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, I must insist you accompany me back to the castle immediately!"
The ginger girl was walking ahead of Slughorn with a grin as she turned around.
"That would be counterproductive, sir," she said with a grin as she carried on walking.
"And what makes you say that?" Slughorn asked as Mia shrugged.
"No idea," she said, shrugging as she carried on walking. Mia came to a stop when she looked up and saw Hagrid sitting disconsolately on a stump. Nearby, Aragog's massive body was lying on the ground, legs up.
"Is that an actual Acromantula?" Slughorn asked as Mia looked at it.
"A dead one, sir," she said, looking at the professor before she carried on walking.
"Mia, 'Orace," croaked Hagrid, when he saw Mia and Slughorn.
"My god, dear man," Slughorn said, shocked and amazed, "how did you ever manage to kill it?"
"Kill 'im!" Hagrid said, horrified as Mia looked at him, "me oldest friend, 'was!"
"I'm sorry," Slughorn said, his face dropping as Mia looked at him, "I didn't realise." Hagrid waved his hand as Mia turned back to him.
"Ah, don't worry yourself," he said, "yer not alone. Seriously misunderstood creatures, spiders. It's the eyes, I reckon. Unnerve people."
"Not to mention the pincers," Mia added, making a little claw motion with his hand while making a clicking sound as Hagrid eyed Mia curiously.
"I reckon that too," he added, "how'd yeh get outta the castle anyways?"
"Through the front doors," she said with a smile.
"Hagrid. I wouldn't want to be indelicate," Slughorn said as Mia looked at him, "but Acromantula venom is uncommonly rare and, well, if you wouldn't mind my extracting a vial or two, purely for academic pursuits. . . ."
"Don't suppose it's doin' 'im any good, izzit?" Hagrid said as Slughorn beamed.
"My thoughts exactly!" Slughorn said as Mia looked at him. "Always carry a few spare ampoules for just such occasions. Old Potion Master'shabit, you know."
Mia watched as Slughorn bent over the pincers, examining the enormous hairy head before getting out small vials.
"Wish yeh coulda seen 'im in 'isprime," Hagrid said, "magnificent 'e was. Just magnificent."
Hagrid took out a handkerchief and snorted loudly into it as Slughorn looked up, studied Hagrid's sorry expression with empathy and stepped away.
"Why don't I say a few words?" Slughorn asked. "I trust he had family?"
