Rematch with Voldemort

Christmas was over, and final exams were fast approaching.

Mia and Hermione were helping Harry and Ron revise in the library.

"Aren't we going after the Philosopher's Stone? What if Quirrell steals it...?" Harry asked worriedly, clutching his books.

"Focus on your reading, Harry. We can't rush things with the Philosopher's Stone, but your final exams are coming up." Mia leafed through a book on Runes. She needed to prepare herself now. This time, she definitely wouldn't let Voldemort get away.

"But!"

"Look at you, still playing cards. How pathetic," Hermione said, looking at Ron. "Finals are almost here."

"I've finished revising. Ask me anything," Ron replied confidently.

"Then what's the recipe for the Forgetfulness Potion?"

"Forgot."

"What will you do if that question comes up on the exam?"

Harry snickered as he watched Ron get told off.

"Don't gloat, Harry. Do you remember the answer?"

Harry stopped laughing.

"I'll copy yours!" Ron said without a hint of shame. Hearing that, Harry couldn't help looking at Mia.

"No chance. The exam quills are enchanted to prevent cheating, dear."

Harry looked away, his hopes dashed, and went back to memorizing his lessons in despair.

"All right, you can go and try to trick Hagrid into talking tonight. Now, get back to studying." Mia had no choice but to coax and wheedle Harry into studying.

"What about you?" Harry asked curiously.

"Detention..." Remembering that her detention still wasn't over, Mia felt rather dejected. She had polished the Trophy Room until it was spotless and knew every trophy by heart.

"What did you do?" Ron remembered that Mia had sometimes joined them on their nighttime excursions before, but for the past few months, she had been nowhere to be seen every night. So she'd been in detention.

"Some things I can't tell anyone about. All right, hurry up and study!"

"Okay!"

That evening, Harry and the others went to trick Hagrid into talking, while Mia miserably cleaned the Trophy Room.

By the time she finally finished cleaning, Mia thought that she wouldn't be able to sleep even if she went back, so she might as well go to the Forbidden Forest to practice the Ancient Magic she had recently learned.

On her way to the Forbidden Forest, Mia was still pondering something. Before Lily died, she had cast a spell that not only blocked Voldemort's attack but had continued to protect Harry and Mia. It was mysterious and powerful magic.

Moreover, the flow of magic could also be seen in the scar Voldemort had left on Harry's head. At first, Mia hadn't understood, but ever since she encountered Ancient Magic, perhaps there was an answer to all of it.

Only people with a unique gift could perceive Ancient Magic. Lily had been one of them, and Mia, as her daughter, was another.

Lily had used Ancient Magic to protect them just before she died, and Voldemort's Horcruxes could also be considered Ancient Magic. Harry was one of his vessels, which was why magic flowed through that scar.

Mia silently waved her wand, and specks of light illuminated the path ahead.

"Ah!"

As Mia strolled through the Forbidden Forest, she suddenly heard a scream. It sounded a little like Draco.

Mia suddenly thought of Harry and the others, who had gone to Hagrid's Hut that evening. Her heart tightened, and she hurried toward the sound.

Could Harry and the others have been caught sneaking around at night?

When Mia arrived, she saw a man in black waving his wand and attacking Draco and Harry.

It really is Harry. And why is Draco here too? Never mind, there's no time to think about that.

The man in black shouted, "Avada Kedavra!" and a green light flew toward Harry.

"Look out!" Mia rushed forward and shoved both boys aside, then sent a spell at the man.

"Tha... Mia?!" Harry looked at the person who had saved him, his words of gratitude catching in his throat.

"Behind me!" Mia sent a Cruciatus Curse at her opponent and hurriedly called Harry and Draco over.

Seeing that the two people facing him were the two greatest threats weighing on his mind, Voldemort cast everything else aside and ordered Harry killed first. If Mia couldn't be recruited, she was to be killed too!

"Protect yourselves!" After casting protective magic on both boys, Mia appeared in front of Voldemort.

"Mia, you... Never mind. Be careful." Harry knew that the person facing them was determined to kill him. He was too weak, and going out there would only hold his sister back. Draco, too, regretted picking a fight with Potter for no reason. Now look what had happened: not only was he in trouble, but Mia had been dragged into it too.

Mia hadn't expected him to come to her before she went looking for him. That suited her perfectly; she would settle the score from last time as well. Her eyes were full of anger as she looked at Voldemort. You actually bullied Harry while I was away. Fine. Just watch me deal with you.

Mia waved her wand and aimed it at Voldemort. Ancient Magic gathered at its tip, and the threat posed by that power made Quirrell want to turn and run.

Danger! Danger! His body's instincts warned him, and even Voldemort couldn't help recalling the moment he had been killed by Harry Potter.

"Hagalaz (restraint)." (In Runes, it represents hail, signifying division, difficulty, obstruction, and restraint.)

The magic struck Voldemort. The powerful magical attack held him in place, freezing him in ice.

"Destruction." Her wand then unleashed an even more violent power. Unlike the immediately obvious effects of the Unforgivable Curses, Ancient Magic required no incantation, yet it was more powerful still, impossible to master or understand.

"Aaaah!" Voldemort could only watch as the magic came at him. The pain, as though his soul were being torn apart, made him scream.

But in mere moments, everything fell silent again. Quirrell collapsed, and Voldemort, who had been on the back of his head, was gone.

Harry and Draco stared open-mouthed at the scene before them. Before they could speak, Mia fell straight backward. The two hurried forward to catch her. Her whole body was icy cold, and her face was deathly pale.

As the two stood there at a loss, Hagrid arrived with Hermione and Ron, along with Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and Professor Snape, who had sensed the powerful surge of magic.