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[OOM: All things must eventually come to an end, some more quickly than others.]

And Mia is back in the bar, quite normal.

Which fortunately means that one Eugene Roe won't be wearing his stomach as a hat courtesy of Draco Malfoy anytime soon.

Mia is just sitting in a booth, idly wondering where Draco is, come to think of it.

She's still got a little dreaminess to her, but that's more of a waiting for who she really loves dreaminess.

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A very good thing indeed. Malfoy anger's very ugly. Just look at Lucius.

And look, somebody brought a bouquet after all. Fragrant mums, lilies, and even some hycinths. Whites, pinks, orange, and yellow. Not his usual colors, but he thought she might like them. There was also a charm to keep them from wilting too soon.

She looks at the flowers, faint surprise registering on her face, but mostly pleasure.

This is much nicer than the roses, to be honest. Nicer to receive them in person.

She asks, almost teasingly, "What did you do, other than make me happy?"

Draco shrugged with a smile, "Thought you might like these more than the roses? And to make up for some of them?"

He handed them to her, and then sat down across from her.

"I was thinking there might be a way for you to see some of my world. I'd have to go disguised though of course."

She pouts a little.

"Oh, you can't go as Timothy Black, dashing wizard model about town?"

But she nods reluctantly.

"I understand."

And she looks to her flowers. Absolutely lovely.

Draco replied, "I could... Though Black's a notable Pureblood name. I mean, I couldn't look like myself. But that's why there's polyjuice potion."

She blinks a little.

"So a lot of people keep track of that Pureblood stuff?"

It all seems quite silly to her.

"I gather that polyjuice potion is used for disguises, but how does it work? Can you choose your features, is it random, or is it somehow set?"

Draco nodded, "Well the Wizarding families who are so very much keep track. My own family has our tree on a tapestry. At least the Black side. My mum told me."

He then leaned forward, and grinned, "Oh it's really brilliant. The potion's complicated, but you can turn into anyone you want. You just need some of their hairs for the final ingredient. It only last for so long so you have to drink more to keep the disguise."

"Ah, her maiden name was Black then. And how nice to know your family. I'd like to meet who I can. They are important."

Her face falls a little at the description of the polyjuice potion.

"Anyone?" she asks, a little timid.

Draco nodded, "Narcissa Black, yes. There's her, Aunt Bellatrix, and Aunt, um, Andromeda. The last of them married a Muggle so nobody talked about her. And Aunt Bellatrix was in Azkaban for most of my life. I only met her a few years ago when she escaped with other Death Eaters."

He added, "And yes, anyone. Well, anyone human, and a wizard or witch preferably. It's not recommended to use animal hair." There might have been a brief laugh at a memory. Guess who told him about Hermione becoming a cat witch?

She remembers the Death Eaters from his talk about Voldemort. That plus the talk about polyjuice potion is making her think very strongly about the Vile Tribe, Xenobia in particular, and the corruption in Vane.

She quietly mulls over this for a while.

He watched her for a moment, and then reached out to touch her hand.

"Mia?"

She's shaken from her thoughts a little by his touch.

"I'm sorry. I was thinking about home."

She looks a little away.

"What Vane was like right before the war," she adds quietly.

"What was it like? Anything like what's going on back in my world?" He actually seemed truly concerned.

"It was horrible, and I couldn't understand what was going on."

She grasps a little to his hand.

"Mother was always so warm and kind, but then it looked like she was changing. She started keeping to herself more, having conferences with a fortuneteller named Royce. And she began making and enforcing strange laws forbidding people to speak openly about the Goddess or the spires in the Guild. She imprisoned them, was going to have them executed, and nearly did the same to me."

She closes her eyes briefly before continuing.

"Only it wasn't Mother. It was a woman named Xenobia, the leader of the Vile Tribe. Ghaleon's followers. She had assumed Mother's form and taken her place in those months. Mother was locked up in the prison with a mask to conceal her identity from both the people and herself. Or rather, the mask kept her from wanting to remember by causing her pain every time she tried. That's why she can't use magic anymore."

In short, for a few months before the war started, Mia had the equivalents of Lord Voldemort and Dolores Umbridge for parental figures.

Draco came over to put his arm around her.

"Things like that have happened in my world, too. Sometimes they use the Imperius curse though."

He wasn't going to mention kissing up to Umbridge to be a part of her Inquisitorial Squad to make himself look good.

She leans her head on his shoulder.

"It is over now, though, and I am fortunate to have Mother back with some part of her memories. She still has her kindness, her warmth."

She closes her eyes again.

"I'm glad to have her back. The real her."

He stroked her hair lightly, "That's good. I suppose I should meet her sometime."

Draco then remarked, "I wonder how my mum is."

"You won't have a choice if you are indeed going to my Guildmaster ceremony. She'll be the one conducting it, passing her title down to me."

She strokes his hand a little.

"You want to see her, don't you? Could we see your mother?"

"Oh I see. As I said before. It would have to be in disguise, and she's likely in hiding."

"And knowing would defeat the purpose of hiding," she says.

She nuzzles a little.

"But I want to meet her. She's important to you."

A short pause.

"In fact, if she would consider it, I don't see why she couldn't come to live in my world, too."

Draco nodded, but then blinked. He turned to stare down at her.

"...You mean that?"

"Well, yes."

She looks up at him.

"You said she is all that you have holding you to your world. If the same is true for her, I don't see why she can't come to Lunar if she wants. And if she ends up despising me, well, it's not exactly like Lunar's small. It's not like she has to live with us if she doesn't want to, but that doesn't mean she can't be in the same world."

Mia was soundly kissed by him, but with relief and gratitude as well as love.

"I don't know if she will. If the Manor still stands... I don't know. But she might like it. Find a nice stately home for her."

Well, that was a nice kiss. Much better than anything that happened in her strange dream, that's for sure.

"In the end, it's up to her, but she is welcome to live there."

She smiles a little teasingly and gives him a short, innocent kiss.

"I don't want her thinking that I stole her little boy away from her."

Mmm... Mia kisses. He loves those. Innocent, and not so innocent.

"I'm not that little. Any part of me for that." Wicked smirk.