the_debt_of_time

"Okay!?"
He nodded.
Mia tilted Lily's head back and pinched her nose before placing her mouth over the
redhead's, sealing it and breathing a deep breath into her. She watched as Lily's chest rose
slightly. A few more breaths and Mia nodded to Sirius who began to follow her instructions
to the letter, trying to ignore the sounds of James crying in the background—threatening
Remus, who continued to subdue him—as they focused completely on Lily.
"Come on, Lils," Mia whispered before she breathed again, fear sinking into her as
she could see the future evaporate right before her eyes. No Lily. No Lily and James. No
Harry. She breathed again and tried to block out the sounds of Alice and Mary weeping
nearby. One last breath and Mia felt Lily's body twitch against her. She sat up quickly, just
in time for Lily to jolt forward, coughing roughly until water expelled itself from her throat.
Sirius gasped, falling back onto the grass in shock at the sight, his grey eyes pale and
wide.
"Lily!" James shouted, breaking away from Remus, who looked just as surprised at
the sight of Lily taking in deep breaths. "You're alive, oh thank Merlin, you're alive!" He
knelt in front of her, taking her face into his hands gently as he studied the depths of her
eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, Lily."
"Potter?" Lily whimpered, her dull gaze raking over his face. She leant back after
blinking repeatedly, placing a hand out to balance herself on the grass. James released her
cheeks, and there was half a second before her free hand smacked clean across his face,
hard enough to turn his head to the side.
"Did you three jinx her broom?" Remus demanded, his eyes narrowed at Sirius,
James, and Peter.
"No!" Peter yelled. "We just stole their bras and―"
"It was just supposed to be a joke," Sirius muttered, still grief-stricken.
"Well, it wasn't funny!" Lily shouted hoarsely. "Mia, do you really think someone
jinxed my broom?" She was still taking the time to take in slow, deep breaths. "It's not
really my broom; I borrowed it from the shed when we came running out here. Whose
broom was it?"