the_debt_of_time

Something about his words made anxiety bubble up inside of her. The past few days
had been too much. James almost dying at the hands of future Death Eaters. Sirius's life
being threatened so openly, and on Hogwarts grounds no less—the one place they were
supposed to be safe. All this talk of Azkaban and death and Unforgivables brought back a
flash of memories that Mia had worked so very hard to repress over the years. The image
of an escaped Sirius Black in the Shrieking Shack, dementors breaking onto the Hogwarts
Express, Harry telling her how he could hear his parents when the dementors were near—
hear them screaming as they were murdered by Voldemort.
"Sirius... I need to tell you something," she said as the words began to rush up her
throat, begging to be set free. Screw Remus's letter and his rules. Screw Dumbledore and
his condescending looks and his fucking Greater Good. She would change everything. She
would save them all.
"Azkaban can be broken out of. I know this because y-you―" She tried to say the
words but a bubble formed in her throat, and her tongue felt numb. Just nerves, she thought
and tried again. "B-Because y-you―" Her eyes widened in a panic when she realised
something was wrong. Something was preventing her from speaking the truth. She tried
once more, but felt woozy, only hearing the words in her head: Because you broke out of it in
1993, after being imprisoned for twelve years.
"You all right?" Sirius rose a brow.
Mia shook her head and tried a different tactic.
"Sirius―" James and Lily are going to be killed, Peter is a traitor! "I―" know that your brother
is going to become a Death Eater, and Snape too. "I'm―" from the future! "No!" She pushed her
hands through her hair in frustration, shaking as she felt this unfamiliar magic pooling in
her throat and her head, stopping her from telling him.
"Mia?"
"It's nothing," Mia mumbled, letting go of her hair and biting her thumbnail in
contemplation. She did not care one bit that she likely looked mental. She would later
blame it on stress. "I was just thinking that if anyone could break out of Azkaban, it would
probably be one of you." She smiled sadly. "Just don't try to prove me right by ending up
there, okay?"
"I'll do my best. You do the same, yeah?" he asked, and Mia nodded, trying to hold
back tears. "You sure you're all right?"