Chapter Ninety-Two
Filthy Half-Breeds
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat
(Shake it Out - Florence + The Machine)May 7th, 1979195,135 Grains of Sand LeftWhen word reached the Order that someone from the other side was looking to
defect, all other missions took a back seat. Mia stopped training Sirius, Alice, and Frank in
Occlumency, but not before Sirius figured out how to control the memories that popped
into his head when Mia wandered inside of his mind. She was certain that, had headaches
not always followed their sessions, her boyfriend would use this talent as a new form of
foreplay.
James, Lily, Peter, and Mary were constantly being sent on missions to protect
locally-threatened Muggle-borns and known blood-traitors, as well as to have extra sets of
eyes and ears at stake-out locations. Frank, Alice, Sirius, and the rest of the Aurors in the
Order were the official presence during some of the more violent takedowns involving
Death Eaters.
Meanwhile, Mia had been reallocated to her post inside the Ministry where she was
to do absolutely nothing for the Order until Dumbledore or Moody declared otherwise.
Her days were filled with worry for her friends and family, intermingled with the monotony
of her parchment-pushing job. The few moments of entertaining interruption came from
Arthur, who was all too eager to sit around Mia's office and talk about Muggle culture,
potential future Ministry reforms, and his wonderful family. Molly, it turned out, was
pregnant again, and Arthur was absolutely positive that this one would not only be the last
child they would have, but also a girl.
Mia bet him five Galleons he was wrong.