Mia-POV

Mia Potter squeezed her eyes closed as sunlight blinded her and woke her from a deep sleep. She groaned as she heard "Happy birthday!" in a voice which was much too bright for this time of morning. She opened one eye and looked over toward the window where her mother had just opened her curtain allowing in the light. With one eye opened she forced as much annoyance into her glare as she possibly could.

"Oh come on now Mia don't look at me like that, I get the same death glares from your sister. You two need to learn to get up at a decent hour."

Mia turned her head to look at her alarm clock. She stared at it until the blurry numbers focused.

"Mom, do you realize it is only 9 o'clock on a Saturday morning?"

"Yes young lady I am perfectly aware of the time. Now come on, get up and get ready, we have a big day today." And with that she walked out.

Mia sighed then rolled out of bed. She went over to her window and stared out deep in thought. Today was a pretty big day, her and her twin sister were turning 11 years old. She was very excited because today they were supposed to receive their acceptance letters to Hogwarts. But, one thing was worrying her. Her parents had told her and Marie that they had other big news for them and it was a very serious matter. She turned around, leaned back against her window sill and looked around her room. It was hard to believe that in less than a month she wouldn't be living here year-round, only for breaks. She walked over to her mirror and stared at her reflection. She had long, black hair and bright green eyes. She and her sister were mirror images of one another. They also greatly resembled their father, but both had also inherited their mothers smarts and quick wit. She wrinkled her nose at her reflection. 'Well I better start getting ready' she thought to herself. She picked out her clothes and went to take a shower.

When she came downstairs about 30 minutes later both her mom and dad were sitting at the table in their usual chairs. Her mother had her nose buried in some ancient book and her father was reading the Daily Prophet and sipping his coffee.

"Hey Dad" she said and kissed the top of his head. She grinned as a piece of his messy black hair tickled her nose.

"Good morning honey. How did you sleep?" Harry asked putting down his paper and looking up at his daughter as he put an arm around her waist pulling her against him in a hug.

Mia rolled her eyes and stated "Well I was having the most amazing sleep ever until I was blinded by somebody opening my curtains this morning at an ungodly hour."

Harry chuckled as Hermione looked up from her book. "Mia it was 9 o'clock, that is hardly an ungodly hour. Now what do you want for breakfast?"

"Whatever you want to make is fine with me."

Hermione stood up and pulled out her wand as she did so. "How does French Toast sound?"

"Sounds good Mom." She grinned down at her dad.

"Happy Birthday Mia" he said suddenly.

"Thanks Dad" She said as she pulled out a chair and sat down. "I'm guessing Marie hasn't come down yet."

"No, she was even harder to wake up then you were!" Her mother proclaimed from near the stove where she had her wand flying as she mixed up the batter.

Mia grinned as she imagined Marie's reaction to being woken up so early on a Saturday morning.