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Chapter 5:

The next couple of days were a blur to Mia as she told and retold the story over and over again to concerned looking adults. She was finally able to leave the hospital wing and get back to classes a few days after the incident. She got sympathetic glances and felt like the center of attention-which she did not enjoy one bit. This must be what it's like to be Harry Potter, she thought to herself.

"So, uh how are you Mia?" a voice behind her asked as she was reading in the common room. She turned around to see Fred with a concerned look on his face.

"I'm doing pretty good considering, you?" She asked.

"I'm doing ok. Look, I'm sorry I kind of ditched you that day…" he started.

"No, you didn't," Mia interrupted. "I left. It would have happened regardless."

"But I could've…" Fred started.

"No, no blaming yourself, okay?" Mia insisted, raising her voice just a little bit to get the point across.

Fred still looked like he felt guilty and Mia couldn't stand it. She stood up and gave him a hug. She didn't know why she did it but it felt so right to her.

It felt right to him as well, it was just a hug but it changed everything. Her skin was so smooth and her hair smelled so good. He didn't want to let go. He noticed her staring at him, in a curious and somewhat loving matter and he moved his head closer to hers, his lips nearing hers.

"I got to go," she said before he had a chance to kiss her. "My father is expecting me." And with that she left a very confused Fred and ran out of the room.

"So how have you been, Mia," Severus asked his daughter.

"I've been doing okay, do you have any idea why that happened or how somebody made my shoe a portkey?" She asked.

"We have some ideas but we're not sure. I'm guessing that man was Peter Pettigrew, a man who we thought was dead for years. He has always been a follower of the Dark Lord," Her father said, deciding it was better to be open with her. Well, at least a little open. He wasn't ready to tell her why a death eater would be interested in her of all people. He knew that they had to find a way to make sure she was safe but he didn't know how. Dumbledore said he was working on it, hopefully he'll figure something out before something like that happens again.

"Hey Mia, what cha up to?" George asked her one night while she was studying at the table in the great hall waiting for dinner.

"Just studying you?"

"Tonight is the night you can try to enter into the tournament," George said. "And Fred and I here are going to figure out a way to do that."

"But you're too…"

"Young? Yeah, we know. There are ways of getting around that," Fred said, avoiding her gaze. They hadn't talked since the incident.

"How?"

"You'll find out," George said and with that they left.