Disclaimer: I own only the plot and any original characters I care to create, the rest belongs to Rowling.
A/N: I'm sorry. The majority of the summer I have been away from the computer and my beloved internet, but I am back, as is Mia.
"He told her..."
"She punched him..."
"Severus..."
"Lucius..."
"Lily..."
The whispers flew around Mia in a torrent of winds as she walked through Hogwarts, seeking solace in it's walls, only to stop arubtly as she passed.
Faces full of question watched her stride through the great castle, with her usual confident steps. Just enough arrogance for those around her to reconize the Slytherin trait.
Her eyes blazed quietly, though her face held no sign as to what had surpassed. Said expression only fuelling the rumors more so.
Ignoring them as always Mia calmly went to the kitchens to grab some food, having missed dinner.
Oh, how badly she wanted to beat James' arrogant ass to kingdon come. But of course, she was a Slytherin. And a girl. Bones heal, but an attack to his emotions would do him some good. And then she'd have to patch him back up.
So instead she'd ignore him. As she ignored them all. As she ignored Harry and Ron each time they...
Better not to think of such things.
She quickly trodded off to her room, to a restless sleep, in which nightmares of her past and future plagued her dreams.
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Come Monday Professor McGonagoll thought nothing of Mia sitting with the Slytherins at breakfast, or in her class, or at lunch, or at dinner.
Not one teacher at Hogwarts would notice a thing until the following scene took place.
It seems Mia had made far too many friends in Slytherin for the marauder's good, and they were pissed.
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Mia sat in between Severus and Narcissa in the Slytherin stands, observing the chaos around them as the awaited Gryffindor-Slytherin quidditch match was about to begin.
A mild argument began between the professors as the game time came and passed.
Students began to get up and leave. Mia and her friends remained, she the only one unaware of the plotting of her Slytherin bretheran. Even now setting in motion which would destroy Sirius and James.
Mia felt the magical buzz in the air and stood. Her arm in her sleeve touching the tip of her wand.
The professors were already standing, wands at ready, many fainted for what they saw next
Tied by their wrists and their ankles to the posts circles were the captain and beater of the Gryffindor quidditch team. Fully awake, and stark naked.
Several screams were emmited from the student body. Before lecherous girls, fully determined to take advantage of the situation, summoned their brooms and made way to the defenseless boys. Wizarding camera's were popped out, flashes sounded and left spots infront of many a student's eyes.
Mia closed her eyes, but grinned. Even from here she could see Lily in her gold and crimson chuckling softly as yelps came from the posts.
Her grin became a smirk as she saw teachers faint at the sight.
"Severus, Narcissa, I have seen enough. Let's go. After all, I think Lucius would like some thanks," Mia said softly. It was a befitting punishement. Yes, she had stopped many pranks from the marauders that would have hurt several students. But she was one person, and she couldn't stop them all. Though, she sighed, it was things like this that gave Voldemort power. For they fought eachother instead of uniting. She sighed and left the stadium with her friends.
Lily laughed and laughed as she saw James and Sirius. Trying to ignore the pity she felt welling up inside her. They deserved it. Though she doubted it was Mia who had done this.
Being headgirl though, Lily had responsabilities. And since most of the professors were in the course of vomiting and/or fainting, it was her job to sort this out.
She quickly spelled clothes on the two boys and burnt the ropes allowing them to fall for a few seconds before levitating them onto the ground.
Rolling her eyes she made her way over to them.
"Be happy they didn't do worst," was all Lily said, before turning to walk away.
"Conceited bitch..."
Sirius.
Lily turned slowly.
"Be happy I didn't help them," she snarled, before leaving.
Lily began making her way to the library. Hoping to find her friend there.
She did.
She found Mia, the usual stoic teen, laughing with two men who had called her mudblood and a women who had done the same. Yet with Mia, blood didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
She slowly approached them.
"Lucius, Severus, Narcissa, Mia."
"Lily," came Narcissa's response.
"Mudblood," the two men hissed.
Mia's laughter died out as she nicely served each man a kick to the balls, under the table. She was still a Slytherin.
They both seemed to get the message.
Blood didn't matter. Not around Mia. Nothing seemed to. Another kick shook them out of their thoughts.
Narcissa, Lily and Mia were chatting, albeit somewhat reluctantly.
Quite suddenly Lily turned to Lucius.
"Lucius," she said, catching his attention. He merely raised one eyebrow. "Nice job."
Giving Mia a hug and saying good-bye, grudgingly, to the Ravenclaw and remaining Slytherin, Lily Evans left the library, a smile on her face.
The trio turned to Mia in suprise at the peaceful smile on her face.
Unity, and putting differances aside. What Lily had just done was small. But it was a start.
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"Mia LaBerge?"
A Hufflepuff. Fourth year, timid and scared.
"Yes?" she asked, ignoring the sneers her friends were throwing the trembling boy.
"Headmaster Dumbledore would like to see you," he stumbled out.
She nodded and he fled.
Mia turned with amusement in her eyes.
"Must you always scare them?"
"They are quite firm in their beliefs Severus is a vampire and Lucius a dark seducer," Narcissa informed her, her eyes flashing, telling Mia the latter might not be so false.
Mia rolled her eyes, she seemed to be doing that alot lately in their presense.
"Well it seems our dear headmaster wishs for you to report like a good elf to his office," Severus said, his mouth twisting into a sophisticated form of leering.
"I serve no one, listen to no one and obey no one, Severus. You all know that. I just hope that some might realize that serving a purpose is not always as it looks like. The purpose may be less then what it seems, truly being something else. Not a dream, or a vision, but a nightmare, for all," Mia replied calmly. Her eyes seeking out each set of orbs before turning on her heel, and leaving.
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A/N: There you have it. Another chapter. Review if you wish. I could care less. But it lightens one's heart to see a critique. And praise is most welcome. Alas, there I go again, speaking naught of which is important, but what is desired.
So, another chapter. I hope you like it.
Mia can't change the future, but hints like that are bound to slip.
Moony will be in the next chapter. And who knows what headmaster Dumbledore would like to say to Mia LaBerge? Who knows?
Any suggestions, comments and critisisme are welcome.