Mia's story

by MiaPotter92

What happens when a girl several years younger than Harry Potter who has had nothing to do with the war finds herself thrown back into a time that she was never meant to be a part of? I own nothing but my OC and any other OC's I may come up with upon my merry little way! Mature rating as it includes swearing, violence and smut. Be warned!

10. Karma's not cool Neither are turds

Chapter 10

The next five weeks pass in a blur of studying for Hogwarts, "exercise" sessions that are sometimes with Alastor and sometimes with the twins, preparing myself for Hogwarts, baking a bunch of stuff with Dorea sometimes teaching me family recipe's which Charlus loved because it kept him from getting too hungry between meals, keeping up regular contact with James and having sessions with Charlus and Dorea to try and regain more memories which has so far been fairly decent, I have almost the whole day's memory regained but there's a gap between a memory of me being on the toilet and the memory that first came back to me.

When I got the memory of being on the toilet back, Dorea insisted on checking over it several times in the pensieve much to my mortification, "just in case".

She didn't find anything interesting.

Just me peeing.

While semi-intoxicated.

And singing.

S Club 7.

Don't judge me, I was having my own, personal 'S Club Party'.

There was a dance too.

I remember feeling awesome being sat on that toilet doing my jig…watching it with Dorea, not so much.

We still don't know what caused me to come back here.

And still don't know for sure if the people I care about are okay.

Dumbledore who's been monitoring my memory recovery, Dorea and Charlus all agree that with the not very long amount of time between me being on the toilet and me being attacked, the chance of everyone being okay and my waking up screaming about them dying was actually just a nightmare caused by the trauma of the attack is getting increasingly high.

I can't help but get my hopes up but the cost is that I'm mentally and physically drained all the time.

Between everything, I feel like I'm crumbling.

And this is only the beginning.

Dorea says that once I've got the memories secure in my mind, the feeling will fade.

I hope so.

Charlus thinks that my first memory was the opening of a fairly slow floodgate. My memories had been unlocked, it was just now a matter of waiting for them to flow back into the part of my brain where I can be aware of them again.

That both comforts me and terrifies me.

If I've come this far just to find out everyone is dead, I don't think I'll cope with it at all.

Charlus, Dorea and even the twins have been doing their best to make sure I have time to myself and time to do other things as well.

In the last 5 weeks I've been to the cinema with Fabian and Gideon who I'm still learning to trust, twice first to watch 'Bugsy Malone' and then again to watch 'Carrie' – this was when they discovered they loved horror films and me to watch 'The Omen' literally straight after. That night I made them stay the night, something which Charlus wasn't too keen on, but when I insisted and said we could all stay together in the living room and he and Dorea could also stay he folded.

And I wasn't alone.

But I remembered.

I still remember.

Fascinated about the cinema, Charlus and Dorea took me again to watch 'King Kong' and 'The Pink Panther Strikes Again' both in the same day.

We've been for meals, I've been introduced to Mr and Mrs Weasley and their 3 children who are adorable, had movie nights with some VCR's Dad has of black and white movies, me and Dorea have had girly nights where we stayed up to watch films and I let her perm my hair by magic which I immediately made her put back straight.

Also, I've discovered several Disney films I adored watching back in my time have been released here too. So far I've watched: Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, Pinocchio, Bambi, Dumbo and Cinderella.

I made Fabian and Gideon watch Cinderella and Bambi with me as revenge for the horror films but it only half worked seeing as Gideon hated it.

It turns out Fabian however, loves Disney.

I wasn't really all that surprised to be honest.

I should've known.

Apparently Peter Pan is out too and I literally just can't wait, I'm unreasonably excited to watch it. It's my favourite Disney film and I haven't found it in any VCR shops yet.

The sound of my door opening and two little bodies body slamming me break me out of my pensieve staring at the ceiling.

"HI MIA!"

"We waited for you downsthairsh but you weren'th coming sho we came to get you!"

"Hey boys!" I say almost as happily, ruffling Bill and Charlie's hair in turn.

"Mummy and aunty Dorwea are waiting for us downstairs! They said we can come and get you!" Charlie tells me, excitedly with his ridiculously cute lisp that just makes me wanna cuddle and squeeze him.

Not that I do.

"Well why didn't you say so then, what are waiting for, you silly bums? Let's go!" I say dramatically, lifting the two skinny little buggers up as I shifting to the side, dropping them and them tickling them both.

"We did!"

"Mia thtop! We did! I promishh!"

"Yeah, we promise!"

They squeal and giggle manically, squirming to get away, anything else they try and say is smothered in laughter and giggles.

Eventually I have to stop because I'm laughing too hard and I'm pretty sure the kids are going to combust if I carry on.

Mrs Weasley wouldn't be too appreciative of that, I don't think.

My check hurt from smiling – it's only around these two that I can stay genuinely happy.

"The women are wondering what the hold up is." Charlus's amused voice comes from the doorway. "Molly seemed to think the boys had done something but I see how it is." He chuckles, taking in the scene.

"She tickled us!" Bill tells him, outraged.

"Yeah!"

"Tell-tale." I mutter to him, sticking my tongue out.

"We told her Mummy and auntie Dorea was waiting and then she said we should have said and tickled us!"

"Yeah!"

"But we did say!"

"Yeah!"

Charlus looks at me with a gleam I don't like and then back at the boys and leans over to whisper something in their ears.

They're staring at me.

Should I run?

The three of them start charging towards me.

SHOULD'VE BLOODY RUN!

I get bowled over by two red-haired little shits and a grown up big shit who go on to tickle the hell out of me!

No!

This isn't how this is supposed to work!

They're not supposed to fight back!

Karma's not even cool.

I'M FUCKING DYING!

They don't stop until I'm spazzing, gasping for air, my stomach hurts from laughing and my face is stained with the tear tracks of my desperation and torture.

"Bet thicklingsh not tho fun now!" Charlie, the littlest of the little shits tells me with a big grin on his little shit face.

"Shush ginge!" I tell him.

I'm such a nice person.

"YOUR FACE IS A GINGE!" Bill yells at me, still giggling.

Charlus just laughs, tells me to "hurry up and get my butt downstairs" and picks the boys up, one under each arm and runs out with a with warrior cry.

Shaking my head and giggling I put my slippers on and follow.

Times like this are happening more and more frequently, it makes it hard not getting too attached…hell, I'm already too attached.

Only about a week ago I woke up to find myself home alone….when Charlus came back only about 10 minutes later, I was in the middle of a panic attack, thinking up the worse possible reasons they weren't home.

Forget just being attached, I think I'm borderline over-attached.

Downstairs, I follow the noises into the living room where I can't help but smile and laugh again at Bill and Charlie doing what looks like some sort of a tribe dance – complete with the noises that I could hear - with baby Percy in the middle who bless him, is completely unaware of what's going on around him and adorably fast asleep.

"Hello Mia, how are you?"

"I'm good thank you, Mrs Weasley. How about you?" I ask as the Weasley matriarch gets up and pulls me in for a hug.

Between Charlus, Dorea, Mrs Weasley, her children, Fabian, Gideon (occasionally) and surprisingly, even Arthur – I don't know why that surprised me, but it did -, in the little over 3 months that I've been here I've been hugged, cuddled, bear-hugged, kissed on the cheek/forehead/head/nose, had my hair ruffled and had other small gestures of affection more often than I think I ever have had in my life.

I've had my ass slapped too, but that's only by Fabian.

It's appropriate because my butt calls to be slapped and I'm of legal age to have my butt slapped, apparently.

I don't think my slapping him back has had any impact on his whatsoever.

"Oh I'm fine thank you." She says airily. "I was just wondering if you could have Percy for a few hours while I take Bill to get a new pair of shoes…the ones I make for him are literally run through within days." She sighs exasperatedly. "I also need to pick up a few things Arthur asked for that he needs for work. What was I- oh yes, so would it be okay for you to have Percy for a while? I wouldn't usually ask but he's been a bit poorly with a cold and don't want to make it worse."

"That's completely fine, Mrs Weasley." I assure her hurriedly. The woman's always got so much to do and works her butt off "I'd love to!"

"Oh, are you sure, dear? I don't want to put you out." She asks anxiously.

Put me out of what?

Lying on my bed and staring at a ceiling because I'm tired but too scared to sleep in case I have nightmares?

Nope, I'm good.

"Really, I don't have any plans today and little Perce will give me something other than a book to focus on." I say with a reassuring smile.

A smile lights up her face as she turn to look at her youngest with the similar maternal warmth as Dorea and she hugs me again.

"Thank you so much, Mia. I'm so grateful."

She goes and takes Percy off Bill, who'd gotten the idea to try and put Percy on Dad's record player to see if he'd turn with the record when it played and slaps him around the head.

"Really Bill! How many times have I told you that you can't put your brother on top of things?" She shouts. "He could get hurt!"

"But Mummy, I used to do it to Charlie all the time and he's fine!" Bill insists.

"Yeah!" Is the little bugger's response with a big grin on his face and chocolate on his eyelid from the biscuits Dorea had put out on the table.

Don't think your proving big bro's point there, little dude. I think, smiling at the little turd.

Shaking her head, wanly Mrs Weasley hands Percy over to me and passes me a bag I never even noticed.

"Everything's in there, he's was fed and changed literally just half an hour ago so he won't have another feed for about an hour and a half but he's being fussy at the moment so he'll have bits, wait and then want some more after a little bit. If he cries he likes to be sung to and rocked." She tells me anxiously, watching her baby son lay calmly in my arms.

"Mrs Weasley, I've looked after babies before, you have nothing to worry about. Percy and I will have a great time and if I do need anything I've got Dorea and Charlus right here." I comfort her, shifting Percy into one arm and putting my hand on her shoulder. "Everything will be fine. Don't feel like you have to rush or be back for a certain time. I really am happy to have him and have everything under control."

Looking mostly assured she gives Percy a quick kiss on his little head and summons her older two.

"Okay then, everything won't take too long. I'll be back for him some time before 6." She tells me as she walks out the room, ushering Bill and Charlie out with her and ignoring their protests, telling her to take Percy and leave them instead.

Dorea follows to see her out and Charlus wanders off to the kitchen.

"Just us they, hey little man?" I say to the somehow still asleep little bundle in my arms and kiss him lightly on his tiny little nose.

The next few hours are spent in the TV room, watching Dumbo and then Pinocchio with Percy alternating between drinking a little milk here and there while I sang about Miss Polly and her dolly, sleeping, Dorea changing his poopy nappy (twice), staring in awe at the flickering pictures on the TV and snotting on my shoulder when he leans in for a cuddle.

I can't even bring myself to care.

He's just too freaking cute.

A bloody long cry from the uppity stick who gave me detention for getting lost in my first week at Hogwarts, but I decide not to hold that against him as he gurgles and looks at me with his big, adorable, hazely-brown eyes.

I play with him, sitting him up on my knees while I hold him up by his arms and rock him back and forth, making faces at him.

"If the wind changes your face may just stick like that." Dorea states as she walks in with Charlus following and grinning.

"Is that what happened to Charlus?" The retort slips out and I look up anxiously from Percy who's trying to grab my nose.

"Oi! I'm not the one who said that!"

"It's true though." Dorea tells him, solemnly sitting next to me and holding her arms out for the baby.

Handing Percy over I just grin at him, making him puff up.

"Well, I see how it is now!" He splutters indignantly. "I would have expected such behaviour from YOU Dory but I see you've also corrupted our daughter against me too!" He finishes by sitting down on the armchair, sniffing and turning his head snottily.

I finish by throwing Percy's dirty bib at him and smile sweetly when it lands right on his face.

He throws it back but I bat it away and stick my tongue out at him, prompting him to do the same back and I do it again.

"Really Charlus, your behaviour is appalling for some-"

Her response is cut off when he throw the bib on her head and we start laughing in unison.

Of course, this is the moment Mrs Weasley chooses to come back in, led by Twinky and just stares for a moment before smiling.

"I'm glad you've not all been too stressed." She says, amused at the scene before her.

Dorea takes the bib of her face, directs a fake dirty look at Charlus and then me before looking to Mrs Weasley.

"It seems as though they both have the same mental age as Percy here, so there really hasn't been a problem at all!" She says sugary sweet.

"He's been alright then? Not fussed? Did he cry?"

"He's been fine, he slept ate, slept some more, ate some more, did a poo, Dorea changed his nappy and then he had the rest of his milk and went back to sleep until half an hour ago when he needed another nappy change and has been sat watching this film with me until Charlus came in and disturbed us." I tell her.

"Oi!" He responds, again. "They've been ganging up on me is what they've been doing." Charlus tells her, pouting.

"Oh please, he walked in barely 5 minutes ago!" Dorea retorts.

"And you've been bullying me since!" He insists.

"Get a grip, dear." Dorea tells him sweetly.

"See what I have to put with?" I ask Mrs Weasley with a deadpan look as she picks up Percy.

The effect is ruined slightly when the bib lands over my face and a pillow – courtesy of Charlus – hits me in the face, literally a second after.

"Where are the boys?" Dorea asks, as though she didn't just do that.

"Oh they were tired so I took them home and left them with Arthur. I've got the tea on so I'll need to be back in a minute." She replies and turns to me. "Thank you so much for this, you've been such a help. All of you, thank you.

"It was no problem, I was glad to have him." I assure her as I pick up the baby bag and give it to her. "If you need me to babysit again, I'm here and definitely happy to do so."

"I'm glad and I'll bear that in mind, dear. Well I should be off before the casserole burns, thank you again!" She says patting me on the cheek and turning around.

Dorea gets up to see her to the chimney shoot and I sit back down.

"You ready for dinner, Princess?"

"Always." I say with an implied 'durrr'.

Dinner's mine and Charlus's favourite part of the day.

Especially when dinner's finished and its dessert time.

Looking back at the TV I watch as the Blue Fairy asks Pinocchio why he disobeyed Geppetto.

"Are you looking forward to going back to Hogwarts?" He asks in the same tone.

Is he generally curious or is he trying to get at something?

"In a sense, I suppose."

"Are you excited to meet the boys?"

I look over but his face is turned towards the TV, either watching with limited interest or feigning casualness ridiculously well.

"A bit nervous but yeah."

A bit and the rest!

They're supposed to come tomorrow.

James had been jealous when he heard we'd been to the cinema so he'd planned a bunch of activities that he wanted to do like cinema, swimming, to a theme park – out of the ones I knew of, only Drayton Manor's currently open -, he wants to go to the Great British Beer Fest which is next year, bowling and to go to an AC/DC concert.

"Are you looking forward to everything he's planned?" He questions.

"Yeah, I-"

"Charlus, don't beat around the bush. We may as well just come out with it." Dorea sighs walking back in.

I knew it!

"What's wrong?" I ask nervously, looking between the two.

"Nothin- well, you know of the Order, yes? Dumbledore told you about it?"

I nod.

"You know we're members of The Order?" Charlus asks pointlessly.

"Yeaahhh…"

"Well we – Dorea and I have been asked to do something, but we can't do it from here. I can't give you many details or tell you how long we'll be away for but we leave on Wednesday."

A number of emotions, questions and thoughts jumble through me at once.

"This Wednesday?"

It's Sunday toda

"Yes."

"Does it have to be you two who go? Why can't anyone else?" I demand.

"We've got the most relevant experience." Dorea says soothingly.

I'm not fucking soothed.

"Is it dangerous?"

They both glance at each other before Dorea opens her mouth.

"No." I interrupt whatever she was about to say. "Don't sugar-coat it. Tell me straight. Will you be in danger?" I ask, clenching my fists.

"Yes. We've done something like this before… a few times actually." She tries placating me.

It doesn't work.

Charlus walks over and sits next to me and takes my hand.

"Mia, this is something we've been trained to do. We may not be young anymore but we're still damn good at what this requires us to do and we've never come back with a scratch on us before."

"There's a first for everything. I don't… I can't…what if something happens?"

I can't lose them.

Not no – no, I just – I need them.

"We can't promise that nothing will happen but we can promise that we'll but our asses off to make sure it doesn't."

I feel like fear's literally taken over me.

I've lost everyone.

I can't lose them too.

"How long will you be gone?"

"We don't know."

Right, they said that.

"Does James know?"

"Charlus went to see him while you were looking after Percy."

Oh. That's why he didn't sit with me like he usually does when a film's on.

"He gave me a letter to give to you, by the way. He wrote it then and there." He informs me.

"Will James and I be staying here or going somewhere else?" I ask, my eyes fixed on the TV but am not paying the slightest bit of attention to it anymore.

"We were thinking the safest option would be to send you to Hogwarts for the holidays instead." Dorea says gently next to me, I hadn't even realised she'd moved there until she holds my other hand.

"Oh."

"We hate that we can't spend your first Christmas here with you and the boys and we are really sorry, Princess."

I frown at that. "It's not your fault. You shouldn't feel as though you have to choose between fighting back and your family. There'll be other Christmases."

"You don't need to worry about us. We're the parents, is you who should be turning our hair grey."

I smile simply because I know that's what Charlus is aiming for with that comment.

"I'll bear that in mind."

"Are you okay with going to Hogwarts?" Dorea asks sounding slightly nervous.

No I'm not but that's not the part I'm most concerned about right now. I think, but not wanting to burden them into feeling guilty or responsible for my concern I keep that to myself.

"Yeah, I'm okay with that." I assure them with my half-truth. "When do I h-go?"

"We don't leave until Wednesday morning, so any time before that. It's up to you." Charlus tells me, kindly.

I don't have anything packed considering I thought I had like 3 weeks left.

"Would Tuesday be okay?"

"That's fine, Princess. Dumbledore said he'll connect his fireplace to ours so we'll floo you over whenever you want. Is there anything you need?"

Now I only have 2 days.

"Not that I'm aware of. I'll let you know if there is." I assure them, even though I probably won't. "What about everything I'm behind in?"

"Be sure you do, there's no point in you going without when we can happily supply you with whatever you need." Dorea tells me for like the hundredth time.

"Dory, don't nag at her. Whatever you're behind in James and the boys have already said they'd help you with. We don't expect miracles, Mia, just do the best you can, we understand how much pressure you have on you."

Not knowing what to say I just smile again and nod.

Great, I'm already going to be a burden on James, Sirius and Remus.

Are you ready for dinner, Princess?" Charlus smiles at me.

No. I'm not even remotely hungry anymore.

"Sure."

Dinner passes quickly, I eat bare minimum and skip dessert, going up as quickly as I can without being rude after Charlus gives me my letter from James.

I spend over an hour in the shower, put on James' snitch pyjamas and get in bed.

There's a dreamless draught on my bedside table and I silently thank Dorea before starting on James' letter.

A/N BOLD everything in the letter, everything normal is…well, normal and italics are Mia's thoughts A/N

Mia,

I hope the change isn't too disconcerting for you considering how last minute it is and if it is…GET OVER IT! YOU'RE COMING TO HOGWARTS, LITTLE SIS! Seriously, don't worry because you'll love it and if for some reason you're completely insane and you don't then you'll definitely love us and we'll make you love it...WE WILL MAKE YOU, DAMNIT!

Seriously though, how are you? Not too nervous I hope, you really have nothing to worry about, everyone who matters already likes you, aka ME! The other three gits too! Even Evans thinks you coming here is a good idea! Although, she only says that because she thinks you'll make me less ignorant, arrogant, rude and hopefully will keep me in line, on a leash and make me more conscientious so that maybe I'll be even a tiny bit tolerable.

You wouldn't do that to me, would you, Mia?! You sound cool so far….STAY COOL, SIS!

Wow, did she really say that to him?

I'm quite annoyed about that, I feel quite protective of my brother already and he's been nothing but protective, funny and big brothery so hearing the girl he's crazy about talk to his face like that pisses me off.

Bitch.

No. Calm down, you've got hindsight behind your reasoning which Lily doesn't and James does pretty much stalk her. Be fair.

I miss being able to blindly hate people.

Besides, she only said it because it's her monthly rage time. Girls can be scary.

What's also scary is that she knows that she's on her period…

By the way, there's a box at the bottom of my wardrobe, could you bring it here for me? Be careful and follow my instructions very carefully.

Oh God.

I know you're underage but the ministry won't know the magic's from you. The wand motion is straight line downwards and the words are 'James is the best, James rules. James is a God and is the most handsome bastard in the wide world.' Make sure you say the words because you don't even want to know what will happen if you don't. Make sure you're wearing gloves as well when you grab the box and stroke it twice in the middle and poke the bottom right hand corner three times straight away. Then AND ONLY THEN move with it or you'll be cursed with boils. Don't ask where.

Lovely.

Put it at the bottom of your trunk and put your books on top, it likes the dark and it'll keep it calm. THANKS SIS!

Lily's staying at Hogwarts for the holidays too so that means you'll get to meet her in a few days! You will love her! But not too much. She's mine. If you're a lesbian then there are many other hot girls here for you to take your pick from, just stay away from Lily.

Actually stay away from those girls too, they're not good enough for you and you're too young to date anyway. And don't date if you're straight either. No one's good enough and boys are only after one thing and you're too young for that.

I can't help but smile slightly.

Bless him.

All but one of my Quidditch team (I say my because I'm the Captain…did you know that I'm the captain of the Quidditch team, Mia? Because I am, I'm the Captain of the Quidditch team!) are staying for the holidays so I can introduce you to most of your bodyguards as well.

My bodyguards?!

If I'm not around then at least one of these lot will be and if we're at practise then you'll either be in the Common Room or watching from either the bleachers or the field.

Yes, mein fuhrer.

Dad's waiting so I'm going to wrap it up quickly but I just want you to know that you're already my sister as far as I'm concerned so don't be nervous about me not liking you or any sort of shit like that because I already think you're awesome. Dad says you've got a lot of pressure on you right now and I'll do everything I can to help you in any way I can and I want to do it and am happy do it so don't you dare feel like you're a burden. You're my little sister (Can you tell I like saying that?) and whether you need me to tutor you, help you settle in, listen to you have a girly rant about someone that you toooootally hate or to beat someone up then I'm right hear and not only willing, but eager to do so! We can talk about anything and everything when you're here in case nosy people are reading this. I'm your big brother so bug me, annoy me, cramp my style and embarrass me if that's what makes you happy and I won't even prank you back. Much.

Alright, James over and out!

P.S. I bet you feel better about coming to Hogwarts now. I know that because I'm AWESSOOOOMEEEEE!

P.P.S. If you don't get sorted into Gryffindor then I will be disappointed in you and if you get sorted into Slytherin then I will be disowning you!

P.P.P.S. I was joking about the Gryffindor bit (even though you HAVE to be in Gryffindor!)!

Lots of love and cheesy shit,

James!

I don't feel good but he's right, I do feel slightly better about my fear of burdening him.

And he wants me to be around apparently.

Will it last?

Is it genuine?

Will Charlus and Dorea be okay?

I'm not ready to go to Hogwarts.

I want to go home.

I'm not ready.

I can't stop myself from falling apart.

I don't know how long I cry for before I remember the potion Dorea had given me and down it quickly.

All I know is I'm not looking forward to tomorrow.