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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Half an hour later, Mia and Harry were leaving the house when Uncle Vernon took them to the side.
"I'm warning you, twins," he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Mia and Harry's. Mia took a step back, and subtly rolled her eyes as she looked at Uncle Vernon, "any funny business, any at all, and you won't have any meals for a week. Get in."
"We're not going to do anything," said Mia, "honestly. . . ."
But Uncle Vernon didn't believe her. No one ever did.
The problem was, strange things often happened around Mia and Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys they didn't make them happen.
Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers looking as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left "to hide that horrible scar." Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses. Next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off. He had been given a week in his cupboard for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldn't explain how it had grown back so quickly.
Another time, Aunt Petunia had been shouting at Mia for not cleaning the kitchen (when she spent all day cleaning it but Dudley decided to ruin it before his mother got home) and the ginger girl got so angry, a bright red burst of energy left her tiny body and all the glass in the kitchen smashed. Both of them were so shocked that they never spoke about it again.
On the other hand, the twins had gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. Dudley's gang had been chasing them as usual when, as much to Phoenix and Harry's surprise as anyone else's, there they were sitting on the chimney. The Dursleys had received a very angry letter from their headmistress telling them Mia and Harry had been climbing school buildings. But all they'd tried to do (as they shouted at Uncle Vernon through the locked door of their cupboard) was jump behind the big trash cans outside the kitchen doors. Mia supposed that the wind must have caught them in mid-jump.
But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with Dudley and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that wasn't school, her cupboard, or Mrs. Figg's cabbage-smelling living room.
While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to complain about things: people at work, Mia, Harry, the council, Mia, Harry, the bank, Mia and Harry were just a few of his favourite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles.
". . . .roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle overtook them.
"I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Mia, remembering suddenly. "It was flying."
