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Assistant: Title: The Debt of Time
        Author: ShayaLonnie ShayaLonnie 
        Chapter: 94/154 
        Summary: When Hermione finds a way to bring Sirius back from the veil, her actions change the rest of the war. Little does she know her spell restoring him to life provokes magic she doesn't understand and sets her on a path that ends with a Time-Turner.
        Contents: Chapter 94: The Lion, The Serpent, and the Cobra
    

    


  

  
  
    
    It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now.And I said I wouldn't call but I'm a little drunk and I need you now.And I don't know how I can do without. I just need you now(Need You Now - Lady Antebellum)
  June 25th, 1979

  124,220 Grains of Sand Left
Mia sat at the small desk inside of Gringotts, exhausted. She had been there all day, having been given the runaround before even being let into her vault so she could have some of her things moved back into the main Potter family vault. The goblin who was assisting her, Gornuk, vanished a total of thirteen times in order to discuss her plans with no less than four supervisors. She made a mental note that if at any point in the future she did end up working in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, it would not be in the Goblin Liaison Office. Her patience as Mia Potter was a great deal shorter than that of Hermione Granger.She blamed the Marauders.At least Harry and Ron listened to her—once or twice."And, Miss Potter, you are certain that you want to add Mr Remus John Lupin as a holder to your vault? It will grant him the ability to access, deposit, and remove all funds and property, be it Muggle, wizard, gold, goblin-made," at this, the little creature sneered at her, "or otherwise.""Yes. And, as specified, in the case of my death, the vault will be strictly in his name with no need for further declaration. Zero restrictions."Gornuk nodded at her curtly and continued filling out the paperwork.Mia yawned while she waited, sitting and contemplating the future and reflecting on Pandora's advice. She would be the song; she would be what brought hope and courage to those who needed it. Already she had removed Peter from the equation, at least for now, thus making herself a much more pleasant person to be around. Helping Alice and Frank with the pain of the future encounters they would have with Barty Crouch Jr and the Lestranges was checked off of her list. Now, she was at Gringotts, assigning away her personal vault to Remus, who would be the only person in the future that would need it.With James and Lily gone and Sirius in Azkaban, she knew that Remus would have nothing. Charlus and Dorea had begun depositing money into his personal account long ago, but when Remus began controlling his own finances, he had caught that James had continued making monthly deposits, and an argument broke out involving the fragile male ego much to Mia's grating nerves. Remus had agreed to let Sirius and Mia take care of things like rent and food, but any other such "charity" was ignored on all accounts. At least this way, if Mia was declared dead—either by actually dying or perhaps eventually going back to 1998—Remus would be taken care of. He could not very well deny her dying request that he not starve penniless for fifteen to twenty years.As she sat contemplating a way to inform her best friend of her plans, Mia felt a growing heat against her sternum. She reached into her blouse, ignoring the strange look that the goblin gave her, and pulled out the charmed Galleon hanging on the end of the chain—the very same one that James had given her years earlier for Christmas. No one in the A.D. had used it as a form of communication for years, so Mia began to panic when she looked down at the coin as it read:
  Get home now.
  - RL
She replied back immediately.
  What's wrong?
  - MP
The reply that came a moment later was clear.
  Sirius.
  - RL
"Remus? Sirius?" Mia shouted as she burst from the fireplace, tossing her bag and cloak on the floor as she rushed forward to search the flat. When she did not find either of them there, she began to panic until the front door opened and her best friend stepped inside looking exhausted. "Remus, what happened? Where's Sirius?"Remus put his hands on her shoulders and took a deep breath. "Calm down.""Calm down? You send me a message like that and then tell me to calm down?""Mia . . ." Remus sighed. "Sirius got a letter from his mother."Her anger fell immediately, and she groaned. They had not heard a word about Walburga in years—not since Sirius had escaped Grimmauld Place. Despite knowing the timeline, Mia blanked on any reason why the horrible woman would contact her disowned son. "Merlin, what did that nasty old b@tch have to say now?"Remus frowned. "Sirius's father and brother died."Her jaw dropped in shock as she remembered a long time ago when she and an older Sirius sat together at Grimmauld Place. Harry and Ron had been tearing apart Regulus's room looking for anything that R.A.B. might have left behind, specifically a Horcrux.
  "Tell me about your brother."

  "Maybe another time, love."

  "Was there a funeral?"

  "I imagine so. I wasn't invited. I got a lovely letter from my mother telling me that my father and brother were both dead."

  "That's awful."

  "That was typical."

  "So you didn't even get to say goodbye?"

  "Not in the way you're thinking. "I said goodbye to them all the moment they blasted me off that tree in the other room. When Reg died, though . . . I said goodbye by drinking my way through a bottle of firewhisky with a girlfriend."
Understanding her role now, Mia walked over to the kitchen and waved her wand in the air, levitating down a large, unopened bottle of firewhisky. Looking back to Remus, she asked, "Where is he?""Downstairs," Remus replied, gesturing to the door. "He threatened to duel me if I tried to separate him from the firewhisky." He glanced at the bottle in her hand, and Mia could tell he was wondering if she was making the right choice."Sirius? Love?"At the foot of the stairs, she lit her wand and moved through the shadows until she found her boyfriend sitting in the middle of the large room in nothing but his trousers. Sirius's long, black hair was messy and soaked in sweat as though he had just come in from running. After Remus telling her that Sirius had been looking for a duel, she was not surprised. She did wonder where the rest of his clothes were.As she approached him from behind, she noticed that his face was angled toward his left hand, where a half-empty bottle of firewhisky was. Walking around to face him, she saw that he was not looking at his hand or the bottle. Instead, his focus was fixed on the old scar on his forearm, from when Lucius Malfoy tried to brand him with the Dark Mark.Mia frowned, figuring that he was replaying that night over and over in his mind. Having seen it herself when she went into his memories through Legilimency, she understood. She had watched as Sirius, bloodied and beaten, still tried to convince Regulus to run away with him."Hullo, kitten," Sirius mumbled as he tilted his head back to look at her. "Didya hear? I'm the sole livin' heir to the Noble and Most F@ck@d Up House of Black."She held out her hand as she sat down beside him. "Sirius, give me the bottle.""No, s'mine.""Then share it with me," she insisted. "I'm not opening mine until that's all gone."Sirius stared at her, one eyelid half closed.She placed a sweet kiss to his mouth, tasting the remnants of the whisky on his lips. At her touch, Sirius leant in, slipping his tongue into her mouth in an effort to deepen the kiss.Oh, no. That's not going to happen right now, she thought to herself and then pushed him away."You've got the prettiest eyes, kitten . . ." Sirius smiled at her. "I ever tell you that? Like firewhisky." He held the half-empty bottle out to her as though to compare the colour. "Hey, your eyes aren't brown anymore. Not ever.""I know." Mia snatched the bottle from him quickly and took a long drink straight from it."Since when?"She winced slightly as her throat burned—he had chosen a cheap vintage—setting the bottle down between her legs. "The Pack Bond ritual. Even when a werewolf isn't fully transformed, the bite can have other side effects. Weird cravings, irritability around the full moon . . . I guess my Animagus form reacted with Remus's bite and made the eye shift permanent."Sirius paused and concentrated as though he were trying to force himself to be sober for a moment. "You never said anything before about the side effects.""That's because Remus would pitch a fit. Does it bother you?" she asked, worried that a bit of the jealousy in Sirius would find its way out when he was intoxicated. She looked over at him with concern only to find him giggling. Actually giggling. "Why're you laughing?""Chocolate. That's what they used to look like," he said, snorting. "Chocolate for Remus. I always preferred this, though. Like this firewhisky colour was mine, and the other was . . . And somehow it took Remus sinking his teeth into your neck," he continued speaking as his hand touched her cheek and then moved down to her shoulder where his thumb grazed over the Pack Mark thoughtfully, "for your body to figure out you were always meant to be mine."She did her best to ignore the way his eyes darkened and how his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip.Nope. That was not what tonight was about."That is strangely poetic and well-thought-out considering how absolutely p@ss@d you are right now." Mia picked the bottle back up and held it out to him. "What should we drink to?"Sirius snatched the firewhisky from her and held the bottle up as though to make a toast. "The end of the most pure and polluted House . . ." he said almost proudly before drinking deep from the bottle. "I'm the last of us, you know. The last Black.""Jamie and I are Blacks." While she had associated herself as a Potter practically since the beginning of her time in the past, it had taken Mia longer to identify with Dorea's side of the family. The older she got, however, the more she noticed that somehow—despite not being blood-related—she was, in fact, a Black. The temper alone was revealing if nothing else. "There's still Andromeda and Narcissa. And the Weasleys and Prewetts are technically from the House of Black. Same with the Longbottoms.""I'm the last of the name though. It'll die with me."She furrowed her brow. "You don't want to carry it on through your children?"Sirius barked a laugh. "You want to give our kids my name?"Mia smiled smugly. "Oh, it's our kids now?""'Course it's our kids." Sirius sighed and put an arm around her, handing her back the bottle. "I'm an agreeable sort of man these days, kitten, but you're not having Remus's pups."Mia rolled her eyes and took another sip. "As long as it's not a whole litter, I think I'll be fine with birthing your spawn.""And they'll be Potters," he insisted.Mia disagreed. "They'll be Blacks.""No, it should die with me. The whole bl@@dy House and everything it stands for," Sirius growled under his breath.Mia continued to argue, not knowing why, considering it was unlikely he would even remember this conversation about their future hypothetical children. "No, you should rebuild it. Make it a name that's worth something again. Make it a name Mum would be proud of."Sirius said nothing, but tipped to the side and crawled into her lap, wrapping his arms around her waist.She sighed and ran her fingers through his hair as she had done a thousand times since they were eleven. She wished that they could stay like this, just like this, forever. No Death Eaters, no Voldemort, no war, and no Azkaban on the horizon. How did he do it? How did he survive Azkaban all those years? All those years without this? Without me? And then a darker thought came over her mind and she fought to hold back her own tears: How am I going to survive without him?"They killed my brother, Mia," Sirius whispered, interrupting the silence in the darkness."What happened?" she asked, even though she knew the answer."He wanted to leave. Told me so when . . . when we were fighting." Sirius sat up and scrubbed his face with his hands. "F@ck@ng little coward jumped into the deep end of Death Eaters and the second it got to be too much . . . You can't just walk out. Did he expect to just get a stupid-looking tattoo and that be the end of it when he got bored? Death Eater means for life. It means death. Your death. And they . . . they killed him. They killed my . . ."Mia bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying when she heard the hitch in Sirius's throat—the way his voice began to break. She knew how much he hated crying, and if he showed what he perceived as weakness while drunk, he would likely lash out in anger and be even more difficult to control."Do you know . . . when he was little he was afraid of the dark. Reggie would crawl into my bed and . . . they killed him, Mia.""When's the funeral?" she asked, hoping to distract him with busy work.Sirius scoffed angrily. "Two weeks ago."Mia growled, shocked. She had known that Sirius found out about Regulus's death through a letter and grieved without his family, but she had always assumed that it had been his choice to avoid the funeral. "That b@tch!""I wouldn't have gone anyway. I hate him. He . . . So stupid.""Maybe it wasn't because he was scared," she offered. "Maybe he wanted to finally do the right thing.""Un-f@ck@ng-likely.""Maybe we could pretend.""Pretend for me, kitten." Sirius sighed and fell back into her lap. "Tell me a story about a brother who wasn't a . . . Just . . . make it better."Mia ran her fingers once more through Sirius's hair and let out a soft sigh of relief when she felt him relax into her body. "Once upon a time, a family of snakes awoke one morning to find a magical gift in their home. A tiny lion cub." She smirked when she heard Sirius chuckle. "They raised him and taught him everything there was to know about being a snake. Try as he might—and he didn't try very hard—the lion cub still had claws instead of fangs, still had fur instead of scales, and still roared instead of hissed. And despite being so very different, the lion cub loved the smallest snake in the family, who was very much a snake in every way there was to be a snake."Mia frowned when she felt the laughter die away from Sirius, and he went still in her arms."The little snake and the lion grew up together, but then they were separated by a long distance, and the lion found a pride of his own and grew into a fierce King of the Jungle.""Don't lions live on savannahs?" Sirius interrupted her."Hush, you're ruining my story.""Your story is weird," Sirius complained. "I don't think you're very good at telling it.""Shut up. So the little cub became a fierce lion, and the little snake grew into a proper serpent, as he'd been raised to be. They became enemies and rarely spoke to one another and the venomous serpent struck out, biting and attacking the lion's friends. But he regretted it."Sirius had once again gone still and she couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking."One day, whilst in the snake pit, the young serpent came across a treasure that belonged to the King Cobra," she said with a grin as she recalled the moment that they had found the fake Horcrux with the note from R.A.B. inside of it. "And he stole it away and ran, hoping to share this wonderful secret with his brother, the lion. He wanted to reconnect with him so they could be a family again.""But the cobra killed him," Sirius said, interrupting her.Mia frowned. She had planned on changing the ending of the story, of course, but Sirius was just too smart for it. He could not be fooled by lies. Could not be swayed by fairytales. "But the cobra killed him," she agreed."They found his body in the Thames on the beach up near Gravesend. Death Eaters just dumped his body there. Muggles pulled him out."Mia furrowed her brows as she remembered the truth behind Regulus's death. His fellow Death Eaters had nothing to do with it. He had died a hero. Saved a house-elf, defected from the Dark Lord, and sacrificed his life in the end in an attempt to bring him down."Maybe . . . maybe he drowned.""Yeah, and maybe he was really a good person," Sirius said sarcastically. "Too many maybes in this world if you ask me." He grabbed the bottle taking another long drink from it. She felt some of the liquid pool on the fabric of her skirt. "He wanted out. I didn't believe him.""You couldn't have known, Sirius.""I could have . . . I . . . just stood back and watched. I had the power to do something, anything." His voice was soft and his breath grew shallow, drifting closer to sleep. "'Stead I just . . . just sat back and let my only brother die."When she was certain that Sirius was completely asleep, Mia let out a small sob and whispered, "Me too.""Wake up. Moony, get your @rs@ up."Remus opened his eyes to darkness. "Sirius?" When his focus adjusted, he looked up into the exhausted face of his friend, who reeked of firewhisky. "Pads, what's wrong?""It's Mia. Something's . . ." Sirius frowned, looking desperate, and shook his head as Remus sat up. "I don't know how to help her."Remus groaned, pulling himself out of bed. "What happened?"Sirius made his way to the door and opened it. "I passed out hours ago, mate. Woke up, and she was throwing things all around the shop downstairs. Half of what's there is broken, and the bottle I'd brought with me is empty. I wasn't the one that finished it.""And you can't deal with your own drunk witch?" Remus growled a little bitterly."I tried, Moony. Anytime she tries speaking to me she's got this . . . stutter or something. Can't make heads or tails of anything she's saying.""Oh, f@ck," Remus said, understanding completely. "All right." He opened the door to the flat and then turned around to see that Sirius had planned on following him down. "No, you go and get some rest. You've had a rough night, and you still have to work tomorrow. I'll take care of your witch.""You sure?""I can only take care of one of you at a time. Go."Sirius gave him a grateful smile. "Thanks, Moony.""I'll bring her to your bed if I can get her to calm down." After Sirius walked away, Remus stared at the door and sighed, running a hand through his hair before descending the stairs.He spotted broken shards of glass and winced. Suddenly, he was incredibly grateful that they had decided not to store anything of their own things down in the empty shop, with the exception of whatever had been left behind by the previous owner. He found Mia standing in the corner of the room, an empty bottle of firewhisky at her feet and another one three-quarters gone in one hand, her wand in the other."Mia?"She spun on her heels and rushed over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly, the contents of the bottle sloshing around. "Remus? Remus, wait . . ." She pulled away from him and looked up with heavy-lidded eyes. "Which one are you?" she asked, and he could see her trying to focus her gaze."Younger," he answered, already knowing what her issue was. He was glad that something like this had not happened years ago before Dumbledore set the Truth Spell on her. Considering the future of the war hung on the facts inside of her head, firewhisky was a poor decision for the witch who apparently had a very loose tongue when well-plied with liquor. "You having dreams of somewhere else, love?""Somewhere . . . somewhen." She nodded and then reached up, running her fingers through his fringe. "I miss your grey hair. You were so handsome.""Am I so hideous now?" Remus teased affectionately."I love that smile." She touched his lips in an investigative manner. "You should always smile Remus . . . Even when . . . Even after . . . J-J-Ja—" Unlike when she tried to force the words out, now she was just trying to stop herself from stammering on and getting caught in the loop.He pulled her back to his chest when he noticed tears forming in her eyes. "It's okay, Mia. You don't have to say anything."She cried against him. "I'm supposed to be strong. Remus, I can't be strong. I'm not brave enough. I don't know what's going to happen. Am I going to die after it happens? After everything's gone and everyone I l-l-love—""Stop talking."He could see how this would scare the hell out of Sirius, who had no idea that the love of his life was a girl that would not even be born until later that year. "I don't know everything you know, and Merlin, I wish you didn't know it either. I wish I could take it away. I don't want to get old and send you back here. I don't want you to hurt anymore. I'd do anything to prevent whatever it is you're going through."She pulled away from him instantly and looked up at him with wide, amber eyes. "You have to, though. You promised me," she said in a panic-laced voice."I know."On the edge of a sob, she pleaded, "Please send me back. Always send me back. Remus, don't take my life away from me. Don't take him away from me."Remus could only think she meant Sirius, and he understood. It was up to him to send a nineteen-year-old girl thirty years into the past just so she could fall in love with Sirius Black—and himself at a certain point, but that was neither here nor there any longer. Sirius was the important part now. She needed Sirius, and Sirius definitely needed Mia. Remus was getting exhausted trying to take care of them both."It took so much to get him back," she whispered. "He lost too much, Remus. I didn't even do it for me, you know? At least I didn't think so at the time. I just . . . I thought of him when I saw the spell in that book, and I thought . . . Harry needs him, and maybe I could give that to him."Though he had not a clue as to what Mia was talking about, he continued to stroke her hair, using his wand to clean up the broken glass everywhere before he sat down and pulled her up against him. He took the bottle from her hand and set it down next to him. "Tell me about Harry.""I can't." She sulked. "You know I can't.""You can tell me about him because you're not going to change anything," he explained. "That's how it works, right?"After a long moment of silence, Mia whispered, "I miss him. He was my best friend."Remus smirked, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "I'm hurt. I didn't realise I was so easily replaceable.""You're my best friend too," she said, poking her finger into his chest."So what made Harry different? How'd you meet?""On the train. Broken glasses, Potter hair, and the brightest green eyes I'd ever seen.""Lily's eyes," Remus whispered with a smile.Mia let out a soft, teary laugh. "It was so funny. He was there with Ron—""Who's Ron?""You'll see," she said, waving off the question. "Anyway, Ron was trying to do magic to show off. Said this worthless spell over his r-r-r . . . Scab-b-b—F@ck!""It's okay, love." Remus wondered what on earth could have happened on the bl@@dy Hogwarts Express that not only had something to do with impacting the future, but also angered her to such an extreme level. "Skip that part. Go back to Harry."She took several slow, deep breaths and reached for the bottle of firewhisky. Before she could bring it to her lips, Remus snatched it from her hands and launched it across the room. The glass shattered, and the noise echoed off of the walls. Mia momentarily pouted and then sighed, leaning back against him."He flew his broom . . . but wasn't supposed to. Malfoy was picking on Neville.""Alice and Frank's boy?""Yeah. Harry stood up for him. Brilliant."He grinned. "And what, may I ask, were you doing?""Lecturing Harry to stay on the ground, of course. Always lecturing him. Them both." She yawned, rubbing her face against his chest. Likely to scratch her nose. He knew that her nose always turned red and itched when she cried. "The whole lot of them. Nothing but trouble. Sirius, too. Bl@@dy reckless.""What about me?" Remus asked. "Tell me more about me.""So smart and brave. You t-t-taught . . . n-not to be a-f-fraid.""Okay, it's okay," he assured her immediately before she burst into tears again. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm here. I'll always be here."She let out a long sigh and yawned. "Mmm tired, Remus."He slowly stood and pulled her into his arms, placing one hand behind her knees and lifting her up. Her arms fell over his shoulders, and her head tucked beneath his chin like a child's. Remus smiled fondly at how innocent she looked when just minutes ago she was a raving mess."Come on then, love. I'll take you to bed.""Sirius better not hear that," she mumbled."Very funny." He rolled his eyes and nudged open the door to the flat, carrying her inside. "I'm taking you to Sirius's bed.""Careful, he sleeps naked sometimes."Remus grimaced as he walked down the long hallway, noting that Sirius had left the bedroom door open. "I'm aware," he said before poking his head inside the room.Despite being utterly exhausted, Sirius had clearly waited up for Remus and Mia. He looked relieved when he saw his girlfriend calm in Remus's arms. He stood to take her from Remus, who handed her over willingly."Thanks, Moony.""You owe me," Remus insisted with a yawn before walking out, closing the door behind him.Sirius smiled down at the witch in his arms as he carried her over to the bed, placing her down on the mattress gently. "Hey, sleepy drunk kitten.""Hey, sleepy drunk dog," Mia mumbled, tucking her hands into his hair and accidentally pulling when he set her down. Sirius winced a little and then just decided to go with it, collapsing on top of her. When she did not appear to mind at all, he made a pillow of her br@@sts."You okay now?""Mhmm. Remus fixed me.""He's good at that.""Sirius?" she whispered."Yeah, kitten?""Promise me something?""Anything, love."She paused and took a long, slow breath before speaking again. "Promise me that . . . that you'll always trust Remus. Always remember that he'd never hurt anyone. And . . . and when he needs you the most, please take care of him for me."Sirius frowned at the request, wondering what on earth had provoked something like that. He could not, however, find fault with the need for it. They were at war. After Mary's death, Mia was probably terrified of losing everyone else around her. Terrified that she, too, might die and leave them all behind. Sirius did not want to think about losing her. He did not want to think about losing anyone else."I promise."
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