond!
Mia's eyes widened as she looked at the boy, wondering if the bond still existed here
and now. She recalled reading about the life debt ritual and how it was supposed to exist
throughout time and space, but did that mean time travel as well? Certainly not. Hesitantly,
she tried to seek out that magical feeling inside of her but came up empty. Something was
missing.
"I'm... fine," she finally answered Sirius's original question, trying to distract
herself from gawking at him.
His lovely aristocratic angles were hidden beneath the softer features of his face,
but she knew that those rounded cheeks leftover from childhood would soon fade to reveal
a chiselled jaw. His fair skin—not sickly pale, like when she had first seen him in the
Shrieking Shack—contrasted dashingly against the shiny black hair that hung just past his
ears. Without the aged lines, numerous scars, and tattoos, Mia struggled to search the boy's
face for the man who had left her in his family library just days ago.
There was the smallest hint of mischief in the boy's eyes, and Mia smiled.
Found you, Sirius, she thought to herself.
He gestured to her knee, pulling her out of her daze. "You're bleeding is what you
are."
She frowned and looked down, embarrassed.
"Here," Sirius pulled a silk handkerchief from the pocket of his finely made robes—
finer than even her own, which was truly saying something as Tilly's seamstress skills were
excellent. He knelt down at her side and held out the handkerchief.
She eyed the black silk, taking immediate notice of the Black family crest
embroidered in silver in the corner of the cloth. "Are you sure? This looks expensive."
He smirked. "All the better to ruin it, then."
She smiled gratefully and pressed the cloth to her small wound, wiping the blood
from her skin. "I'm H—Mia, by the way."
James returned at a jog. "What an arse! You okay, Mia?" he asked, concern and
irritation in his voice.