the_debt_of_time

"Miss Potter, Mr Lupin, what a wonderful surprise. I had been meaning to send for
you later, Miss Potter, as I happen to have a birthday gift for you. Well, not so much a gift,
since it is an item you once let me borrow."
"An item? You mean it's my... ?" Mia looked longingly as she held out her hand,
and a small box was placed into her palm.
"Yes." The old wizard smiled. "Unfortunately, I have been unable to find any use
for it."
Mia frowned and tucked the box into her robes without mentioning what it was.
"Thank you, sir. Speaking of... the item, other things in relation have surfaced." She
pushed up her sleeve and held out her forearm to the headmaster.
Dumbledore frowned at the scar. "Oh dear."
When the headmaster's blue-eyed gaze fell on him next, Remus shrank under it as
though he had done something wrong; but, then again, hadn't he? His future self had
thrown an innocent witch back in time. It was awful, horrible, immoral, and, not to
mention, illegal!
"I suppose, then, it's time for Remus Lupin of the present to begin his journey to
becoming the Remus Lupin of your future?"
Mia nodded. "Yes, Professor. Remus explained that, as a werewolf, no one can
properly gain information from him by Legilimency. I've shown him the letter, and I wish
to explain things by way of Pensieve."
"Interesting way around the truth spell, Miss Potter, since you neither had to speak
or write words of the future yourself," Dumbledore commented.
Mia kept her face expressionless other than a dangerously raised brow, eerily
reminding Remus of Dorea. Unlike the bravest of men, Dumbledore did not curdle in fear
at the sight. Remus suspected that he should have.
"I did not think you would simply show anyone the truth."
"Yes, I've been told I'm quite cunning in this timeline," Mia said, letting the corners
of her mouth turn up into a smirk.
"You know," the headmaster began with a smile, "I sometimes think we sort too
soon."
"So, it's true, then?" Remus interrupted. "Mia's really from the future?"