the_debt_of_time

her common room, appearing far more uncomfortable than she had ever pictured him to
be, and staring at her as though he could read her thoughts.
"Don't look at me like that, Lily." Remus scowled, embarrassed. "I didn't write the
werewolf rules; I barely know them myself. Mia only figured it out because she reads so
fucking much. Weren't we here in the first place to deal with Mia and Sirius?"
"Oh, we'll get back to that," Lily insisted, turning to look back at Sirius, Mia, and
James. "So, when exactly are you going to seal the Pack Bond?"
"Never!" James shouted.
"But won't it strengthen the bond and your magic? That could be really helpful
considering there's a war going on. Not to mention how it could keep you safe, even heal
you if necessary."
None of them could deny her logic, save for Remus, who stated firmly, "I'm not
going to bite anyone!"
"I mean, it seems like it would be a good idea, and if all of you are linked, then really
only Mia has to—See?" Lily smiled at Remus, pointing her finger at the irritable look Sirius
was giving her accompanied by a territorial growl. "And now we're back to Sirius and Mia's
problems. So, you two, get over it. It's not magic bringing you together. If it was, you'd be
together. You're not," she said in a tone of voice she usually reserved for ignorant third
years. "You're both miserable prats when you're not together, but you've clearly chosen to
avoid each other. So make a different choice, and just be together."
"How romantic, Lily," Mia said sarcastically. "You should write poetry."
Sirius snorted.
"Drink." Lily shoved a recently refilled glass toward Sirius, who had long since given
up the fight and did as she asked. "Sirius, do you want to be with Mia?"
"Yes," Sirius replied, the word heavy on his breath.
"Why?"
"Because she completes me," he answered, relinquishing his control to the truth
serum that coursed through his veins. "She was the first person in my life to ever show me
affection without manipulating me at the same time. She never hesitates to run her fingers
through my hair, because she knows it comforts me." He smiled to himself. "She makes
me feel wanted, makes me feel... good and not damaged." He finally looked up at the
witch in question, who was struggling to breathe as her eyes met his. "Besides, she's the