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, guess what?" said Tonks from her perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at her; a ring glittered there.
"No fucking way!" Mia said, her eyes wide as she beamed at Lupin and Tonks as Prongs came flying through the window and landed on Mia's arm. "Oh, I'm so happy for you guys!"
"All right, all right, we'll have time for a cosy catch-up later," roared Moody over the hubbub, and silence fell in the kitchen. Moody dropped his sacks at his feet and turned to Mia and Harry, "We had to abandon Plan A. Pius Thicknesse has gone over, which gives us a big problem. He's made it an imprisonable offence to connect this house to the Floo Network, place a Portkey here, or Apparate in or out. All done in the name of your protection to prevent You-Know-Who from getting in at you. It's absolutely pointless, seeing as your mother's charm does that already. What he's done is to stop you from getting out of here safely. Second problem. You're both underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you."
"Fantastic," Mia said sarcastically as Prongs hooted.
"Point is, we have to use those means of transport the Trace can't detect," Moody went on as Mia looked at him, "brooms, thestrals and the like. We'll go in pairs. That way if anyone's out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be, they won't know which Mia and Harry Potter is the real one."
"The real one?" Harry asked as the twins exchanged looks. From inside his cloak, Moody now withdrew two flasks of what looked like mud. There was no need for him to say another word; Mia understood the rest of the plan immediately.
"No," Mia said, "absolutely fucking not."
"I told you they'd take it well," Hermione said as Mia looked at her.
"If you think I'm going to let people risk their lives for us. . . ." Harry said as Mia raised an eyebrow.
"Never done that before, have we?" Ron said as Mia looked at him.
"No, this is different," Mia said, shaking her head. "This could end badly, you could die. They could mistake you for me or Harry and kill you."
"Everyone here's of age, Potters," Moody said, "and they've all agreed to take the risk."
"Technically, I've been coerced," a voice behind Mia said. The ginger girl turned and saw Mundungus standing there.
"Nip it, Mundungus!" Moody snapped, shutting up the wizard. "All right, Granger, as discussed."
Before Mia or Harry could respond, Hermione had grabbed a tuff of hairs from Harry's head and some from Mia.
"Blimey, Hermione!!" Harry said at the same time Mia said, "Fucking hell!"
Hermione dropped Mia's hair into one potion and Harry's hair into the other. The moment it made contact with its surface, the potion began to froth and smoke, then, all at once, it turned a clear, bright gold.
