the_debt_of_time

"Are you in love with me?" Remus clarified. When she did not answer right away,
he fell into another series of questions: "Are we going to end up together? Do you want to
marry me, Mia? Do you want children?" he asked with a resigned tone. "Because I can't
give them to you."
Mia growled, pushing at his chest in irritation. "That's rubbish. I've told you for
years that you can't pass lycanthropy through conception."
She thought of little Teddy Lupin, whose hair was bright blue unless she was
holding him—and then it turned honey brown. Teddy had always felt like... a part of her.
She had been attached to the infant from the first moment, which was surprising as
Hermione had not ever thought much of children, but Remus's son had been different. It
did not matter what colour hair or eyes the boy mimicked; he was precious to her. Mia
could not imagine a future without the little Metamorphmagus, and she felt a serious
annoyance with Remus for unknowingly thinking about preventing the boy's creation.
"We're not talking about my lycanthropy," Remus said, interrupting her thoughts.
"We're talking about our future. Now, answer the question: are you in love with me?"
"I don't know." She shook her head. "Are you in love with me?"
"I don't know. I'm terrified of losing you. You're not just my love, you're my best
friend, my Beta; you're my home, Mia. You're my safe space, and I don't want to lose that."
He sighed sadly, and his jaw tightened. "Frankly, it pisses me off, because I don't think
Sirius understands how... how fucking important you are to me—or to him. I wish he was
just another bloke so that I could hex or punch him in the face and tell him to get away
from my witch."
Mia searched his eyes for the hints of gold but found only green. No Moony present;
he was all Remus.
"I can't, though, because he's Sirius and my friend and Pack, and I
actually understand on some level whatever it is between the two of you. I need you, but
Merlin... Mia, I think Sirius would just die without you," Remus said without a hint of
exaggeration.
She paled at the words, terrified of the implications. What would happen if and
when she, Mia, ever disappeared? If the future could not be changed, that meant Sirius
would go to Azkaban. If so, where would she be? A part of her began worrying about future
Sirius. He had clearly known she was being sent back to the past; their kiss in the library