By not changing the future, she would leave Sirius broken—twelve years in
Azkaban.
Who could possibly forgive her for that?
"Mia?" Remus asked her again, drawing her back to him. "Mia, what did Sirius do?"
Nothing, she thought. He's an innocent man. He didn't deserve it.
She had to tell Remus something, so she whispered, "McKinnon," knowing it made
the most sense right now.
"That arsehole." Remus sighed and kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry, love. I pushed
you into this too soon."
"Remus? I... I think something bad is going to happen to Sirius, and I don't know
how to stop it." She frowned, thinking of everything in the future. Sirius blasted off his
family tree, framed for the murder of his friends, losing everything and everyone, and
imprisoned for twelve years.
"Mia, it's not your job to fix the world," Remus whispered softly, rolling off of her
and wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close up against him and moulding her
back to his chest. "Sirius needs to figure out how to take care of himself."
Remus tucked himself back into his trousers and relaxed against the grass.
Eventually, Mia stopped crying, and he could make out the soft puffs of breath against his
neck indicating sleep. Knowing she needed it, and he could use the rest as well, Remus
stayed put.
Minutes later, something burned in his pocket, and Remus carefully reached into
his trousers, removing the Galleon and glaring at it.
Where's Mia?- SB
Remus remained silent as he replied, not wanting to disturb the girl in his arms.
Our job!- RL
He glared down at the message that he sent back to his friend, reminding him of
the oath they had taken years ago. When Sirius did not reply immediately, Remus sent
another message to further his point.