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?"
Eight months had passed and Mia was starting to lose hope. The ginger girl was sitting outside their tent in the forest as Hermione came out to join her.
"Hey," Mia said, standing up. "You okay?"
"Yeah, Harry wants a word with us all," she said as Mia smiled.
"Okay," Mia said following Hermione into the tent. "What's up?"
"He's abroad!" Harry said, the second Mia came into view. "He's still looking for the Wand, I knew it!"
"How do you know?" Hermione asked.
"Come on, Hermione, why are you so determined not to admit it? Vol. . . ."
"HARRY, NO!"
". . . .demort's after the Elder Wand!"
"The name's Taboo!" Ron bellowed, leaping to his feet as aloud crack sounded outside the tent. "I told you, Harry, I told you, we can't say it anymore, we've got to put the protection back around us, quickly, it's how they find. . . ."
But Ron stopped talking, and Mia knew why. The Sneakoscope on the table had lit up and begun to spin; they could hear voices coming nearer and nearer: rough, excited voices. Ron pulled the Deluminator out of his pocket and clicked it. Their lamps went out.
"Come out of there with your hands up!" came a rasping voice through the darkness. "We know you're in there! You've got half a dozen wands pointing at you and we don't care who we curse!"
Mia looked around at the other three, now mere outlines in the darkness. Her eyes glowed red as her ginger hair turned into short blonde hair as her freckles left her face and she became more tanned.
"Get up, vermin."
Unknown hands grabbed Mia and before she could stop them, someone had rummaged through his pockets and removed the blackthorn wand. Four or five people were wrestling Mia, Ron and Hermione outside too.
"Get— off—her!" Ron shouted. There was the unmistakable sound of knuckles hitting flesh: Ron grunted in pain and Hermione screamed, "No! Leave him alone, leave him alone!"
"Your boyfriend's going to have worse than that done to him if he's on my list," said the horribly familiar, rasping voice.
"Don't touch her!" Mia snapped as she saw Greyback look at her.
"Delicious girl," he said as he looked at Mia, "what a treat. I do enjoy the softness of the skin. . . ."
Mia's stomach turned over as she refused to look at him. Harry and Ron had been thrown to the ground as Mia heard hear footsteps and crashes; the men were pushing over chairs inside the tent as they searched.
