everything for this war to save the ones you love. Some of whom don't deserve it. If you only knew that I'd
lose you... would you still fight? Still let yourself die if you knew about Harry? Knew about the prophecy
and Voldemort and everything that's going to happen on the thirty―"Thirt-t-ty—."
Mia heard the word come out of her mouth, and her eyes widened slightly. Did I
actually say that? she thought to herself.
"Thirty?" James repeated with a raised eyebrow.
Mia stared at her brother in a panic. "Thirt-ty-fir... f-f-fir―" She struggled, forcing
the word out. Thirty-first of October, 1981. Thirty-first of October, 1981. Thirty-first of October,
- "Thirty-f-f-irst... Oct-t-tob-ber."
She fought against Dumbledore's spell and actually made progress for the first time
since it had been cast on her. She felt a strange bit of relief that she was not completely
stuck, helpless, or incapable of anything. She also felt the walls spinning and her vision
blurring. The struggle of fighting off the Truth Spell was quickly draining her magic.
"Mia?" James whispered, a look of concern on his face.
"Ninet-t-teen... eight-t-t-y―" Mia grit her teeth tightly and forced out the words,
her vision blurring, and her heart racing. "One!"
The world around her went black.
When she opened her eyes who knows how long later, Mia could feel that someone
had cast a Reviving Spell on her. What had happened? She had been talking to James, trying
to communicate through Dumbledore's spell when she had... Had she blacked out? She
groaned as a headache settled in firmly, the light in the room only making the stabbing
behind her eyes worse.
"Welcome back, Mia."
The calm voice floated above her, and she snarled in response. He had no right to
have such a calm voice. Not now. Not ever. She squinted her eyes and looked up into
bright blue gaze staring down at her from the face of Albus Dumbledore, who had the
nerve to be smiling at her.
"We were all quite worried when James informed us that you'd fallen unconscious."