the_debt_of_time

trademark sneer on his face and long pale hair flowing behind him as he stormed away
from an open door. She moved to follow him but stopped to peek inside the room he had
vacated.
A stricken Narcissa Malfoy sat in a hospital bed, hands over her eyes, weeping into
her palms.
Mia raised a brow, her feet leading her into the room on their own. "Narcissa?"
The blonde's head shot up, eyes wide. "What are you doing here?"
"Are you okay?" Mia asked, genuinely concerned for the witch.
"Obviously not. I'm in hospital!" Narcissa snarled.
"I saw your husband just leave," Mia said, ignoring Narcissa's sour attitude. She did
not have the energy for it, and knowing that Sirius had always taken kindly to his cousin—
for some reason—she felt it would be in bad taste to be rude to the woman. "Did he hurt
you?"
"Not today, dear," Narcissa said with a light tone and a roll of her eyes. "Are you
following him or something?"
"No. I'm here because Sirius was almost killed tonight," Mia replied, her tone hard
and cold.
Narcissa gaped, eyes briefly softening. "He... They.. ." She inhaled sharply. "Is
he... I mean to say, he lived?"
"Barely."
Mia glanced around the room, catching sight of the phials left on the table beside
the bed: Pain Relief Potion, Blood Replenishing Potion, and Calming Draught. "If you mix
rose thorns with red clover it creates a fairly helpful fertility potion. Though, you should
wait to be fully healed before you use it. It works best if brewed in the autumn and drunk
under a full moon."
Narcissa narrowed her eyes. "How did you... ?"
Mia indicated the phials. "Your potions. Plus, you look fairly pale, more so than
usual. Also, Lucius Malfoy seems like the type of arsehole who would leave his wife alone
at a time like this."
Narcissa's bottom lip quivered, betraying her cold façade. "He's just upset because
he wants a child, and I am incapable of holding onto one."