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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"Ah, Mia, Harry, you got my message. Come in."
It was evening a few weeks later and Mia and Harry were in Dumbledore's office after receiving a letter, requesting their presence in his office. The circular office looked just as it always did; the delicate silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, puffing smoke and whirring; portraits of previous headmasters and headmistresses dozed in their frames, and Dumbledore's magnificent phoenix, Fawkes, stood on his perch behind the door, watching Mia and Harry with bright interest. It did not even look as though Dumbledore had cleared a space for duelling practice.
"How are you both?"
"Fine, sir," the twins said together.
"Enjoying your classes?" he asked as Mia shrugged. "I know Professor Slughorn is most impressed with you Mia."
"I think he overestimates my abilities, sir," she said chuckling as Harry nodded.
"Do you?" he asked as Mia nodded.
"Definitely," she said chuckling.
"What about your activities outside the classroom?" he asked as the twins looked at each other confused.
"Sir?" the twins asked.
"Well, I noticed you spend a great deal of time with Miss Granger," Dumbledore said as he looked at Harry. Mia roared with laughter as Harry's eyes went wide. "I can't help wondering if. . . ."
"Oh, no, no," Harry said as Mia was still laughing, "I mean, she's brilliant, and we're friends, but. . . . no."
"Forgive me," he said with a kind smile, "I was mainly being curious."
He turned to Mia.
"And Mia?" Dumbledore asked as the ginger girl was still laughing, "Slughorn tells me you smelt nothing in the Amortentia." Mia nodded as she stopped laughing. "Are you sure you smelt nothing?" Mia hesitated as she looked at Dumbledore.
"You already know, don't you?" she asked as he nodded.
"I do," he said with a grin. "But don't worry, your secret is safe with me." Mia smiled as Harry looked confused.
"But enough chit-chat," he said, "you must be wondering why I summoned you here tonight. The answer lies here."
Dumbledore got to his feet and walked around the desk, past Mia and Harry, who turned eagerly to watch Dumbledore bending over the cabinet beside the door. When Dumbledore straightened up, he held a familiar shallow stone basin etched with odd markings around its rim. He placed the Pensieve on the desk in front of Mia and Harry.
"What you're looking at are memories," said Dumbledore, pulling from his pocket a crystal bottle containing a swirling silvery-white substance. "In this case about one individual."
