Despite being utterly exhausted, Sirius had clearly waited up for Remus and Mia.
He looked relieved when he saw his girlfriend calm in Remus's arms. He stood to take her
from Remus, who handed her over willingly.
"Thanks, Moony."
"You owe me," Remus insisted with a yawn before walking out, closing the door
behind him.
Sirius smiled down at the witch in his arms as he carried her over to the bed, placing
her down on the mattress gently. "Hey, sleepy drunk kitten."
"Hey, sleepy drunk dog," Mia mumbled, tucking her hands into his hair and
accidentally pulling when he set her down. Sirius winced a little and then just decided to go
with it, collapsing on top of her. When she did not appear to mind at all, he made a pillow
of her breasts.
"You okay now?"
"Mhmm. Remus fixed me."
"He's good at that."
"Sirius?" she whispered.
"Yeah, kitten?"
"Promise me something?"
"Anything, love."
She paused and took a long, slow breath before speaking again. "Promise me
that... that you'll always trust Remus. Always remember that he'd never hurt anyone.
And... and when he needs you the most, please take care of him for me."
Sirius frowned at the request, wondering what on earth had provoked something
like that. He could not, however, find fault with the need for it. They were at war. After
Mary's death, Mia was probably terrified of losing everyone else around her. Terrified that
she, too, might die and leave them all behind. Sirius did not want to think about losing her.
He did not want to think about losing anyone else.
"I promise."
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