the_debt_of_time

"I'd love more than anything to rid our family of you for good myself!" Bella
snapped.
Mia shoved herself in front of Sirius, eyes blazing. "You will not touch him!" she
growled, wand raised in time to meet Bellatrix's own.
Sirius gasped and reached for her hand. "Mia."
"Oh, she's got fire." Bellatrix grinned down at her. "I should smack that look off
your face."
Mia glared up at the older witch. "I've had worse."
"You're lucky it's considered bad taste to spill blood on the morning of a marriage.
Especially one so important." Bellatrix leant in close to Mia and whispered, "Maybe another
day, little girl. I look forward to it. Dealing with you, my little cousin here, and all of your
adorable blood-traitor friends. It's rumoured you even have a pet werewol―"
Too far.
"You will not touch my family, you bitch!"
Sirius put his arms around Mia's waist and tugged her back several feet, shoving
himself between her and Bellatrix, his eyes wide.
"You dare speak to me that way? Do you have any idea who I am?" Bellatrix
shrieked, her hands shaking with rage, and her eyes alight with fury. "You filthy little blood-
traitor, I will enjoy watching you die screaming!"
She had screamed. Mia had screamed and screamed right there in Malfoy Manor,
and yet she did not die. She vividly remembered the sight of the black dog launching on
top of the dark witch, jaws clamped around her throat, ripping and tearing as she struggled
for air.
Mia stood, unafraid as Bellatrix Lestrange looked down threateningly at her.
"And I will enjoy watching you die... gasping."
Before Bellatrix had a chance to raise her wand again, Mia tapped the bracelet on
her wrist, the same wrist Sirius was gripping, and chanted, "Portus!"