the_debt_of_time

"My family name was shit generations before I came along. In fact, I'd gladly trade
names with you, except that everyone knows all Carrows are coat-tailing morons."
Alecto appeared enraged by the comment, but her brother—and obvious little
leader of their gang—stayed in his seat, glaring up at Sirius.
"I'd rather be on the coat-tails of something proper than sitting in the filth with
blood-traitors and Mudbloods," Amycus sneered. Alecto laughed, Elora Zabini rolled her
eyes as though she were bored of this confrontation already, and Snape averted his eyes
from the Gryffindors entirely.
A memory of Draco came to the forefront of Mia's mind.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood!"
Though it currently did not show, she had the slur carved into her skin. By the end
of her time at Hogwarts, Hermione had grown numb to the sound of the word when it
was thrown at her, but something about this moment brought it all back up. It could have
been the fact that she was young again, experiencing unstable emotions as her body fought
to catch up with time and her own memories, or it could have been that Amycus was just
a boy and already so filled with hate, much like Draco had been when he had first began
bullying her. Just twelve years old and already prejudiced.
It was more likely, though, that it riled something up in her because, for the first
time ever, the derogatory term was not being thrown at her, but at the table across the Great
Hall where Amycus glared at the back of Lily's head.
Mia was not the Mudblood, here. Harry's mother was.
Fury built swiftly inside of her, and the memories of hate and anger and war and
death all came to the forefront in one moment—egged on by the dangerous look in Sirius's
eyes—and she finally snapped.
"You watch your fucking mouth, Carrow!" Mia stepped forward, pushing herself
between James and Sirius, both of whom stared at her with wide eyes.
Amycus glared at her. "Or what, Potter?"
"You don't want to test me," she threatened, thinking of Marietta Edgecombe, Rita
Skeeter, and Dolores Umbridge. She had been unforgiving during her original timeline, but
now she knew what some of these children would grow up to be capable of.
Elora narrowed her eyes, suddenly interested. "Don't threaten us, Potter."