Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Eight
Indulge Me
When I see your smile
Tears roll down my face I can't replace
And now that I'm strong I have figured out
How this world turns cold and it breaks through my soul
And I know I'll find deep inside me I can be the one
(Your Guardian Angel - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus)September 20th, 1998Just as the sun was peeking in through the windows of Sirius's bedroom, Mia
opened her eyes. The memories of the last day were fresh in her thoughts as she breathed
in the familiar scent on her pillow. Grass, parchment, and leather. It helped settle her nerves
as she fought through the onslaught of emotion when she had to remind herself that James
and Lily were gone. She took another deep breath before turning to the warm body beside
her, smiling sadly.
Gone... but not forgotten.
She affectionately ran her fingers through Harry's hair before hovering over him to
inspect his features. She knew that people had always told Harry that he looked exactly like
James, except for the eyes, of course. But now looking at him, he was actually a perfect
blend of his parents.
Mia desperately wanted to find old pictures from the years she missed. Lily's
pregnancy, Harry's birth, and any photo of the boy when he was little. He was
still her Harry—her best friend who she had missed dearly—but he was also James's son.
He was her nephew, he was family, and she missed the first eleven years of his life. Years
she had been looking forward to seeing before the Time-Turner went haywire and started
a countdown.
Feeling bittersweet, she sighed and kissed Harry's forehead.
"Hermione?" Harry mumbled sleepily.
"Mmm?"
"This is weird."