the_debt_of_time

on this strange divide between the generations. She felt closer to Remus and Sirius because
yesterday they had been her flatmates, her friends, and even lovers for years. But a part of
her still connected with the other three, though more Harry than the Weasleys—something
she attributed to the Familial Bond.
They had let Remus do all the explaining since he was essentially the catalyst that
put the series of events into motion. Ron, like Harry, had initially been upset at him, but
with Harry there to calm him down, the rest of the story was told with a bit more ease.
"So, let me get this straight," Ron said, scratching his head, obviously confused
about at least one or two things that he had been told. "You―" He pointed at Remus. "—
sent Hermione back in time because Hermione from back in time told you to?"
Remus dipped his head. "Essentially."
Ron then turned to Mia, whom he was having a hard time looking directly in the
eye, possibly because she looked so very different; she was certain it did not help that Sirius
was hovering over her possessively like he was.
"And you," Ron said to her, "went back in time where a not-dead-Dumbledore
turned you eleven, stuck you back in Hogwarts, and made you Harry's aunt?"
Remus and Sirius chuckled.
Mia smiled at Ron. "If you're going for the basics, then yes."
"Then you shagged Sirius?" Ginny blurted out.
"Ginny!" Harry turned to his girlfriend and stared at her, horrified.
"What? Never mind when we walked up she had her tongue in his mouth," Ginny
said with a smirk. "But look at them. Merlin's pants, you can practically feel the sexual
tension from over here."
"I don't feel anything, thank you," Harry said firmly.
"Don't be such a prude," Ginny scolded him. "It's perfectly fine. They grew up
together, and even if they hadn't, and Remus hadn't sent her back in time, this was
inevitable."
"Why do you say that?" Mia asked curiously.
"Because you've been eye-fucking him for years," Ginny stated crassly and then
waited an extra long moment. Mia suspected she was waiting to be scolded for her
language. When she said nothing to the redhead but instead raised a challenging brow at
her, Ginny's eyes sparkled with delight like a niffler that struck gold. "Plus, you used to talk