Chapter Sixty-Six
Unwell
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
But those are just a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years learning how to survive
And I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive
(Emotionless - Good Charlotte)June 25th, 1977The sun had barely set over the horizon of orchard trees behind Potter Manor.
Despite it being late June, a soft summer breeze compelled Mia to cuddle into Remus's
side in search of heat, and she grinned when he wrapped a large arm around her shoulders
and tugged her closer. They stared out at the lush reds, pinks, and oranges painted against
the sky, and for the first time in a long while, the two had relative privacy in the manor—
although Tilly was always somewhere nearby. Besides the house-elf, though, Mia and Remus
were alone. James and Sirius had taken the motorbike out for a test run after tweaking the
engine. Dorea was at St Mungo's dealing with hospital board members and something she
was trying to organise but had yet to give details on. And Charlus had gone to the Leaky
to meet up with some old friends; Mia gathered this meant "secret meeting with
Dumbledore."
"What do you want to do after Hogwarts?" Remus asked, stroking his fingers up
and down her bare arm.
"I thought we agreed on no future talk?" Mia teased, watching with a curious glance
as Remus's cheeks coloured a little. "I'm not sure. I've considered going to work at the
Ministry. Nothing too important at first, but maybe work my way up the ladder and actually
make a difference." That had been true in her original timeline as well, despite the multiple
times Harry and Ron had pleaded with her to join the Aurors with them.
"I could see you doing something like that. What department?"
Mia slowly sat up, scooting a bit away from him. "Don't get angry."
"Ugh." He scowled in understanding, not needing her to say it. He straightened his
posture, running a hand through his hair in frustration and staring at her incredulously.