Just a note: Yes, I know how Hermione became Mia. No, you won't find out for a while. And I haven't seen it used before, so hopefully you'll be surprised.

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Chapter 2: Mia Meets Missouri

June 1993

Dean shifted uncomfortably when he realized where they were headed. He looked over his shoulder at the twins in the back seat, leaning against each other peacefully napping. He asked quietly but accusatorially, "Dad… why are we going back there?"

They didn't know that she was still half-awake, simply content to be where she was and reluctant to wake up her brother by moving around.

John glanced over at his eldest and his jaw worked back and forth for a few moments before he answered, "I'm hoping an old friend of mine can tell us what's wrong with your sister."

Mia did her best to hide the wince, because that stung pretty painfully. Not 'what's going on' or 'what her abilities are', her own dad saw her magic as a problem that needed to be fixed. Her accidental magic had been much easier to control now that she had Hermione's memories, but it still happened when she got really emotional and she couldn't tell her family what Hermione knew about magic without sounding like an absolute crazy person.

Dean must have taken offense to the wording too because he defended her as he whispered angrily, "She's not defective, Dad."

John sighed, "I know… God…" He pushed the heel of his right palm to his eye and dragged it down his face. The man was exhausted. "I didn't mean it that way. I just don't know how to help her. Gimme a monster and instructions on how to kill it and we're golden. Give me my little girl making stuff float and change colors and sometimes explode or set things on fire? Throws me for a loop. A really big loop. I'm lost for a rational explanation. Hell, at this point I'll take even an irrational one. I've never even heard of any psychics who can do what she does."

Dean looked back at the twins again, and caught Mia closing her eyes at the last second. Damn. "You don't think she could've just been born with magic?"

John scoffed, "Demons give magic. Besides, the last witches we hunted hadn't heard of anyone being born with it."

It was Dean's turn to scoff, "Dad, those witches were a bunch of newbie weirdos with hex bags and a hate-on for government. Or politicians, I guess, considering how many they offed. I doubt they really delved into the witch community if they hated 'the system'."

John nodded to acknowledge the point, "That may be, but witches don't really make themselves known well enough to hunt easily. And God forbid they form communities. Covens are bad enough. Mia….I guess you could call her powers magic, but… it's pretty far off the map."

Dean folded his arms and murmured a bit petulantly, "You're the one who said you'd take an irrational explanation."

John nodded, acknowledging the hit and the car sank into silence. Hermione smiled a little because Dean had planted a seed of the idea for her.

A few hours later, they pulled up in front of a very normal suburban home. Well, normal except for the fact that there was a neon sign of a palm in one of the front windows. Mia wanted to ask, but wasn't feeling all that talkative at the moment. She was still pretty sore about what her Dad had said about her earlier.

As was usual for them, though, Sam must have had a similar train of thought. "She works at home?"

John half-smiled, "Yeah, psychics have a reputation for being eccentric, so they can get away with a lot when it comes to business."

They all got out of the car, and Dean wrapped an arm around her shoulders comfortingly and pulled her close to his side with a squeeze. She smiled, knowing he was comforting her because of what their dad had said in the car earlier.

As they walked up to the house, a friendly looking woman opened the door, "Well hello there John, Dean, Sam, Mia. Very nice to see you all again. Come on in now, don't be shy." Mia's eyes narrowed on the lady. This was the one who was supposed to tell them about her accidental magic? She shook her head disbelievingly as the family trudged along behind her into the house, and they all sat on the couches around the coffee table, Mia sandwiched between two brothers on one side and John and Missouri on the other. "Well, well. Haven't you all grown since I last seen ya?"

None of the kids really knew what to say to that since none of them remembered her at all, so they just sat quietly.

The woman pointed a finger at Dean, who was fiddling with something in his pocket, "Boy, if you start playing with that lighter around all my nice flammables I'll take it away and keep it."

Mia's eyes narrowed. So Missouri was a mind reader, and felt no compunction about using that ability to spy on everyone around her. Mia was… mistrustful… at best. The lady must have caught her expression, because all of a sudden the full force of Missouri's attention and power was on her. Hermione growled at the attempted intrusion, and her hands balled into fists.

Missouri's voice gentled as she attempted get Mia to drop her shields, and she must have been talking to John at first but the girl couldn't really tell since her eyes were screwed shut in concentration. "It's so rare for someone so young to be strong enough to repel another mind reader." Her voice became coaxing, "It's okay honey, just let me in." Mia opened her eyes only so she could level a glare at the woman. The force of the power pressing on her shields became soothing and pulled at her in a strange, uncomfortable way… though thankfully much less taxing to block out. Missouri reached across the table and held her hand out palm up, silently asking for Mia to take it.

This only made Hermione's moral hackles go up even more, and she pointedly folded her arms in response. "Just because you have the ability to steal the thoughts of those around you doesn't mean I have to let you in my mind." Missouri's mind was still tugging at hers, so she shouted legilimens! in her head and lashed back. Missouri wasn't prepared for the attack, so Mia targeted a few memories that gave her the broad strokes of what Missouri was capable of power-wise. When she withdrew again, the attacking force grew harsh and swelled again, and Mia cried out in pain and reached up to put her hands to her ears as if that could make it stop.

What was probably only a few seconds felt like minutes and Mia broke into a sweat with the continued effort, but Hermione stood firm with solid occlumency shields. She was peripherally aware of her brothers yelling at Missouri to stop, and at her dad to make her stop, but she wasn't really sure because her head was throbbing.

When the pressure let up, Mia sank back into the seat with a hard glare at the lady and restated weakly but firmly, "Don't like having a taste of your own medicine, do you? I don't have to let you in, and I won't let you break in either. My thoughts are my own, and you can go hang for all I care." With all the self-righteousness and dignity a ten year old can muster, she stood to make the dramatic exit that befitted that line. But… her legs were sorta wobbly and Dean helped her to sit back down.

John opened his mouth to question what the hell had just happened, but Missouri held a hand up to stay him. "It's all right, dear, if you feel so strongly about it. It'll make it more difficult to see what powers you have, though."

Hermione huffed and said tiredly, but dripping with disdain, "I doubt that. Besides, as much as Dad says he wants to know about my powers so I can get help, I already know he just wants you to tell him if I have demon magic or not. I didn't even have to look in his mind to figure that out." She smiled fondly over at her dad, "He just worries." John tucked his face into his hands in embarrassment and she then turned back to Missouri, her tone hard again. "Personally, I don't think it's any of your damned business what my powers are. I'd bet good money that Dad only asked you to find out if they were dark, and I'd bet even more that you were the one that said you wanted to meet me in person." Her dad's expression closed and he shifted uncomfortably, telling her that her guess was the right one. "And you wouldn't be able to tell if my powers were dark through telepathy, you daft cow, you'd figure out what my powers felt like by clairsentience." At the woman's raised eyebrow, Mia rolled her eyes. "I did my research. I might be little but I'm old enough to know the proper names for things."

Missouri smiled and laughed self-deprecatingly. Quite good-humored despite the verbal lashing she'd just taken from a kid, really. "Oh, I guess you are." She turned to face John, "Well, as far as her powers go you don't have to worry about them being dark at all." She looked back at Mia and tilted her head thoughtfully, "They're not light either. Just like the rest of us who were born able to do mysterious things, it isn't light or dark. It just is."

She turned furious eyes to the woman, "Duh. And I'm guessing you didn't tell Daddy that you could have found this out by just touching something that I'd moved with my powers, either." When no one said anything she dragged her hands down along her face in exasperation. "So, what are we doing now? I don't have dark magic and I won't let her in my head to browse through my thoughts like her private playground."

The adults shared a look and John started tentatively, "Well, I thought maybe you could stay here for a while and learn from Missouri."

The reaction was instant and vehement, "No! No way! She'll just go through my thoughts while I'm asleep and defenseless! Its obvious that she's wanted to do that all along, since I didn't really need to be here in person for this and how hard she scratched her grubby little claws against my brain!"

John frowned at Missouri when his daughter described how it had felt. While Mia had had her hands over her ears the woman had said it was necessary, but that didn't sound necessary at all. He watched as his daughter continued her rant, "Two, anything she can teach me I can read about and practice on my own. Just make her give me a book list and I'll figure it out! I already know how to read and block thoughts and I'm obviously already better at it than her, and clairsentience can't be taught. That's all of her tricks!" Mia threw her hands over her head in exasperation, making John put a hand up to cover his amused grin. She had managed to get all that out rapid-fire in one breath, causing her to inhale deeply before continuing, "Three, and most importantly, I'm not going anywhere without my brothers."

He pursed his lips in thought. Both Sam and Mia had taken really well to self study, and she made a good point about already surpassing Missouri. He was inclined to agree. The last few months she'd had fewer accidents and had started gaining control over her ability to move things and change their colors.

Missouri felt for some reason this was a good time to butt in, "Sweetie,"

Mia stood from her seat to tower over the others as she raged, "I'm. Not. Your. Sweetie!" Her wavy hair curled, frizzed and began to pop with what looked like static, then she was gone. When she reappeared at the car, she staggered.

Ohhh that was uncomfortable. And dangerous. Very dangerous.

She checked herself for splinching, but it seemed that she'd managed to successfully, though accidentally, apparate. She heard voices in the house calling out for her, but after both guarding herself from mental onslaught and wandless apparition all energy had been seriously drained. Exhausted, really. So she just sat down on the curb and put her head down between her knees, trying to take deep breaths to calm down the whole world which happened to be spinning at the moment. They'd figure out where she was eventually anyways. The important thing was to not pass out before getting way the hell away from the mind reader. For a legilimens to work the subject had to be conscious, but she didn't know if psychics had that same restriction and wasn't willing to risk it.

Sam was the first one to find her a few minutes later. Probably twin sense or something, because he usually did know where to find her when he needed to. He just sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders and they sat silently for a bit until he said, "I can't believe they even considered splitting us up."

After a minute Mia asked, "Are you scared of me?"

Sam laughed, "I only got scared 'cause you disappeared!" Then he got serious, "It was scary at first back when we didn't know what was happening and Dad was freaking out, but I'm not scared that you'll hurt me or anything. Turn Dean's stakes funny colors, sure. Bucket of water spontaneously dumps on me when you're annoyed, alright. But there's no reason to be scared of you. Out of anyone, I would know. We've been together since birth. Before then, actually."

Her only response was to lay her head on his shoulder and wrap her arms around his midsection.

Dean came up behind them and draped his arms around them and squished them together, "Ewwww, chick flick moment."

Mia mumbled, "I am a chick, pea-brain."

"Yeah, I guess so. Sorta."

She was only able to glare a little due to severe exhaustion, but she'd make up for it later. John called out to Dean and tossed him the car keys. "Get it started, I'll be out in a minute."

No more than five minutes later, they were back on the road. Mia asked him, "What'd she say?"

He shrugged a bit and told her, "Said if you're a psychic, you're the most powerful one she's ever heard of."

She was too tired to wonder if he was telling the whole truth, which he probably wasn't, so she let it go. "Hm." Mia yawned, "She's not following us, is she?"

"No, kiddo."

"Alright. I'm gonna nap, then. I'm wiped." She adjusted the seat belt to go over her waist and curled up on her side, using Sam's leg as a pillow. No more than thirty seconds later, she was out like a light.

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