the_debt_of_time

Regulus laughed, patting the boy on the back. "Back down, Barty. He's excitable,
this one."
Mia scowled at the use of the boy's name. Barty. Young Barty Crouch, Jr. Her hands
were shaking as she glared at him. This was not the best morning to come face to face with
so many future Death Eaters, regardless of the fact that two of them would eventually
defect; they had been Death Eaters all the same. It did not help that, as teenagers, they
were incorrigible prats.
"What do you want, Snape?" Mia hissed.
"Just to see if you're all right," he said with a smirk. "That looked rather
uncomfortable from where I was standing."
He chuckled, and the noise grated on her skin.
Regulus sneered, not nearly as amused as his friends clearly were by the situation.
"It's embarrassing, watching my brother panting after that girl. Everyone knows that the
McKinnons are blood-traitors. He should be put out of his misery. Next, he'll be off
snogging Mudbloods."
Remus and James made furious moves forward, but Mia got there first—CRACK!
She punched Snape in the face with all the strength she could muster, and it had
felt just as good as it did when she had hit Draco.
Snape fell backward, black eyes wide as he held the left side of his jaw in his hand.
"You rotten, hypocritical coward!" she screamed, glaring down at him.
Regulus and Crouch looked gobsmacked at the sight, and James and Remus were
gaping as though they had never seen her before in their lives.
"I didn't bloody say it!" Snape shouted up at her.
"No! But you were content with sitting back and allowing the other Slytherins to
voice your prejudices for you. Besides," she growled, narrowing her eyes at Regulus, "Sirius
has already smacked this one for being a little prick."
"Miss Potter!" Professor McGonagall bellowed, and Mia turned to look at the older
witch. "Do you care to explain yourself?"
Mia looked between Snape and Regulus who continued to stare at her with hate in
their eyes. "No. Won't make a difference."
Nothing you do will change what is meant to be.