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 watched, terrified, her hands gripping the rim of the basin so hard that his fingertips were numb.
"Professor?" she said anxiously as Dumbledore lowered the empty glass. "How do you feel?"
Dumbledore shook his head, his eyes closed. Mia wondered. Whether he was in pain. Dumbledore plunged the glass blindly back into the basin, refilled it, and drank once more. In silence, Dumbledore drank three goblets of the potion. Then, halfway through the fourth goblet, he staggered and fell forward against the basin. His eyes were still closed, his breathing heavy.
"Professor Dumbledore?" said Harry, his voice strained. "Can you hear me?"Dumbledore did not answer. His face was twitching as though he was deeply asleep but dreaming a horrible dream. His grip on the goblet was slackening; the potion was about to spill from it. Mia reached forward and grasped the crystal cup, holding it steady.
"Professor, can you hear me?" she said loudly, her voice echoing around the cavern. Dumbledore panted and then spoke in a voice Mia did not recognise, for she had never heard Dumbledore frightened like this.
"I don't want . . . Don't make me . . ."
Mia stared into the whitened face he knew so well, at the crooked nose and half-moon spectacles, and did not know what to do.". . . .don't like. . . . want to stop. . . ." moaned Dumbledore.
"You can't stop, Professor," said Mia. "You've got to keep drinking, remember? You told me you had to keep drinking. Here. . . ."
Hating herself, repulsed by what she was doing, Mia forced the goblet back toward Dumbledore's mouth and tipped it so that Dumbledore drank the remainder of the potion inside.
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice shaking, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She looked at Harry, her eyes filled with tears as she shook her head as Harry ran to his sister's side and took the goblet from her.
"Make it stop, make it stop," moaned Dumbledore.
"Yes. . . . yes, that'll make it stop," lied Harry. He tipped the contents of the goblet into Dumbledore's open mouth.
Dumbledore screamed; the noise echoed all around the vastchamber, across the dead black water.
"No, no, no, no, I can't, I can't, don't make me, I don't wantto. . . ."
"It's all right, Professor, it's all right!" said Harry loudly, hishands shaking so badly he could hardly scoop up the sixth gobletful of potion; the basin was now half empty. "Nothing's happeningto you, you're safe, it isn't real, I swear it isn't real, take this, now,take this. . . ."
And obediently, Dumbledore drank, as though it was an antidote Mia offered him, but upon draining the goblet, he sank tohis knees, shaking uncontrollably.
