the_debt_of_time

Frowning, Mia understood perfectly. Dorea was asking her to not change the past,
regardless of what it meant for the future.
"Remember, it is the content of a life, not the length of a life." Dorea smiled when
Mia finally reached out and took her hand. "I want you to fill many lives with joy and love.
Nothing more can be expected of you. Death cannot be avoided, so live. All of you."
Dorea looked around the room and met each set of teary eyes.
"We don't want you to die," Mia confessed. "We want you to fight."
"Am I not fighting? Do I look to be defeated?" Dorea sat up straight, her head held
proudly. "I am Dorea Black Potter, and nothing is done without my consent. Things happen
because I will them to happen. I will myself to fight, but I accept the inevitable. This is not
my end, my lovelies." She smiled sweetly, her grey eyes sparkling. "The last enemy that
shall be destroyed is Death."