the_debt_of_time

"No." Mia shook her head, trying to rid herself of the image of dead Death Eaters
and Voldemort.
Lily stepped closer. "Mia, I think you should―"
"She said no, Evans! Back off!" James snapped at her.
Mia watched as a look of shock passed over Lily's features at James's anger; she had
only seen him angry a few times in the years that they had known one another, and never
once had it been directed at her. She gulped at the sight, clearly caught completely off-guard
by this version of the boy who had sought after her for so many years.
Taking a breath, Lily threw her shoulders back and lifted her chin determinedly.
"No. She's my friend, and I've been watching her go through this for six years." She stepped
closer to the bed, ignoring the dirty look that James continued to give her.
At least Sirius and Remus looked guilty over the news that Lily had known about
Mia's nightmares, which meant that she had been having them during times when they had
not been able to help her.
"You can't just put a plaster on a problem like this and hope it goes away."
"What's a plaster?" Sirius asked, his brows furrowed in confusion. Everyone ignored
him.
"Evans," James growled. "You have no idea... no right to―"
Mia put a hand on her brother's arm. "Jamie, it's fine."
"It's not."
"I'm a Muggle-born," she blurted out.
"Mia!" James shouted, his hazel eyes wide. Remus, Sirius, and Lily all stared at the
siblings, looks of confusion and shock covering their faces.
"Jamie, I'm so tired of secrets," Mia admitted quietly, a sob being held in the back
of her throat. She frowned, wishing she could say more and unburden herself of all of her
secrets, but Dumbledore had spelled her to prevent exactly that. "They're killing me. It's
too much. It's too heavy, and I can't keep them all in anymore."
"I don't understand.. ." Sirius gaped. "How are you Muggle-born?"
"I'm adopted," Mia confessed. "The Potters took me in a month before we all
started Hogwarts. My family—my biological family," she corrected herself at the look of
sadness on James's face, "they're.. ." in the future... somewhere in Australia,
Obliviated, "gone... because of Death Eaters. Because of You-Know-Who," she added,