the_debt_of_time

"Yes. I need to see Professor Dumbledore. I want to make sure that we're all okay
to head home now that Jamie's awake." She turned and rushed back toward the castle as
unshed tears stung her eyes.
She had waited six years to tell him the truth, to try and change something. Six years
she had followed each rule as it had been set out before her, and, finally, when she got the
courage to do something about it and tell someone something... she could not.
A part of her knew why.
Dumbledore had spelled her not to.
"Lemon drops," Mia hissed at the gargoyle before it opened the staircase that led to
the headmaster's office. Without knocking, she burst through the door to find the old
wizard sitting behind his large desk and a baby Fawkes on his golden perch beside him. In
the chair opposite Albus Dumbledore sat her mother looking up at her with a frown.
Mia turned on the headmaster, tears spilling onto her face. She wiped them away
immediately, not wanting to look weak. "What did you do to me?"
"Mia, love, come and sit down." Dorea reached for her daughter's hand, gesturing
to the chair beside her.
Mia turned and looked at her mother with wide eyes as realisation fell over her.
"You knew," she whispered. "You knew that he did something to me?"
"We've talked about this before, love." Dorea sighed, looking regretful and angry
about the situation. Mia wondered if Dumbledore had threatened Obliviation. "If the war
is won in the future, you cannot try and change that. It's too important."
"What did you do?" Mia turned and scowled at the headmaster. "I tried to tell Sirius
th-that―" she tried, but the words would not come out, and she gritted her teeth in
frustration.
"I am deeply sorry." Dumbledore sighed sadly, and it made Mia bitter because she
believed he truly was remorseful over whatever it was he had done to her. "When you came
to me several months ago, eager to tell me secrets about the future and the war, I felt it was
necessary to take precautions to prevent you from telling anyone. It's a spell called Tacere
Veritas, modified specifically for you. It will prevent you from intentionally speaking about
the future in order to change its outcome."
"You don't understand," Mia sobbed as she fell into the chair beside her mother,
who immediately wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "I have to s-save―" James and