Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Six
Amber Eyes
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
(Broken - Seether)September 19th, 1998Remus held his breath, his heart pounding with anticipation.
The bright, blue light faded from his vision, leaving behind a witch kneeling on the
ground and clutching her stomach.
He waited nervously, frozen in fear as his gaze raked over her familiar form. He had
just seen Hermione at Grimmauld Place. But was she still Hermione?
She let out a few soft coughs before taking several deep breaths, her hands fisted.
Barefoot and wearing nothing but a pair of green hot pants and a Gryffindor Quidditch
jersey, long honey-brown curls fell over her shoulder, loosely braided. She slowly turned
around, meeting his gaze uncertainly.
"Remus?" she whispered.
His eyes stung with unshed tears as he met her red-rimmed stare.
Amber eyes. She had amber eyes. Not daring to hope just yet, he swallowed nervously,
his steps slow and precise as he moved toward her. The oversized Quidditch jersey slipped
off of her shoulder when she stood up, revealing a silver crescent-shaped scar. Remus's
eyes widened as the wolf inside his head howled in recognition of the mark.
He rushed forward and scooped her into his arms.
Mia sobbed loudly against his chest; he could already feel her tears soaking his shirt.
He stroked the back of her head and breathed in her scent, repeatedly kissing her hair as
she cried. She was alive and here, safe in his arms.
"No, no, no."
Remus pulled away from her, cupping her face in his hands to stare into those amber
eyes. "Mia?"