Wolfsbane Potion. Memories of pulling Sirius from the veil, and of Remus crying over the
thought of his child being infected with lycanthropy. A vision of them both being tortured
by Death Eaters, and Voldemort with the Elder Wand aimed at her.
And nothing of James.
"Mia?" Remus whispered gently, reaching across the table to touch her hand.
"Where'd you go?"
"Far away," she admitted sadly and then turned to look at James and Sirius, who
looked just as worried. "Stop. I'm fine."
She finished her breakfast and pushed her plate away, but not before grabbing the
last two pieces of bacon she had not finished and setting them onto Remus's plate. He
looked up at her with a grateful smile but scowled when Sirius snatched one piece up for
himself.
"You boys go ahead with Divination if you'd like. Write down all your little
predictions and let me know what you 'see,'" she said, actually bringing her fingers up to
use air quotes sarcastically. "I'll be more than happy to tell you how wrong they are."
A part of her thought how amusing it would be to really pretend to be a Seer. She
would become the most famous Seer of all considering how much she knew about the
future. As laughable as the thought was, it was equally dangerous. Mia could not imagine
what Voldemort would do to her if he knew that she had detailed knowledge of his eventual
destruction.
In the end, only Peter kept the course, which was fine with her as it was one less
class where she had to look at him.
Despite standing firm on Divination, she had still broken down when James, Sirius,
and Remus had guilted her into changing her choice of electives. While she kept Ancient
Runes to stay close to Remus and Lily, she now stood outside the castle near the Forbidden
Forest where a large group of small pens had been put together to look like a Muggle
petting zoo.
A battle-worn man leant against a large post, looking grumpy as though someone
had just rained on his parade.