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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After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.
"We're running low, Arthur," she sighed. "We'll have to buy some more today. Ah well, guests first! After you, Mia dear!" And she offered her the flowerpot. Mia stared at them all watching her.
"Er, w-what am I supposed to do?" she asked.
"They've never travelled by Floo powder," said Ron suddenly. "Sorry, guys, I forgot."
"Never?" said Mr. Weasley. "But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?"
"We went on the Underground," Harry said as Mia nodded.
"Really?" said Mr. Weasley eagerly. "Were there escapators? How exactly. . . ."
"Not now, Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Floo powder's a lot quicker, dear, but goodness me, if you've never used it before. . . ."
"They'll be all right, Mum," said Fred. "Guys, watch us first."
He took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames. With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than Fred, who stepped right into it, shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and vanished.
"You must speak clearly, dear," Mrs. Weasley told Mia and Harry as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot. "And be sure to get out at the right grate. . . ."
"The right what?" said Harry nervously as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight, too.
"Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you've spoken clearly. . . ."
"They'll be fine, Molly, don't fuss," said Mr. Weasley, helping himself to Floo powder too.
"But, dear, if they got lost, how would we ever explain to their aunt and uncle?"
"They wouldn't mind," Mia reassured her. "Dudley would think it was a brilliant joke if we got lost up a chimney, don't worry about that. . . ."
"Well, all right. Mia dear, you go after Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Now, when you get into the fire, say where you're going. . . ."
"And keep your elbows tucked in," Ron advised.
"And your eyes shut," said Mrs. Weasley. "The soot. . . ."
"Don't fidget," said Ron. "Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace. . . ."
"But don't panic and get out too early, wait until you see Fred and George."
Trying hard to bear all this in mind, Mia took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. She took a deep breath, scattered the powder into the flames, and stepped forward. The fire felt like a warm breeze. She opened her mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash.
