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forward to having with him." When Remus kept laughing, she smacked his arm. "Get rid
of that cocky smirk, Moony."
"Fine, fine." Remus took a deep, cleansing breath and released it slowly as his
laughter died down. "So, what do we do now?"
"Well, I've got to figure out a way to explain this new scar to everyone else." She
looked down at her arm and frowned. "I suppose during Easter hols I can disappear for a
while and then say I got attacked by Death Eaters."
Remus's former smile faded instantly, and he shook his head. "You can't do that,"
he insisted. "Mia, if Sirius thinks you got attacked, he'll go spare. Not to mention James.
They'll blame themselves. I would. I still kind of am." A part of him was still angry with his
future self for not being with Sirius and Mi—Hermione when they had been attacked at the
Malfoy's home.
"I'll figure something out. Let's go." Mia raised her wand in the air and gestured for
Remus to do the same. When he did, they were pulled from the Pensieve and landed right
back in Dumbledore's office.
Remus turned to the headmaster, although he did not appear to have been waiting
for them. A letter was in his hand, and the twinkle had vanished from his blue eyes. Remus
frowned at the sight and took a step closer to the old wizard. "Sir? Is everything all right?"
"No, unfortunately," Dumbledore replied, still looking at the letter. "I would
wonder if the two of you could be so kind as to fetch Miss Evans for me."
Mia paled. "What's wrong?"
"It appears that there was an accident," Dumbledore explained mournfully. "Miss
Evans's parents died last night."