the_debt_of_time

"I.. ." Mia frowned and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I have, it's just... He's so
young. It's not fair."
She made her way to the side of the bed, looking down at an unconscious Remus.
In the future, he would be able to wake himself shortly after sunrise, but now, being so
small and so young, the pain was too much to bear. She shook herself and stiffened her
spine. "He needs a Calming Draught while I heal his wounds."
"It's on the table, dear." Madam Pomfrey pointed, and Mia nodded, reaching for
the phial. After tipping the potion down Remus's throat, she examined the small scars
scattered around his face, noticing that they were not from Moony's claws, but more than
likely from the wolf throwing himself against the shack in frustration. Some even still had
splinters in them that Mia slowly and carefully removed.
After Madam Pomfrey gently levitated and flipped Remus's body, Mia turned her
attention to the deep wound that ran the length of his back along his spine, knowing this
was where his skin split open during the transformation. Lifting her wand, she syphoned
off the blood silently before repairing the skin. She did her best to remain emotionless
despite the fact that it reminded her of the immediate aftermath of war.
"You're quite skilled at that, Miss Potter. May I ask if you were a Healer in your
previous life?"
Mia frowned, thinking of the war. "No, just... skills I had to pick up over the
years."
"Perhaps with this second chance at life you've been given, those skills could be put
to good use in a career," Madam Pomfrey offered with a kind smile.
"I'm grateful that I have years to think about it," Mia admitted. Remus's letter told
her to live and enjoy her life. She would do so by not worrying about the future. At least,
no more than she needed to.
"He should wake soon," Madam Pomfrey cautioned as she watched Mia apply
drops of Dittany to the marks on Remus's face. "There's more Calming Draught and Pain
Potions should you have need. I'll leave the two of you alone."
Being alone, waiting for Remus to wake up, Mia recalled the first time she had
helped to heal her friend.
"It's all my fault," Hermione cried into her hands. "I should have asked Snape to teach me
before―"