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Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter and everyone in it, I own Mia and Remiel

So, this chapter skips straight forward to Dumbledore's funeral- hey, I said there'd be a lot of time skipping

Chapter 12: Spilt Tea

Mia turned in her chair and watched as the Hogwarts students walked down the aisles. On one side of her was Bill, who was leaning slightly on Fleur, his face covered in scars from his attack. On her other side was George. She was clasping his hand tightly, and he was running his thumb along her hand softly. She managed to catch a glimpse of Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny just before they sat down. She also saw Luna Lovegood helping Neville along the rows until they found two empty chairs. As she helped Neville down, she looked around at everybody with mild interest.

Mia turned back to the front and looked at the table. It was empty at the moment, but it wouldn't be for long. She'd never been to a wizard's funeral before, in fact; the only funeral she had been to was her aunt's, who was a Muggle and died of cancer.

Everyone had sat down. It was silent for a moment, and then faint singing from the merpeople in the lake started. She couldn't understand the words, but it was soft and quiet. She turned around again- this time along with everyone else- to see Hagrid walking down the centre aisle, carrying something wrapped in purple velvet with gold stars. Dumbledore's body. Hagrid was crying quietly, tears falling from his face and rolling into his beard. When he reached the front, he placed Dumbledore's body softly on the table, before retreating. He blew his nose loudly, and two rows in front of Mia, a head of curly hair turned to shoot him a glare. She squeezed George's hand even tighter when she recognised Delores Umbridge.

In the lake, the merpeople stopped singing, and a small man stood up and turned to face everyone. She guessed he was the magical equivalent to a vicar or something. He started to speak- the usual stuff you got at funerals. She didn't listen to all of it. The sun and heat made her faze in and out of concentration. After the funeral, she felt bad about it, but she couldn't really help it. Sometimes, she would feel George tighten his grip slightly, or she'd do it herself.

Finally, the small man sat down and she looked around. Bill was blinking wearily, and Fleur was stroking his arm softly. George was staring straight ahead, and Fred's eyes were trailing slowly along the horizon.

Suddenly, the table and Dumbledore's body burst into flames. White, intense flames. Mia screamed, along with some other people, and almost fell off of her chair. Her other hand flew across her body and clutched at George's arm. Her eyes turning circular as the fire died down and smoke swirled into the sky. Her eyes flicked back to the table… or… the tomb. The white, marble tomb. She saw a line of arrows pass along her line of vision, and the people in the front row shrunk back as they landed in the ground at their feet. Mia turned around and thought she saw the back of a horse trotting back into the forest.

Slowly, people started to get to their feet. George turned to look at her as she swallowed. Next to her, Fleur was helping Bill stand up. "You ok?" George asked her. Mia pressed her lips together and nodded slowly.

"Yeah," her eyes drifted around the crowed, people were starting to leave. She wondered what the school would be like now Dumbledore was gone. Who would be the head? McGonagall? She was the deputy. Or would someone else be appointed? How did the head of Hogwarts even get appointed?

A few days later, Mia strode into a ward at St Mungo's. Remiel was standing in a corner, tending to another patient. Since the funeral, he'd been acting a bit weirdly. Well, weirder then usual. Instead of the normal, blank expression on his face, he had adopted a small, almost creepy smirk.

"Rem, I hope you're using the right potions today!" Mia called out to him. He gave a short laugh.

"My name's Remiel," he corrected, she could almost hear the smirk in his voice. Her eyes ran from his head of slicked back hair, down to his shoes- which she saw were immaculately clean, but dull, "and I would stop lecturing me on using the right potions, if I were you." Mia stopped in front of another bed, where the occupant was sleeping. She dipped her eyebrows and looked at the back of his head like he was crazy.

"Yeah," she scoffed, "'Cause I'm really gunna let you run around here giving all the patients the wrong antidotes!" she placed a bottle on the sleeping patient's bedside table, and left the ward. She didn't hear Remiel mutter something as she left.

"Fred? George?" she called, as she entered the flat.

"We're right here, Mia!" Fred replied from the table.

"Oh yeah!" Mia said, over enthusiastically. The twins rolled their eyes as she made her way to the kitchen, turning the kettle on. "Did you go to the station?" she asked as she chucked a tea bag into the cup.

"Yeah," Fred replied. Today the Hogwarts students had come home, "they seemed alright," Fred carried on.

"Alright?" George said, "Hermione left seconds after greeting us, Harry was even more reluctant to leave then normal, Ginny kept ten feet away from him, and Ron hardly said a word!"

"Ok," Fred said, "so… they were a little less then 'alright'." Mia rolled her eyes and tossed four spoons of sugar into the cup, and then the water. She walked slowly over to the sofa and sat next to George, curling up. He slung his arm around her shoulders as she sighed.

It was quiet for a minute, as they all stared off into space, then Fred reached forward for the paper on the other side of the table, and in doing so; he knocked over his cup of tea. He yelped and shot up out of the chair as the tea spread across the dull wood. Mia's eyes went wide as George leaned forward a bit. They all stared at the brown puddle as it started to drip onto the floor. Mia felt her lip twitch. George stopped breathing for a second. Fred pressed his lips together. They all broke and the sound of laughter filled the flat.

"You idiot," Mia gasped as Fred flicked his wand and cleaned up the mess. Mia leaned back into George and turned her head into his neck, still shaking with laughter. She felt his arm tighten around her shoulders and could picture Fred rolling his eyes.

"If you two are quite finished," she felt him jump onto the sofa.

"Fred," she said, dragging George's arm from her shoulders, "it's been a year," she slid George's arm around her waist, "get over it."

Ok, I'm not really too happy with this chapter, but it's the last one, and I wanted to get it out there.

As just said, this was the last chapter- but, as I think you've probably guessed, I'm gunna do a story set during Deathly Hallows. And I have ideas running around in my head like a five year old on caffeine. Not that I've ever given five year old caffeine…

Anyways, a small note will be put up here when I've posted the first chapter of the next story, so keep your eyes peeled

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