Mia Potter was the other Potter. Looking almost identical to her mother, she was a force to be reckoned with. But there was only one person who could reckon with her, and his name was Draco Malfoy.
In which the youngest Potter twin finds herself fa...
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In years to come, Mia would never quite remember how she had managed to get through her exams when she half expected Voldemort to come bursting through the door at any moment. Yet the days crept by and there could be no doubt that Fluffy was still alive and well behind the locked door.
It was swelteringly hot, especially in the large classroom where they did their written papers. They had been given special, new quills for the exams, which had been bewitched with an Anti- Cheating spell. They had practical exams as well.
Professor Flitwick called them one by one into his class to see if they could make a pineapple tap- dance across a desk. Professor McGonagall watched them turn a mouse into a snuff box - points were given for how pretty the snuffbox was, but taken away if it had whiskers. Snape made them all nervous, breathing down their necks while they tried to remember how to make a Forgetfulness Potion. Mia did her best, trying to ignore the stabbing pains in her body that had been bothering her since her trip into the Forest and tried ti keep her eyes blue, but every now and then they would flash red.
Lavender Brown thought Mia had a bad case of exam nerves because Mia couldn't sleep, but the truth was that Mia kept being woken by her old nightmare, except that it was now worse than ever because there was a hooded figure dripping blood in it. Maybe it was because they hadn't seen what Mia had seen in the Forest, or because they didn't have scars or powers, but Ron and Hermione didn't seem as worried about the Stone as both Mia and Harry.
The idea of Voldemort certainly scared them, but he didn't keep visiting them in dreams, and they were so busy with their revision they didn't have much time to fret about what Snape or anyone else might be up to.
Their very last exam was History of Magic. One hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who'd invented self-stirring cauldrons and they'd be free, free for a whole wonderful week until their exam results came out.
When the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up their parchment, Mia couldn't help cheering with the rest.
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"That was far easier than I thought it would be," said Hermione, as they joined the crowds flocking out into the sunny grounds. "I needn't have learnt about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager."
Hermione always liked to go through their exam papers afterwards, but Ron said this made him feel ill, so they wandered down to the lake and flopped under a tree. The Weasley twins and Lee Jordan were tickling the tentacles of a giant squid, which was basking in the warm shallows.
"No more revision," Ron sighed happily, stretching out on the grass. "You could look more cheerful, twins, we've got a week before we find out how badly we've done, there's no need to worry yet."
