She yawned as her fingers slid through his hair. She gestured to Harry with her head,
noting the empty space beside her and feeling a strange weight lifted from her heart when
he came to lie down on her right.
Hours later, Mia woke in the middle of the night as the light from the moon poured
in through the window. She smiled when she saw Tonks curled up next to Remus, her legs
thrown over Sirius's calves. Teddy was cradled between his parents.
Mia gently ran her fingers through Sirius's hair, grinning when he made a contented
noise against her thighs. She caught sight of Crookshanks nestled against his chest.
Despite knowing it was not James beside her, Mia felt comfortable and whole with
Harry there, one arm tossed over his face, his glasses crooked on his nose. She reached for
the spectacles, pulling them away and levitating them to the table wandlessly. She brushed
aside the hair from his forehead, frowning at the lightning bolt scar that still made her feel
wrathful whenever she saw it.
Voldemort was dead, and Harry had killed him, but Mia wished she had done it
herself. Her attention flickered to Harry's forearm where the scar from Wormtail's blade
remained, a reminder of the Triwizard Tournament and the resurrection of the Dark Lord.
Peter was dead, too, and Mia had not even had the chance to witness his demise for herself.
She sighed softly, looking up at the window and following the path of light from
the moon as it cast itself across her arms, Sirius's head, and Teddy's tiny toes.
A small reflected light caught her attention, and she looked down at Harry's hand,
a glimmer of light showing a smooth texture across the back where there, in soft silvery-
pink letters read: I must not tell lies.
That familiar bubble of rage built up inside of her, and Mia slowly extracted herself
from the dog-piled pack, making her way quietly out the bedroom and down the stairs,
where she found Mercury resting in his cage.
"Need you to go on a little trip, boy," she told the owl as she pulled out a quill and
parchment, making a quick note:
Kingsley,
I'm calling in your debt.
Mia