the_debt_of_time

"My, my, my, what big eyes you have," she said sweetly, trying to get a smile out of
him.
Remus was not playing, and his scowl deepened. "The better to see through your
bullshit with."
She flinched at his tone. "I deserve that. Scoot over please, I don't want to wake the
others."
His face softened slightly as he moved to the side, allowing her to crawl into bed
with him. She closed the curtains behind her and watched as he threw up a Silencing
Charm.
Without another word, Mia turned and faced him, pulling her jumper over her head
and throwing it to the foot of the bed. Remus whimpered at the sight of her skin, his green
eyes lingering over the swell of her breasts, encased in his favourite pink lace bra that James
had fetched from the lake.
"Mia... you can't just take off your clothes and expect me to―"
"I got this scar the summer that Sirius was attacked," Mia said, interrupting him as
she pointed to the long, thin, purple line over her ribs.
Remus's eyes widened and his mouth fell open, shocked at her confession.
She frowned but continued speaking, doing what Hermione instructed her to do.
Work through the loopholes of Dumbledore's Truth Spell. She lucked into the fact that
the "summer that Sirius was attacked" could refer to both 1976—when he had been
attacked by Death Eaters in his own home—as well as 1996—when Sirius fell into the veil
after being attacked by Bellatrix. No lies, no complete truths.
"I can't tell you how, or why, or honestly what curse it even was. It was a Death
Eater, one that's already been dealt with," she said, knowing that Dolohov had been killed
by Sirius in the Battle of Godric's Hollow. "Dumbledore knows, and he―" has prevented me
from telling you everything. "It's sensitive information, and I can't tell you. Dumbledore made
it so that I can't tell anyone."
Remus sat up straight. He had been running his finger over the scar on her ribs, his
eyes never leaving hers as she spoke. When she mentioned Dumbledore, his gaze hardened.
"He put you under an Unbreakable Vow?"
"It's not that," she promised. "It's... something else."