Authors note: I feel as though I haven't shown enough of Mia's relationship with her father/brother and also Fred as well. That will change in the next few chapters. Read and review if you'd like.

Chapter 4:

"Mia? Mia!"

"Is she okay?"

"Is she breathing?"

"Go get Madam Pomfrey!"

"Get Professor McGonagall!"

"What could have happened?"

Mia could see all of the faces of the panicked voices and she could see herself on the floor, broken and clutching a shoe. Is this a dream? She wondered, not able to keep looking at herself on the floor.

McGonagall and a few other girls came in next. McGonagall gasped and asked that the girls please leave the room and go get Madam Pomfrey. McGonagall looked my body over with a concerned look on her face. My body was completely still. Am I dead?

Fred could hear commotion coming from the girl's side but he didn't think much of it. He figured he would just wait in the common room doing homework until Mia came back from her run so he could apologize for not joining her. He found that he really enjoyed her company through the past few weeks which was a surprise because she was Snape's daughter.

"Professor Snape!" Fred heard and turned to see Professor Snape, accompanied by Katie Bell in their common room. Okay, this is weird, he thought. "We will be bringing her down in a minute and take her to the hospital wing. She is still unconscious and we have no idea what happened to her."

Professor Snape looked paler than usual, if that was possible. That is when Fred put two and two together; they must be talking about Mia.

And that is when he saw Madam Pomfrey, a stretcher following her and on that stretcher was Mia.

Snape looked distraught for a minute there, but his face changed to his normal calm self before following them out of the Gryffindor common room and to the hospital wing.

"Mia?" Mia heard her father saying gently. Mia stirred and tried to open her eyes but it hurt too bad. "I think she's waking up."

"Mia, can you hear me?" A woman's voice asked.

Mia made a noise that was meant to come out as a yes and opened her eyes a little so that they would know she was okay.

"Mia, how are you feeling?" her father asked gently, soothing her hair. She hadn't seen him acting so paternal since she was a child. Concern flooded his eyes and it looked as though he had been crying.

"Ok," Mia said quietly. It still hurt her to talk but she figured she'd need to sooner or later. That crazy man was still on the loose and this could happen to anyone.

"What happened, dear?" Madam Pomfrey asked, looking concerned.

"Shoe was a portkey," Mia said slowly. "It took me to some forest and a man named Peter. He kept mentioning the Dark Lord." Mia could see the terror on her father's face as she spoke. He nodded, insisted she needed her rest and left the room quickly after kissing her forehead.

Mia was scared about what was going to happen next and if that man would go after her again. Obviously he was nuts, Voldemort was gone and had been for years.

"Relax Madeline, you need your rest," Madam Pomfrey said. Mia wasn't used to being called Madeline by anyone but her mother and very rarely her father. She had been called Mia since she was a baby and sometimes she even forgot to answer to Madeline.

"Hey sis," she heard her brother's voice. She opened her eyes to see him standing there with a couple of chocolate frogs. "Here's some chocolate, it always seems to cheer mom up when she's sick."

"Thanks, Tristan. So what's up? How did you know I'm up here?" Mia asked.

"First of all, the whole school knows now and second off, dad told me I should come visit you. I saw him while he was on his way to Dumbledore's office," Tristan said. "So what happened exactly?" He asked.

Mia started telling him the whole story and realized how crazy it was that this happened to her. This sounded like a weird movie or something. Tristan listened intently and looked pretty concerned.

"That's crazy, sis. I'm glad you're okay but it's weird that someone would target you like that. Did they know your name?" He asked and she nodded.

"It was like he was expecting me," she said.

"He probably was," she heard her father say and turned her head to see him. "I've talked to Dumbledore and he wants to talk to you tomorrow morning, after you've gotten some rest."