the_debt_of_time

"Hold still." Mia leant across both Sirius and Remus and pulled two hairs from
Tonks's head.
An hour later, the meal was wrapping up, and Mia had excused herself only once,
dragging Ginny to the loo where she prepared the potion and left it in her friend's more
than capable hands for proper distribution. Once back at the table, she was the perfect
picture of calm innocence as she discussed the future with old and new friends.
"Do you have plans now that you've returned, Miss Potter?" Narcissa asked.
"Call me Mia, please, Cissa. We are family, after all."
"Mia, then." The blonde smiled. "I assume you'll not be returning to Hogwarts?"
"No, I plan on merging my two lives into one, and I've requested that Minerva
retrieve my previous N.E.W.T.s scores. I have no desire to return to Hogwarts," Mia
admitted, much to the shock of several eavesdroppers, including Neville who dropped his
fork in surprise at the announcement. She frowned thinking not only of the war and the
final battle but of her father, Charlus, who had died on the grounds of Hogwarts. "Many
good memories, but plenty of bad ones as well."
"And you're going to continue staying at Black Manor?"
"Grimmauld Place?" Mia nodded. "Yes, until something more suitable presents
itself." She made a mental note to find out what happened to Potter Manor after Jamie
died. "While I'd like to stay in a family home, I'd rather not have to deal with Walburga's
portrait. She was horrible enough in person."
Narcissa smirked knowingly. "I understand the feeling. Malfoy Manor has many
unpleasant memories; however, it's still Draco's birth right," she insisted, her eyes casting
across the room where the Minister for Magic was speaking with Bill and Percy. "I'd like
to reacquire it from the Ministry if only to burn it to the ground and rebuild from scratch.
The land, after all, can be easily cleansed."
Mia nodded thoughtfully, turning her body so she could speak easier with Narcissa
without shouting. "I'd forgotten that Malfoy Manor was seized," she said, ignoring the way
that several people at the table stared at her as though they were waiting for her to break
down at the mere mention of the place where she had once been tortured. For Mia, of
course, that had been eight years ago. Confronting Bellatrix Lestrange in the past had
helped to rid her of the nightmare. "And your vaults?"