Chapter Eighteen

As soon as the words left Mia's lips, realization dawned on Neville. "You mean…" He trailed off, looking at Mia, hope in his eyes.

She nodded fiercely, "Come on, my uncle has a port key to St. Mundo's waiting in his office." She grabbed the boys' arms to get them moving towards Professor Dumbledore's office. Ron and Hermione had just opened the door in time to see them run off…and so they followed.

The doors to the Headmaster's office flew open as Mia, Harry, Neville, Ron, and Hermione burst in to see Dumbledore holding an old shoe. "Come on, come on, let us be off." He said eager to see if his granddaughter's invention had worked. If it did, then it would be a breakthrough for not only the wizarding world, but also of the sorcery and muggle world as well.

The students ran to the shoe, grabbing onto it as they were transported to just out side St. Mundo's. Neville took the lead, running into the building and up the numerous stairs that led to his parents' room. The medi-witches and wizards froze as the group dashed by them; some followed intent on scolding the action.

Neville ran into his parents room, and over to their bed. He looked at Mia for instruction. "Give them each five drops." She said.

Neville nodded and, with trembling hands, approached his father with the potion. He gently tipped five drops into his father's twitching mouth. After as second or two…nothing happened…and Neville felt his hopes crash to the grounds. "Just wait a moment." He heard Mia say, and in the next few seconds his father's tossing and turning had lessened more and more until he was in a peaceful sleep. Neville looked fearfully at Mia, who merely smiled and nodded. Neville made his way to his mother's side, repeating what he had done to his father.

Within a few moments she was in the same peaceful sleep. Neville paced the room, casting nervous glances at his parents.

It was like this for a couple of minutes when a yawning sound was heard. Neville spun to see his mother stretching on the bed. She started to sit up, wiping some sleep from her eyes. She looked up to see a group of students staring at her…and Neville looking as if he had seen a ghost. "Neville, are you alright?" she asked, voice slightly weak.

That was all Neville needed to hear. He ran to her, throwing himself into her arms, hugging her for all he was worth. There was not a sound in the room except for the slight weeping sounds from Neville. And the soft whispers of "Neville, it's alright. I'm here…" from Alice.

Just then, Neville's Gran came running into the room just as Neville's dad, sat up, asking his wife what was wrong. "Frank!" Gran called, rushing over to her son to embrace him, much to his confusment.

Mia just smiled sadly at the family reunion before her. She turned quietly, and snuck out of the room, noticed only by one person.

Mia wandered the halls of St. Mundo's, which were all in a bustle about the miracle cure of the Longbottom's, when she felt a hand sneak its way with hers. "Hello Harry," She said, looking up at him.

"What's wrong?" He asked, not fooled by her fake smile.

"Nothing…" She started, but then she saw the disbelieving look he gave her. "It's just that…being here…" she looked around, "it reminds me of when I was here…" Harry remained silent. He knew that Mia would tell him what had happened to her when she was ready, he didn't want to pressure her.

Mia smiled at Harry's thought, pulling him by the hand to an empty room at the end of the hall…the room she had been in during her stay. "This was my room," she explained to Harry as they sat down at the edge of the only bed in the room. She took a deep breath, "When I was a little older than eleven…my parents were killed." Harry nodded, sympathizing with the loss of parents. "Voldemort didn't kill my parents Harry." He looked at her, clearly shocked by the news…if Voldemort didn't kill her parents…who did?

"I'm getting to that." She said, reading his thoughts. "Just as the wizarding world has Voldemort…the world of Sorcery has Malae. She was…a student at the School of Sorcery…the only school for that type of mystic art. She hated school…all the spells she learned, all the enchantments she cast were always to hurt people. She tried to kill people and control them and torture them. She was expelled…but that didn't stop her. It made her want revenge. She…my mother was a student during her time…she was the only one who almost rivaled her in power."

She sighed, "You see Harry. When a child is born into the world of Sorcery, a test is done to determine how powerful a child is and how powerful they could become. Malae discovered that she could become the most powerful person in the Sorcering world…if she could get rid of the Dumbledore line." Harry held Mia, as tears started to fill her eyes. "So…during summer break…Malae attacked my family. They cast a spell so that she would not know that I was there, so she might see something else and think it was me, and a petrifying spell so that I would not be able to…to help them." She took another deep breath, "When I was born…it was determined that I was to be the next Altior, a sorceress of great power. Malae didn't like that when she discovered it."

"So I watched as Malae killed my parents…and my uncle found me the next day and brought me to an orphaninch. He didn't think Malae would find me if I was away from the Magical world…but she did. What was on the Replay that Ron and Hermione played was the death of my parents and my foster family. When…when Malae found out I was alive, she went after my new family and attacked them with a vengeance. I tried to fight back, really I did." She said crying now, "But she was too strong…the next thing I knew, I was in this room in St. Mundo's…one month later."

Harry waited a few moments, as Mia regained enough composure to continue speaking. "My uncle came, and no one could figure out what had happened, why I was still barely alive. He put a replay on my head, which recorded all that had happened that night…and that night linked to the death of my parents. I awoke a few weeks after my uncle used the replay. I was…" she gave a small laugh, tears ceasing to fall, "…pretty beat up. The medi-witches and wizards didn't think I'd survive, but I did…and it took about nine months to fully recover."

She sat up, wiping the tears off her cheeks, "And that's my story…" she sighed, "A real fairy tale isn't it?"

Harry gave a small smile, "Well, if it ends with Happily Ever After…you found me right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You prat!" She said laughing, feeling better that she had told Harry the truth. He reached out, taking her hand, and pulling her to her feet. He gave her a kiss before he led her out of the room and back to Neville's parents'.

The couple stood by the door, which was where Neville noticed them. He grabbed his parents' hands, and led them over to Mia, to thank her yet again. Mia just brushed off all the thanks, "It's nothing, really." She kept saying, "I just wanted to help Neville, he was one of the first friends I had."

Alice, who had been staring intently at Mia, let out a gasp as her eyes widened, "I know you…" she trailed as she stared at Mia.

"I don't believe so…" Mia said quietly, "We were never…properly…introduce…"

"But I know you…" Alice said again, something occurring to her, "You were here once…yes, I remember you now. I saw you…"

A/N – The next chappy how Neville's parents know Mia, and an apology from Ron and Hermione…finally…