the_debt_of_time

She gasped, a cold sickness twisting in her gut. "No! Oh, no, is—Where's Harry? Oh God,
Remus." She said his first name for the first time, not even noticing the faux pas. "Remus, I'm so sorry.
He was your best friend and... Are you okay? I'm sorry, of course you're not―"
"Are you okay?"
She blinked in confusion before nodding. "I'll be fine. I'm more worried about you and Harry."
He paused, and his breath caught when he said, "I'm... I'm used to losing the people I love."
Her heart broke for him. "But worry about Harry. I'll do what I can... It's my job now to take care of
him."
"Mine too," Hermione whispered and frowned as he wept again.
Lupin nodded. "Our job."
"It's just a scar, Mia," Remus said, pulling her from her memories as he kissed the
mark again. "I've got plenty, and, if I recall, you once told me I was beautiful."
"You're more than beautiful, Remus." Mia bit her lower lip as she admired his
body—scars and all—and threaded her fingers gently through his hair. "I will tell you about
the scar, I promise. Just not today. It's important."
"All right. As long as you're okay."
Mia smiled affectionately. "Thank you for respecting my privacy," she said, giggling
when he responded by leaning up to kiss her soundly. There was a large difference between
how Remus acted upon seeing the scar and how Sirius responded to it, but Mia forced
herself not to compare the two.
"Mmm. As much as I'd love to shag you again.. ." she declared with a grin, pushing
gently against his chest, "you need rest and food, and we could both probably use a bath."
He beamed at her, and she laughed again.
"Separate baths. As lovely as the prefects' bathroom is—and I'm sure I'll eventually
join you there again—people will be looking for the both of us, and I refuse to have Lily
walk in on the two of us naked in a bathroom that I'm technically not even allowed in."
Remus smirked. "You told me that Lily knew about... us."
"She does, but frankly I'd like her to not know everything. Come on, get dressed."
Remus gave a low whine, and Mia smirked, ruffling his hair and enjoying the fact
that the shaggy strands eventually fell back into place, unlike James, whose hair tended to
take on a life of its own. She turned around to search for her clothing, and managed to get