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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Mia saw another pair of feet, wearing sparkly turquoise high heels, and heard a woman's voice.
"A small gillywater. . . ."
"Mine," said Professor McGonagall's voice.
"Four pints of mulled mead. . . ."
"Ta, Rosmerta," said Hagrid.
"A cherry syrup and soda with ice and umbrella. . . ."
"Mmm!" said Professor Flitwick, smacking his lips.
"So you'll be the red currant rum, Minister. "
"Thank you, Rosmerta, m'dear," said Fudge's voice. "Lovely to see you again, I must say. Have one yourself, won't you? Come and join us. . . "
"Well, thank you very much, Minister. "
Mia and Harry watched the glittering heels march away and back again. Her heart was pounding uncomfortably in her throat as she looked at Harry and breathed in. Why hadn't it occurred to her that this was the last weekend of term for the teachers too? And how long were they going to sit there? She needed time to sneak back into Honeydukes if she wanted to return to school tonight . . . . Hermione's leg gave a nervous twitch next to her.
"So, what brings you to this neck of the woods, Minister?" came Madam Rosmerta's voice.
Harry saw the lower part of Fudge's thick body twist in his chair as though he were checking for eavesdroppers. Then he said in a quiet voice, "What else, m'dear, but Sirius Black? I daresay you heard what happened up at the school at Halloween?"
"I did hear a rumour," admitted Madam Rosmerta.
"Did you tell the whole pub, Hagrid?" said Professor McGonagall exasperatedly.
"Do you think Black's still in the area, Minister?" whispered Madam Rosmerta.
"I'm sure of it," said Fudge shortly.
"You know that the Dementors have searched the whole village twice?" said Madam Rosmerta, a slight edge to her voice. "Scared all my customers away. . . It's very bad for business, Minister. "
"Rosmerta, dear, I don't like them any more than you do," said Fudge uncomfortably. "Necessary precaution. . . . unfortunate, but there you are. . . . I've just met some of them. They're in a fury against Dumbledore, he won't let them inside the castle grounds."
"I should think not," said Professor McGonagall sharply. "How are we supposed to teach with those horrors floating around?"
"Hear, hear!" squeaked tiny Professor Flitwick, whose feet were dangling a foot from the ground.
"All the same," demurred Fudge, "they are here to protect you all from something much worse. . . . We all know what Black's capable of. . . ."
"Do you know, I still have trouble believing it," said Madam Rosmerta thoughtfully. "Of all the people to go over to the Dark Side, Sirius Black was the last I'd have thought. . . . I mean, I remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts. If you'd told me then what he was going to become, I'd have said you'd had too much mead."
