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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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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.

"But we both know how mothers are," she says, pushing aside the innuendo for now. "I imagine it would take something drastic for her to change her view of you."

She blushes a little.

"It would probably have to be something major like having children."

Draco colored pink at that.

"But we've been careful!" He stammered.

"I wasn't implying that it was an immediate concern. All I meant is that sometimes parents don't realize that their children are grown up until they have children of their own. In general."

Her eyes close once more and she tilts her head slightly.

"Believe me, if we were expecting, I wouldn't tell you like this."

"Right, of course."

Draco couldn't hide the relief on his facem and he sagged back in the seat, "Thank Merlin since I know we agreed we weren't ready for that kind of step yet."

She nods a little.

"I think I'd have to get used to being the Guildmaster quite a bit longer before I think of things like raising a child."

"Of course. Oh, right, the ceremony's very soon isn't it?"

"Yes."

She laughs a little nervously.

"I almost can't believe it. It feels like just yesterday I was so scared, that I would never be ready to take the place I knew everyone expected me to take."

Ah, the infamous last-minute jitters.

"What if I'm no good?"

Draco snorted at that, and placed his forehead against hers.

"Don't be thick. You're fantastic. They already know it. You just have to prove it to yourself. See how all of us see you."

She giggles a little.

"You make it so much harder to doubt."