A/N: Hey All! Here's the next part. A huge thank-you to Kim for all her help!
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I apologize for the death last chapter. I did warn you though! Hopefully this chapter will help. Enjoy!
Chapter 5: The Grieving Process
I awoke the next morning with a terrible headache.
Megan was too busy getting herself ready for Sirius to notice. Honestly, you'd think he'd invented magic or something the way she talked about him.
Margo, however, immediately sensed that something was wrong.
"Mya, are you alright?" she asked, her bright blue eyes watched me intently.
I wanted to scream, 'No! I'm not alright! I may never be alright again!'
Instead, I put a hand over my blood-shot eyes and muttered something about having a headache and not sleeping well.
"Probably from Meg's snoring."
"I do not snore!"
I gave the pair a small smile. It must have looked like a grimace because the next thing I knew Margo had pulled me into a comforting hug.
I couldn't hold on any longer and let the tears come.
It was almost an hour later before I could finally pull myself together. Both twins had their arms about me whispering soothing words, and exchanging bewildered glances.
"I'm sorry." I pulled away and wiped my eyes.
"I received an owl late last night from back home. My favorite Uncle has died."
It was the best thing I could come up with.
It worked. The twins gladly told all of the students and teachers, so I didn't have to lie to anyone else.
I was in a daze the whole day and could barely remember the classes I went to. Luckily the teachers were all sympathetic, and gave me until next week to hand in any assignments I couldn't finish.
After finally making it back to the dorm that evening there was nothing I wanted to do more than crawl in bed and sleep for a week.
"Mya!" a voice hissed from the door.
I was in my night gown, about to crawl into bed.
"What?" I asked, irritably.
"Come on!" Sissy Wilmot grabbed my hand and started dragging me toward the door.
"Where are we going?" I asked, feeling sleepy and stupid.
"You'll see!"
We ended up in one of the guest chambers on the other side of the castle from our dorm.
There were two over-sized chairs in front of a roaring fire.
"Have a seat." Sissy said, and went to lock the door.
Not sure what else to do, I did as she asked and sank into the comfortable chair.
Sissy sat in the other chair and, giving me a wicked grin, pulled a bottle of vodka out of her robes.
Hermione Granger would have baulked at the very idea. Hermione Granger would have run to get a teacher. Hermione Granger would have lectured Sissy on the dangers of drinking.
But Mya Thyme was no longer Hermione Granger.
"Mum always says that this is the best way to get through the grief of losing someone."
I thought about everyone I'd lost, including my own mum.
"I guess it's worth a try." I finally said.
Sissy summoned two goblets and filled them to the brim. She took a deep gulp from hers and started talking.
She talked non stop about herself. Her family, their house, animals, her dreams, and her main goal in life to be Mrs. Lucius Malfoy.
"Your turn."
My tongue was loose from the alcohol and so I started talking.
I told her about my parents, and the day I found out I was a witch. I told her about Harry and Ron and the adventures we used to have.
"Pro-, I mean, Uncle Sebastian taught me how I could be so much more than I was. I owe the fact that I'm sitting here right now to him." I confessed, not feeling the silent tears that had been streaming down my cheeks since I began talking.
We were both silent for a moment, and then Sissy raised her glass in the air.
"To Uncle Sebastian!" She said.
"To Uncle Sebastian." I responded and bumped her glass with my own.
She drained the rest of glass and stood up.
"I'm going to bed. You coming?"
"No, I think I'll stay here for a little while longer."
I really just wanted to be alone with my memories right now.
Before she left she handed me a small potion bottle.
"For the hang-over you're going to have tomorrow." She explained with a wink.
I sniffed it and almost gagged.
"Are you sure it will work?" I asked skeptically.
Sissy nodded and started walking out the door.
"Or my name's not Narcissa Wilmot!" she called over her shoulder.
Luckily, she was out of ear shot when the potion bottle I was holding, shattered on the floor.
I started to laugh hysterically.
Here I was twenty-four years in the past, the parents of my friends all around me, and then one I choose to befriend happens to be Malfoy's mother!
I started crying then, realizing that I would love to see Draco right now, to wake up and find that this had all been some horrible nightmare.
I had fallen out of the chair and onto the cold stone floor. I must've really looked a sight! Crying and laughing hysterically, gasping for breath, and the annoying hiccups that made me cry harder.
Voices penetrated the fog that seemed to cloud my mind.
"I followed them here and ... oh just look at her!"
It was Margo, and she sounded on the verge of tears herself.
"She's gone mad!" Margo cried.
"No, she's just drunk."
Remus Lupin was sniffing at my empty goblet.
"Get out of the way, both of you!"
Severus came over and crouched down in front of me.
"Mya? Can you hear me?" He asked, lifting my chin so I had to meet his eyes.
I shook my head even though I could hear him perfectly fine.
He seemed to make up his mind as he reached for me and swung me up into his arms.
He then motioned for Margo to lead the way.
"Um, Severus, I don't think you coming into the Ravenclaw dorms is a good idea…" He cut her off with a cold glare.
A low growl filled the room.
Everybody looked at Remus, who blushed, but kept his head held high.
"Like a wolf!" I said with a half sob-half giggle.
Severus sighed in irritation and shifted me in his arms.
"Why don't you bring your guard dog along? He can protect you from the evil Slytherin." He said, sarcastically.
Margo ducked her head to hide a blush and rushed passed him to lead the way.
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Watching the paintings whizzing by my head started to make me sick, so I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, Severus was laying me down in my bed.
Margo and Remus were nowhere to be seen.
I watched him as he tenderly tucked the blankets in around me. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead. And then pulled back to look into my eyes.
Hours seemed to pass as we stared into each other's eyes. Our faces were mere inches apart when he started to lean closer. I closed my eyes.
A sudden loud snort caused us both to jump.
It was Megan.
She was sleeping, quite loudly as usual.
I looked over at Severus and had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.
He had a look of absolute horror on his face as he looked at her.
She was quite a sight! Her hair all up in rollers, and a bright green cream on her face.
"Some Goddess, huh?" I giggled sleepily.
He looked at me in shock.
Uh Oh!
"How did you…" He began, but Margo saved the day.
"You've got one minute to get out of here, or I'm calling a prefect." She said, as casually as she would ask about the weather.
"Come to the potion's classroom before breakfast. I'll brew you a remedy for your hang-over and you will give me some answers, understood?"
"Only if you make it taste like strawberries." I said, and then giggled again.
He gave an exasperated sigh, but I saw the smile he tried to hide.
Even Margo had a small grin on her face as he nodded to her and left.
Margo shut the door behind him and came to sit next to me on the bed.
"Mya?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you not say anything to Megan or anyone about me and Remus?" she asked, nervously.
"You and Remus?" I asked, confused.
"Yeah. It's just that, well, this is so new! And I'm not ready to share it with anyone just yet. I mean, he hasn't even really kissed me or anything. Just hugged, and we talk a lot…"
"Your secret is safe with me." I reassured her with a grin.
She sighed in relief. Had she been that worried I'd tell?
"Thanks! Oh, and I'll be sure to keep quiet about you and Severus."
I sat up in bed sputtering, "We're not… I mean, I don't…"
"Uh huh. Good night, Mya."
End Part 5