the_debt_of_time

"The Ministry can't be trusted. No one can be trusted." She looked at Remus, Sirius,
and James. "As a matter of fact, right now, there are currently only four people in the world
that I trust with my life, and that's you three and Lily."
Peter frowned. "Not me?"
Mia took in a deep breath, watching as Sirius patted Peter on the shoulder, looking
at him as though he were embarrassed for his friend. While she was not exactly openly
hostile to Peter, unlike the way that Mary was, everyone knew that Mia did not get on well
with him.
"It's nothing personal, Peter," she lied. "Jamie's my brother, Remus is my best
friend, and Sirius is... family now. They're.. ." She looked at the other three Marauders,
trying to find a word to explain it. When she glanced over at Remus, she found it. "They're
Pack."
"It's 'cause I didn't go into the Forbidden Forest, isn't it?" Peter turned his eyes
down bitterly. "Evans wasn't there; she's not a part of your whole weird pack thing."
"Not yet," Mia muttered, scoffing when James glanced up at her with bright eyes.
"Calm down. Don't you have class?"
"No, I've got a free period. Need to get the Quidditch try-outs scheduled. Want to
come help?" James asked with a crooked grin, knowing that while she did not enjoy flying
or listening to Quidditch, she had a knack for organising; James was not too proud to abuse
his family connection to the bright witch.
"No, I have to.. ." She thought for a moment. "I have to talk to Dumbledore
about something." When three of the four boys reacted with looks of concern, Mia sighed.
"I'm just going to talk to him about my Divination exam. Honestly, I faked my way to an
Outstanding. The class shouldn't be an option at Hogwarts, and he needs to know it. Even
if he takes away that extra O.W.L. Go and deal with your team."
She smiled at James and then leant forward, granting each boy—save for Peter—a
quick kiss on the cheek before walking off toward Dumbledore's office.
"Chocolate Frogs," Mia said to the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. When
the stone did not budge, she exhaled irritably and began rattling off various candies. "Acid
Pops, Candy Floss, Ice Mice—Ah." She smiled as the gargoyle moved, granting her access.
"Miss Potter, what a pleasant surprise. Is your sixth year at Hogwarts living up to
the original?" Dumbledore asked, blue eyes twinkling from behind his desk. He chuckled