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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Once back under the starry sky, Mia heaved Dumbledore onto the top of the nearest boulder and then to his feet. Sodden and shivering, Dumbledore's weight still upon him, the twins concentrated harder than they had ever. Closing their eyes, gripping Dumbledore's arm as tightly as they could, the twins stepped forward into that feeling of horrible compression. She knew it had worked before she opened her eyes: The smell of salt, and the sea breeze had gone. The twins and Dumbledore were shivering and dripping in the middle of the Astronomy tower.
"We need to get you to the hospital, sir," Harry said, "to Madam Pomfrey. . . ."
"No," Dumbledore gasped, "Severus, Severus is who I need. Go and wake him. Tell him what has happened. Speak to no one else. I, I shall wait here."
"O-Okay," Mia said nodding. The twins placed Dumbledore against the side wall and they sprinted to the stairwell door and, glancing back, they saw Dumbledore muttering to himself as he gestured with his blackened hand.
"Sir, are you praying?" Harry asked.
"No, Harry," said Dumbledore, smiling lightly. "I do not pray. I was merely closing a window, the one that had allowed us to Apparate."
Mia nodded and as she opened the door, they heard footsteps. Mia's heart dropped as she looked at her brother.
"Hide yourself below," Dumbledore demanded, "and do not speak or show yourself without my permission. No matter what."
The twins looked at each other and hesitated as the footsteps grew closer.
"Do as I say, twins," he said as Mia looked at Dumbledore. "Trust me."
"Professor?" Mia asked in a shaky voice. "Please save him."
Dumbledore gave Mia a kind smile and nodded as the twins looked at each other, nodded and slipped down the stairs. As they reached the level below, the door above them flew open and Mia's heart dropped when Draco walked in.
"Good evening, Draco," Dumbledore said, looking at the teenager, "what brings you out on such a fine Spring evening? Or is it Summer?"
Draco stood opposite Dumbledore, his wand in his hand as he looked incredibly nervous.
"Who else is here?" he asked. "I heard you talking."
"I often talk aloud to myself," Dumbledore said, "I find it extraordinarily useful. That which sounds sane at a whisper can seem utterly mad when said for all the world to hear. Haven't you been whispering to yourself, have you, Draco?"
Draco looked at Dumbledore uneasily.
"You are not an assassin, Draco," Dumbledore said as Mia looked at him.
"How do you know what I am?" Draco shot back. "I've done things that would shock you."
"Like cursing Katie Bell and hoping she would, in turn, bear a cursed necklace to me?" Dumbledore asked as Mia's eyes watered. "Like replacing a bottle of mead with one laced with poison. Forgive me, Draco, but these are attempts so feeble I cannot help but question if your heart has been really in them, but you should know something."
