where young mia potter protects her brother as the two siblings are thrown into the wizarding world
[ the philosopher's stone - the chamber of secrets ]
[ fred weasley x oc ]
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
***
Mrs.Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside.
"We're running low, Arthur," she sighed. "We'll have to buy some more today...ah well, guests first! After you, Harry dear!"
And she offered him the flowerpot.
Harry stared at them, then settled his gaze onto his sister, who shared his confusion. Mia pursed her lips, saving her brother the embrassment "What is he supposed to do?"
Ron let out a groan, smacking his forehead "They never travelled by Floo powder, Mum." Ron frowned at the Potters, "Sorry, guys. I forgot."
"Never?" said Mr.Weasley. "But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year?"
"We went on the Underground-"
"Really?" Mr.Weasley interrupted, eagerly "Were there escapators? How exactly-"
"Not now, Arthur," Mrs.Weasley told her husband, with a roll of her eyes "Floo powder's a lot quicker, dear, but goodness me, if neither of you never used it before-"
"They'll be all right, Mum," said Fred. "Just watch us first."
He took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire and threw the powder into the flames. With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than Fred.
The Potter siblings stumbled back, eyes comically wide as they watched Fred step into the fire, shouting "Diagon Alley!" and vanished.
Mia felt Harry grab her hand, she quickly gave him a reassuring squeeze. "You must speak clearly, dears," Mrs.Weasley told the two, as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot. "and mind you get out at the right grate."
"The right what?" Harry asked, nervously, as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight too.
"Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as you've spoken clearly-"
"They'll be fine, Molly, don't fuss." Mr.Weasley said, smiling at his wife. He was helping himself to Floo powder too.
Mia turned her head, seeing that Harry was frowning at the fireplace which made herself frown. Mia nudged her brother, green eyes quickly met hazel "Do you want me to try it?" Even though she desperately did not want to step into that fireplace.
Harry shook his head, "N-No, no, I'm fine. I can do it."
"Keep your elbows tucked in." Ron advised his friend.
"And your eyes shut," said Mrs.Weasley. "The soot-"
"Don't fidget," Ron said, "or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace."
