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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It was the wedding day, and Mia was outside, helping set the tent up. She was levitating in the air, two red energy balls at her hands as she helped pull the tne tup with the twins, Ron and Mr. Weasley.
"How's it look on your end, boys?" Mia called, looking down at the tent.
"Brilliant!" Fred called as Mia grinned. A second later, Rufus Scrimgeour had appeared out of thin air at the gate.
"Bloody hell, what's the Minister of Magic doing here?" George asked as Mia floated back down to the ground and furrowed her eyebrows.
"Dunno," Mia said, "but something tells me he didn't come to give away the bride." She looked at Ron and the two of them grabbed Harry and Hermione and walked into the Burrow, seeing Scrimgeour standing there.
"To what do we owe the pleasure, Minister?" Harry asked as Mia looked at him.
"I think we both know the answer to that question, Mr. Potter," he said as Mia furrowed her eyebrows. Scrimgeour sat himself in the sagging armchair that Mr. Weasley normally occupied, leaving Mia, Harry, Ron, and Hermione to squeeze side by side onto the sofa.Once they had done so, Scrimgeour spoke.
"What's this?" Mia asked as Scrimgeour pulled out a cloth bag and set it on the small wooden table.
"Don't be coy, Miss. Potter," he said as Mia raised an eyebrow.
"Then hurry up," the ginger girl said.
"Herein is set forth the Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," Scrimgeour said as he turned to Ron. "First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leav emy Deluminator, a device of my own making, in the hope that when things seem most dark, it will show him the light."
Scrimgeour took something from the bag an object that Mia had seen before. It looked something like a silver cigarette lighter, but it had, she knew, the power to suck all light from a place, and restore it, with a simple click. Scrimgeour leaned forward and passed the Deluminator to Ron, who took it and turned it over in his fingers, looking stunned.
"Dumbledore left this? For me?" Ron asked as the Minister nodded. "Brilliant. Er, what is it?"
After squinting at Ron for a moment or two, he turned back to Dumbledore's will.
"To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive."
Scrimgeour now pulled out of the bag a small book that looked as ancient as the copy of Secrets of the Darkest Arts upstairs. Its binding was stained and peeling in places. Hermione took it fromScrimgeour without a word. She held the book in her lap and gazed at it. Mia saw that the title was in runes; she had never learned to read them. As she looked, a tear splashed onto the embossed symbols.
"Mum used to read me those!" Ron said as everyone looked at him. "TheWizard and the Hopping Pot, Babbitty Rabbity and her Cackling Stump."
"What the fuck are you on about?" Mia asked, looking at Ron like he was mental.
"Come on, Babbitty Rabbitty," Ron said as the others stared at him blankly. "No?"
"To Harry James Potter, I leave my personal diary, in hope that when he needs a companion, it shall aid him."
Scrimgeour now pulled out of the bag a small book that was thick and old. Its binding was stained and peeling in places as Harry took it.
"This was Dumbledore's personal diary?" he asked as the Minister nodded. Mia looked at her brother and smiled.
"To Miss Euphemia Lily Potter, I leave the Snitch she caught in her firstQuidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill."
As Scrimgeour pulled out the tiny, walnut-sized golden ball, its silver wings fluttered rather feebly, and Mia could not help feeling definite sense of anticlimax. She held out his hand, and Scrimgeour leaned forward again and placed the Snitch, slowly and deliberately, into Mia's palm. Nothing happened. As Mia's fingers closed around theSnitch, its tired wings fluttered and were still.
"That's it?" Mia asked.
"Not quite," Scrimgeour said as Mia looked at him. "Dumbledore left you a second bequest Miss. Potter. The Sword of Godric Gryffindor. Unfortunately, the Sword of Gryffindor was notDumbledore's to give away. As an important historical artifact, it belongs. . . ."
"To Mia!" Hermione said. "It belongs to Mia! It chose her! It came to her in the Chamber of Secrets when she most needed it!"
"The sword may present itself to any worthy Gryffindor, Miss Granger," Scrimgeour said. "That does not make it that wizard's property. And in any event the current whereabouts of the sword are unknown."
"Excuse me?" Mia asked.
"The sword is missing," the Minister said. "I won't pretend to be your friend, Miss. Potter. But I assure you I'm not your enemy."
"Forgive me, Minister," Mia said, "but it's a little hard to tell the difference these days."
"I don't know what you're up to, Miss. Potter," the Minister said, "but you can't fight this war on your own. He's too strong."
Mia stared at the Minister and her eyes glowed bright red.
