the_debt_of_time

Late into the night, Dorea Potter's room was a crowded place. Healers had taken to
working around the bodies that surrounded the bed, having already met the powerful rage
that came from trying to separate the teenagers from their mother against their will.
Charlus remained by Dorea's side, her pale green hand held tenderly within his. On
the other side of the bed, Mia had transfigured a table into a small sofa where she curled
into the arms of her brother. She had offered to make it longer to accommodate the rest
of them, but each of the remaining Marauders had reasons not to get too close.
Peter sat near the door, the furthest place from Dorea's side without actually leaving
the room. For once, Mia did not take offence at his actions, knowing that he was more
than likely reliving his own mother's stay at St Mungo's after her attack by Death Eaters.
Sirius, on the other hand, placed himself in the corner of the room, knees pulled to
his chest, wearing a cold look on his face that Mia recognised as guilt. She wanted to
comfort him, assure him that none of this was his fault, but she did not have the strength.
Not yet.
Remus was the only one who stayed outside the room, though he kept a constant
watch from his chair just outside the door. He divided his attention between Dorea's room
and the long corridor where he had run into his father earlier that day.
Unlike James and Mia, who were worried for the one mother they had, Sirius for
the one he had chosen, or Peter who reflected on his own back at home, Remus was
anxiously and nervously worried both about the mother who had taken him into her home
when he no longer had one of his own as well as the mother who had given him life; the
one who was, to their knowledge, still alive somewhere a few floors above him.
From her place on the sofa, Mia kept an eye on him.
While Mia could not see a face, a slender hand held out a small cup toward Remus,
thick steam billowing out the top of it. She relaxed when she heard Lily's voice.
"I brought you some hot chocolate."
Remus looked up, actually smiling a little as he accepted the drink. "Thanks, Lily."
She quickly pulled a chair over to sit beside him, reaching out to take his hand within
her own to offer comfort and support. Mia knew that she was one of very few witches who
could do so without making him uncomfortable.
"Mia told me about your mum. And your father. Do you know anything yet?"