the_debt_of_time

"No." Mia shook her head sadly. "You're not there when I look. Sometimes I
wonder, if I ever get back to 1998, will my friends even recognise me? You and I—
Hermione and Mia—we're different people now, aren't we?"
"Not entirely." Hermione shrugged. "I'm still somewhere in there. The logical and
loyal part of you that's quite a bit less violent and openly wanton."
"And a lot less fun too."
"Don't you have an apology to make?" Hermione said while glaring at her. "Wake
up, and get to it!"
Mia's eyes opened, and she gasped at the sudden chill that fell over her body.
She was sitting up against the cold stone wall of the Astronomy Tower, her eyes
still raw and heavy as she looked around to find that she was perfectly alone. She sighed
and tried to remember the Arithmancy calculations from her dream. It was a dream, but
the calculations were still accurate. Admitting to ultimate defeat, Mia let herself cry for
several long minutes, just to get it all out of her system. Then she stood, wiping her tears
off on the sleeve of her robes before making her way from the tower back to the Gryffindor
common room.
After a quick dash up to her own room, she quietly made her way up the staircase
to the boys' dormitories and slipped into the room shared by the Marauders. Tiptoeing
past her snoring brother, she rolled her eyes at the way his leg hung off the edge of his bed,
wrapped tightly around the twisted crimson bed sheet. She was extra quiet as she passed
Sirius's bed, knowing that his hearing was very nearly as sensitive as Remus's. She narrowed
her eyes at the sight of Peter's bed, thankful that his curtains were closed so she did not
have to look at him sleeping peacefully when so many others were not.
Herself included.
"Are you going to just stand there?" Remus asked from inside his own closed
curtains.
Mia sighed, realising it was stupid to think she could slip in unnoticed. Pushing
down her lingering pride, she slowly pulled back Remus's curtains, revealing him leaning
against the headboard of his bed, red sheets pulled up to his waist. Mia winced over the
fact that he was shirtless. He had to make this harder, didn't he? She brought her attention to
his face and noticed that he was glaring at her. Still pissed off then. Right.