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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That night, Mia was on her way back from an evening walk when she heard two familiar voices from around the corner.
"What's your name?"
The ginger girl turned the corner and saw Fred and George consoling a small first-year who was in tears.
"Michael," the little boy said as Mia walked towards them, getting their attention.
"Your hand's gonna be fine, Michael," Fred said as Mia joined them, and the small boy smiled at her weakly.
"You got one as well?" he asked, looking at Mia's hand. She looked down and nodded.
"I did," she said, "you're so brave Michael." Michael sniffed as Mia smiled. "Do you want me to help it feel okay?" Michael nodded as Mia took his hand in hers and small, red sparks appeared at her fingertips and went into the cut on his hand and it faded even more. "See, you can hardly see it now."
"Exactly," George said, "you can hardly see ours anymore, and the pain stops after a while."
"As I told you once before, Miss. Potter," a voice said, making all four of them look up. Fred, George and Mia all faced her, disgusted looks on their faces. "Naughty children deserve to be punished." She gave them a smug smile before turning away.
"You know, George," Fred said as Mia looked at him, "I've always felt our futures lay outside the world of academic achievement."
"Fred, I've been thinking the same thing," George said with an identical grin as Mia smirked.
"Give her hell," Mia said grinning.
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The next morning, the entire fifth years were sat in the Great Hall, doing their O.W.L.s. Hermione was scribbling away, Ron was thinking hard while both Mia and Harry were looking utterly confused. Umbridge was sitting in Dumbledore's chair, a smug look on her face as she looked around, Just when Mia was starting to think about faking an answer, there was a loud boom at the door.
People's heads looked up and around as another loud boom went off. Umbridge stood up and began making her way down the aisle as Mia grinned and turned around. She walked towards the Great Hall doors, opened and stood in the corridor.
There was a faint whizzing noise, which got louder and louder and Mia let out a laugh when Fred and George flew in, both riding their broomsticks as all the papers flew up in the air. Mia and Ron jumped up, laughing as did most of the students.
Pandemonium reigned as Mia laughed.
Dragons comprised entirely of green-and-gold sparks were soaring up and down the corridors, emitting loud fiery blasts and bangs as they went. Shocking-pink Catherine wheels five feet in diameter was whizzing lethally through the air like so many flying saucers. Rockets with long tails of brilliant silver stars were ricocheting off the walls. Sparklers were writing swearwords in midair of their own accord. Firecrackers were exploding like mines everywhere Mia looked, and instead of burning themselves out, fading from sight, or fizzling to a halt, these pyrotechnical miracles seemed to be gaining in energy and momentum the longer she watched.
