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 was still standing with her hand on the doorknob but she was unaware of it. She was gazing at Dumbledore, hardly breathing, listening yet barely understanding what she was hearing.
"Please sit down," said Dumbledore.
It was not an order, it was a request. Mia hesitated, then walked slowly across the room now littered with silver cogs and fragments of wood and took the seat facing Dumbledore's desk.
"Am I to understand," said Phineas Nigellus slowly from Mia's left, "that my great-great-grandson, the last of the Blacks, is dead?"
"Yes, Phineas," said Dumbledore.
"I don't believe it," said Phineas brusquely. Mia turned her head in time to see Phineas marching out of his portrait and knew he had visited his other painting inGrimmauld Place. He would walk, perhaps, from portrait to portrait, calling for Sirius through the house.
"Harry, I owe you an explanation," said Dumbledore. "An explanation of an old man's mistakes. For I see now that what I have done, and not done, about you, bears all the hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young . . . and I seem to have forgotten lately. . . ."
The sun was rising properly now. There was a rim of dazzling orange visible over the mountains and the sky above it was colourless and bright. The light fell upon Dumbledore, upon the silver of his eyebrows and beard, upon the lines gouged deeply into his face.
"I guessed, fifteen years ago," said Dumbledore, "when I saw the scar upon your forehead, what it might mean. I guessed that it might be the sign of a connection forged between you and Voldemort."
"You've told me this before, Professor," said Mia bluntly. She did not care about being rude. She did not care about anything very much anymore.
"Yes," said Dumbledore apologetically. "Yes, but you see, it is necessary to start with your powers. For it became apparent, shortly after you and your brother rejoined the magical world, that I was correct, and that your scar and powers were giving you and Harry warnings when Voldemort was close to you, or else feeling powerful emotion."
"I know," said Mia wearily.
"And this ability of yours, to detect Voldemort's presence, even when he is disguised, and to know what he is feeling when his emotions are roused, has become more and more pronounced since Voldemort returned to his own body and his full powers."
Mia did not bother to nod. She knew all of this already, but Draco was listening intensely.
"More recently," said Dumbledore, "I became concerned that Voldemort might realise that this connection between you exists. Sure enough, there came a time when you entered so far into his mind and thoughts that he sensed your presence. I am speaking, of course, of tonight when you witnessed the attack on Mr. Weasley."
