the_debt_of_time

"Impossible," Remus finished, taking her face in his hands just as she had done to
him earlier. "Mia, you're my best friend. I could never hate you. I actually can't think of a
single thing you could do to ever make me hate you."
"He's right. Why the hell would you be afraid of something so... stupid?" Sirius
asked, and Remus let out a sigh of frustration.
Mia didn't even flinch at them.
"Because you're that important to me. Because... I'm terrified to think that in
twenty years you'll both be gone, everything will have changed, and you'll just... hate me."
She shook her head and growled, "Look, fine, it's stupid, I get it."
Sirius offered a small grin. "At least you realise that, kitten."
Of course, she would not tell them the whole truth. Her boggart would have been
the two of them standing in front of her, but instead of the thirteen-year-old boys who
now walked beside her, they would appear as near forty-year-old men, and at their feet
would be the body of a twenty-one-year-old James Potter, eyes blankly open—whom Mia
had failed to save.