the_debt_of_time

She hissed but kept quiet, not wanting to rouse the others from their slumber. By
the time she righted herself into a sitting position on the bed, Sirius's head was in her lap,
and she let out a frustrated growl.
"Shut up and pet me."
"Sirius," she groaned.
"Date was awful. Should have just gone with my friends."
Mia frowned, letting his words roll around in her mind. "I'm sorry you had a bad
time. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't have the best day myself."
Sirius let out a quiet chuckle. "I heard about that. You know it's our job to defend
and protect you, right?"
And just like that, she was back in the tent on the run with Harry, Ron, and Sirius.
Only this time in her memories it was not Sirius in bed with a splinched arm, it was her in
bed, the long scar on her splinched back slowly mending while she rested. The Tales of Beedle
the Bard in one hand, the other gently stroking the black fur of the giant dog who slept with
his head in her lap.
Mia frowned as she brushed her fingers through Sirius's hair. "Maybe we'll just agree
to always take care of each other."
Sirius smiled.