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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"History of magic is upstairs, ladies, not down."
It was Mia, Harry and Ron's free period and while Hermione was in Potions, the trio were standing on a bench, laughing at how confused the first years were while McGonagall was trying to help them all.
"Mr. Levis, that is the girl's lavatory."
Mia let out a laugh and Professor McGonagall looked at her.
"Miss. Potter," she called as Mia's face dropped.
"Oh fuck me," she muttered as Harry and Ron laughed at her. Mia got down from the bench and made her way to McGonagall.
"Alright Professor?" she asked with a grin, identical to her father.
"Enjoying ourselves, are we?" she asked as Mia nodded.
"Yeah, it's great," she said grinning as McGonagall saw James in her. "We had a free period and. . . ."
"So I noticed," McGonagall said as Mia looked at her. "I would think you would want to fill it with potions. Or is it no longer your ambition to become an author?"
"It was, but I was told I had to get an "outstanding" in my O.W.L," she said, "and I did not."
"So you did when Professor Snape was teaching potions," she said as Mia's face dropped. "However Professor Slughorn is perfectly happy to accept N.E.W.T students with exceeds expectations."
"Oh," Mia said, a fake smile on her face, "shit. Well, I'll head there straight away."
"Good, good," McGonagall said as Mia nodded. "Potter, take your brother and Weasley with you. They look far too happy over there." Mia nodded as she grabbed her brother and Ron's arms and dragged them down the potions with her.
"I don't wanna take potions," Ron said as Mia walked in between them.
"I don't either!" Mia said, "But we didn't have a fucking choice."
"Quidditch tryouts are coming up, I need to practice," Ron said as Mia scoffed.
"You know you're good," she said as the three of them opened the door and the entire room went silent and stared at them. The dungeon was, most unusually, already full of vapours and odd smells.
"Ah. Mia, Harry!" Slughorn said as he saw the twins. "I was beginning to worry. We've got someone with us, I see."
"Ron Weasley, sir," Ron said as Mia looked at him and then back at Slughorn. "I'm dead awful at potions actually, so I'll probably just go." He tried to walk away, but Mia got in his way and stopped him.
"Nonsense," Slughorn said, "we'll sort you out. Any friend of Mia and Harry's is a friend of mine. Get your books out."
"So, we don't have books," Mia said, "neither does Ron."
