the_debt_of_time

Death Eaters in the sky. She could not tell him that now, not even if she tried. "You were
a prefect."
"Been a few years since Hogwarts. Didn't know I was that well-known." He
chuckled, a wonderfully familiar sound. "Auror Shacklebolt now. I wanted to personally
thank you."
"Thank me?"
"I had my back turned when those Death Eaters walked in. Your shield saved my
life from what looked like a Reductor Curse. I owe you a life debt."
"Doesn't everybody?" Mia tried not to roll her eyes because she was certain it would
make her head hurt worse. She tried to stand, wincing at the pain and gripping Remus's
arms as she used him to pull herself up. "What happened? Death Eaters got into the
hospital?" Immediate panic set in. "My family!"
"Your dad, Sirius, and James are on the other side of the wards," Remus said in a
calm voice. He nodded his head to the side, where three Aurors were waving their wands
continuously at certain angles. A group of pensive-looking Healers stood nearby,
conversing with one another in what looked like a heated argument.
"Wards?"
"This floor has been quarantined. At least this section," Kingsley informed her,
gesturing around them.
"Abraxas Malfoy is dead," Remus muttered.
Mia remembered a smug-looking Draco at the Slytherin table in Professor
Slughorn's class in her original sixth year.
"Sir, I think you knew my grandfather, Abraxas Malfoy?"
"Yes. I was sorry to hear he had died, although of course, it wasn't unexpected, dragon pox at his
age."
"Dragon pox," Mia whispered to herself.
"What?" Remus blinked, hearing her. "How did you know that?"
Shit. Well, apparently, I can tell the truth about the future by accident. Though I can't imagine
how that'll be helpful.
"I think I might have... been in and out of consciousness for a while," she lied.
"Picked up on a few things." If possible, Remus suddenly looked even more concerned,
which actually made her quite nervous.