the_debt_of_time

"Are you still Hermione?" he asked quietly, not meeting her stare.
She remembered waking up that first morning in 1971 with James in her bed,
thinking he was Harry. Realising that he was not her best friend had been devastating to
her in the moment. She assumed Harry was feeling that same worry—that he had lost her
forever.
Mia reached out, touching his face affectionately. "Yes. I'm still me. I've just...
been lost for a very long time." She brushed Harry's hair from his forehead again with a
smile, watching as it fell back in his face, covering the scar. "Merlin, you look just like
Jamie."
"Jamie?" Harry smirked. "I've never heard anyone call my dad that before."
"That's because I was the only one allowed to." She continued smiling as she looked
him over. "I can't believe how much you look like him."
"Except for the eyes?" Harry asked with a crooked grin.
Mia smiled and then nodded, pressing her lips tightly together as she fought back
the tears that were trying to resurface. "This is going to be hard. I didn't want to have to
do this again."
"Again?"
"The first year or so being with Jamie was hard because he looked like you, and I
missed you so much, Harry. It was just... shit without you," she said, letting out a single
sob before laughing.
"You swear a lot now," Harry pointed out, chuckling.
"Blame Sirius."
"Speaking of Sirius.. ." Harry began, clearing his throat. Even in the dark, she
could see the colour rising in his cheeks.
"Can it wait? I don't think I can do this right now."
"Do you want me to go?"
She shook her head and pulled him down on the bed with her. Wrapping her arms
around him, she rested her head on his shoulder. "Please don't."