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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"So, what for all the theatrics, Horace?"
Mia looked at him as she stood next to her brother.
"You weren't by any chance waiting for someone else, were you?" Dumbledore asked.
"Someone else?" Slughorn asked as Mia looked at him. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." Dumbledore said nothing as he looked at Slughorn. Slughorn eyed Dumbledore balefully for a moment. "Oh, all right. The death eaters have been trying to recruit me for over a year. Do you know what that's like? Can only say no to these people so many times, so I never stay anywhere more than a week."
"What about the people who live here?" Mia asked.
"The muggles who own this place are in the Canary islands," Slughorn explained as the ginger-haired girl nodded.
"Do you mind if I use the loo?" Dumbledore asked as Mia and Harry exchanged amused looks.
"No, of course," Slughorn said, nodding to where the bathroom was. "Don't think I don't know why you're here, Albus. The answer is still no. Absolutely and unequivocally NO."
Mia and Harry looked at each other as Slughorn turned to them.
"You're way like your father," he said to Harry, "and you're a lot like your mother." The twins nodded. "Except you have. . . ."
"My father's eyes," Mia said at the same time Harry said, "My mother's eyes." Mia had heard it so often she foundit a bit wearing.
"Lily. Lovely Lily,' Slughorn said as Mia looked at him. "She was exceedingly bright, your mother. Even more impressive when one considers she was a muggle born."
"One of our best friends is muggle born," Mia said.
"She's the best in our year," Harry added.
"Oh, please don't think I'm prejudiced, no, no, no!" Slughorn said as Mia nodded. "Your mother was one of my absolute favourites. Look, there she is, right at the front." He bounced up and down a little, smiling in a self-satisfied way,and pointed at the many glittering photograph frames on thedresser, each peopled with tiny moving occupants.
Mia looked at the photo and a small smile came on her face when she saw the moving photo of her mother, smiling at her. She picked it up and admired it.
"All mine, each and every one," Slughorn said, "ex-students, I mean. You recognise Barnabas Cuffe, editor of the Daily Prophet. Always takes my owls, should I wish to register an opinion on the news of the day. Gwenog Jones, captain of the Hollyhead Harpies. Free tickets whenever I want them. Of course I haven't been to a match in some time."
Mia put the photo down and furrowed her eyebrows as another picture caught her eye. She picked the photo up and looked at it
"Ah, yes, Regulus Black," Slughorn said. Regulus was instantly recognisable as the boy sitting in the middle of the front row: He had the same dark hair and slightly haughty look of his brother, though he was smaller, slighter, and rather less handsome than Sirius had been.
