Magnus considered himself a calm and patient person, having been on the face of the earth for more than four centuries. However, in this particular moment, he found himself experiencing an unusual level of frustration. He did not understand how it was possible for a couple of wizards to give him such a , he knew, but he didn't want to admit that he had stepped into the lion's den all by himself. Getting involved in Shadowhunter matters had never been his cup of tea, so being dragged into wizarding issues was an even less appealing , Magnus had developed a soft spot for Mia over time. He understood the struggle of finding one's place in the world.

However, the same sentiment couldn't be extended to the parents who were currently staring at him, awaiting his answer.

With a deep sigh, Magnus pinched the bridge of his nose, "Why, out of all the magical practitioners available, would you want me to conduct a blood test on Mia? Why not consult a medi-witch?"

Izzy replied, "We can't tell you, 's complicated"

Magnus sighed dramatically, his patience wearing thin. "Complicated? I've dealt with demons, warlocks, and rogue vampires. I think I can handle complicated. But, I won't lift a finger until you tell me why you need this test."

Izzy exchanged a resigned look with Thoros and Eloise, and then she reluctantly revealed, "It's about her heritage, Magnus. We need to know who her real parents are."

Magnus couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, though it was tinged with a hint of bitterness. "Ah, I see. You're in a right mess, aren't you? Well, my darlings, if you want me to help, you'll have to do better than that."

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes boring into theirs. "Tell me everything, or you'll be walking out of here empty-handed."

Izzy sighed and spoke to Magnus, her voice tinged with resignation. "Mia could potentially be the long-lost daughter of a family from the wizarding world," she admitted, "but we need to be sure."

Magnus raised an elegant eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "So, Mia isn't your daughter?" he inquired.

Izzy nodded, her expression serious. "Mia is adopted," she explained, "but the bottom line is whether she is the daughter of another wizarding family."

Magnus leaned forward, his interest growing. "And who is this other family?" he asked.

Thoros exchanged a meaningful look with Izzy before answering, "It's the Potters. They are the other candidates."

Magnus fell into a contemplative silence, his thoughts racing. After a moment, he spoke with a sense of resolve, "I'll do it, but I'll do it for Mia. She deserves to know the truth."

A week later, Magnus arrived at the Grimaldi's. The trio of young wizards, Jace, Mia, and Theo, were soaring over the Quidditch pitch on their broomsticks and greeted him from the air as they zoomed past.

Magnus waved at them and shouted, "Mia, could you come down for a moment? I need to talk to you."

Mia landed gracefully, her broomstick coming to rest on the ground, with Jace and Theo following suit.

Magnus placed his hands on Mia's shoulders and led her toward the house. While they walked, he asked, "Mia, have you been practicing any runes with the stele?"

Mia nodded enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, we've been trying the efficiency rune and the speed rune for Quidditch, and we're doing great!"

Magnus chuckled. "Just don't have too much fun, alright?"

They reached Enzo's office, and Mia noticed that her parents were inside, gathered around a desk with a peculiar bowl and a bottle of shiny white liquid.

Curiosity piqued, Mia turned to her parents and asked, "What's going on?"

Izzy and Enzo approached Mia and knelt down beside her. Enzo began to explain, "Sole mio, Magnus is going to take a drop of your blood and a drop of your mother's blood and mix it with the white liquid in the bowl."

Mia's brows furrowed as she asked, "But why?"

Izzy looked into her daughter's eyes with warmth and tenderness. "Mia," she began gently, "we know that you've found out you're not our biological daughter."

Tears welled up in Mia's eyes, and she confessed, "I was afraid to tell you, Mum."

Izzy asked, "Afraid of what, sweetheart?"

Mia, her voice trembling, replied tearfully, "I was afraid of being taken away from you and being left without parents."

Enzo and Izzy exchanged glances, their hearts breaking for their daughter. Enzo wiped away his own tears and assured Mia, "Dolcezza, you will always be our daughter, no matter what the results say."

Mia looked at her father, her eyes filled with fear, and asked, "Are you going to give me to the other family once we know?"

Izzy pulled her daughter into a loving embrace and whispered, "Mia, you are our daughter, and we would never abandon you. We'll do whatever you want, sweetheart."

Magnus looked at the family with a serious expression and asked, "Are you all ready for this?"

Izzy nodded firmly and replied, "Yes, we're ready."

Magnus carefully took a sterilized needle and, with utmost precision, pricked Mia's finger. A small drop of blood welled up, and he gently placed it into the bowl. He repeated the process with Izzy, and then, with a measured hand, he poured the contents of the bottle into the bowl.

The family watched in anticipation as the bowl began to emit a radiant, golden light. It was as if the very air in the room held its breath. From within the bowl, a parchment suddenly emerged, and Magnus swiftly plucked it from the air.

He handed the scroll to Izzy, who unfolded it and began to read aloud:

Name: Mia Lucrezia Borghese / Hermione Cassiopeia Potter

Sex: Female

Date of birth: 19 September 1979

Father: James Charlus Potter

Mother: Lily Marie Evans / Isabelle Vinda Rosier

Silence hung in the room as the weight of the truth settled 's voice broke the heavy silence as she turned to her parents with a quiver in her voice. "What does this mean?" she asked.

Enzo tenderly stroked her hair and spoke gently, "Mia, cuore mio, we want you to know that we will support whatever decision you make. You don't have to feel pressured."

Mia seemed to ponder this for a moment before fearfully asking, "Is it wrong that I don't want things to change?"

Izzy approached her daughter and knelt down to her level, her eyes filled with compassion. "What do you mean, sweetheart?" she inquired.

Mia looked at her mother with watery eyes and said, "Can I stay with you and Dad? Is it wrong that I don't want to meet my biological parents?"

Izzy took Mia's hands in her own, her voice filled with compassion. "Mia, the Potters have a right to know that their daughter is alive," she explained gently. "Your birth parents have been looking for you for a long time. If I were in their situation, I would want to know that my daughter was alive.

Mia's voice quivered, eyes welled up with tears as she asked her parents, "Don't you love me anymore? Is that why you're saying this?"

Izzy quickly wiped away her daughter's tears and held Mia close. "No, sweetheart," she reassured her, "that's not it at all. We love you more than anything. But to the Potters, losing you was cruel, and they deserve to have the peace of mind that you're alive."

Mia nodded slowly and asked, "Can I…Can I go tell Jace and Theo?"

Enzo and Izzy both nodded, allowing their daughter to leave the study. Once Mia had gone, they were left alone with Magnus.

Izzy, who had been holding back tears, finally let them flow freely. Enzo hugged her tightly, his voice filled with reassurance. "We're going to be okay, Izzy," he said, "Mia is strong, and we'll support her no matter what."

Magnus chimed in, "You did the right thing, Isabelle. Now, it's Mia's decision."

As the door to the study opened, Theo and Jace quickly scattered and pretended to be engrossed in examining the paintings in the hallway. Mia, arms crossed, eyed them with a mix of irritation and amusement.

"You two were spying on me, weren't you?" Mia accused.

Theo hastened to defend himself, shaking his head vigorously. "No, no, we weren't spying. We were just... um, checking out the artwork!"

Jace, on the other hand, gave a mischievous grin and admitted, "Guilty as charged."

Mia's frustration melted into tears, and she felt a rush of emotions she couldn't contain. Jace and Theo rushed to her side, embracing her tightly. They were heartbroken to hear Mia cry, and there was nothing they wanted more than to ease her pain.

Through the Parabatai bond, Jace had sensed something was wrong and had urged Theo to listen at the study door. The seriousness of the conversation inside had left them both deeply concerned.

Theo rested his chin on top of Mia's head and whispered, "I don't give a fuck if your name is Hermione or Mia. To me, you'll always be my star."

Jace nodded in agreement and added with fierce determination, "Everyone can go to hell because you're ours, princess, and no one's taking you away from us."

Mia, touched by their unwavering support, wiped away her tears, and they stepped out into the garden together.

Theo decided to share something with Mia. "I met James," he said.

Mia, surprised, asked, "Where?"

Theo's expression grew tense as he revealed, "He was the Auror who interrogated my father a few months ago. Your biological father is the head of the Auror department."

Mia, frowning, spoke carefully, "So, my father is an Auror?

Theo nodded curtly. Both Mia and Jace knew very well of Theo's feelings about Aurors. Mia herself harbored some resentment toward them, particularly after witnessing how they had treated her beloved uncle Thor following her aunt Selene's death.

Jace asked Theo carefully, "Was the Auror who interviewed your father the same one who investigated your mother's case?"

Theo shook his head and explained, "No, the Auror who investigated my mother's case had multiple scars, a magical eye, and a wooden leg that ended in a claw."

Jace couldn't help but quip, "Well, it looks like your biological father isn't on the blacklist."

Mia, managing a small smile, chimed in, "I suppose we could give him the benefit of the doubt."

Theo turned to Mia with a thoughtful expression. "Are you going to contact the Potters?" he asked.

Mia hesitated, her voice small as she admitted, "I... I don't quite know what to do."

Theo offered his perspective. He told Mia, "My personal feelings aside, Star, I think you should talk to them. I know what it's like to lose a mother, and I can't even imagine how horrible it must have been for the Potters to live with the uncertainty of not knowing what had happened to you."

Jace chimed in, his voice filled with warmth and support. "We'll be here for you no matter what you decide, princess."

Mia looked at her two closest friends and asked with a hint of vulnerability, "Will you be with me when I meet my biological parents?"

In the Potter mansion, Lily couldn't shake the conversation she'd had with Theo months ago, and she felt compelled to discuss it with her husband. Harry was away, spending a week with the Malfoys while they visited a dragon sanctuary in Romania with Charlie Weasley, Ron's older brother.

Lily found James in her study, surrounded by a multitude of books and papers, all filled with possible clues to the whereabouts of their missing daughter, but with no success so far.

She entered the room and greeted James with a kiss on the lips before broaching the topic that had been troubling her. "James," she began, "what do you think we should do if we ever find our daughter?"

James looked up at her, a mixture of hope and confusion in his eyes. "What do you mean, Lily?"

Lily explained, "I imagine that she might have ended up with another family who raised her and provided her with an education.

James furrowed his brow, not understanding her point. "I don't follow."

Lily asked him directly, "Would you press charges against that family?"

An outraged James responded without hesitation, "Of course I would, Lily. They stole our daughter!"

Lily, her anger simmering, shot back, "What if that family didn't even know she was our' long-lost daughter?"

James argued, "We're famous, Lily. It's impossible for them not to know about us. You should be supporting me in this."

Calming herself down, Lily explained further, "The conversation I had with Theo made me think."

James inquired, "Who is Theo?"

Lily told him, "Theo is Thoros Nott's son, the man you questioned. He doesn't like Aurors."

James, now more confused, asked, "What does this have to do with our daughter?"

Lily clarified, "To Hermione, if she's alive, we're complete strangers. If she has another family, that's all she knows. It wouldn't be right to take her away from them."

James, his frustration growing, argued, "But I have rights over my daughter!"

Lily retorted, "Theo despises Aurors for how they treated his father after his mother's death. I don't want Hermione to hate us."

An exasperated James admitted, "I don't understand you, Lily."

Lily spoke firmly, "I'm a mother, James. If Hermione has another mother somewhere, instead of blaming her, I'd thank her for taking care of our daughter. Accusing that family would only hurt Hermione, and that's not what we want."

James reluctantly nodded and agreed not to press charges but insisted he would talk to the family personally. As he finished speaking, a honey-colored eagle landed on the table, offering James a letter tied to its leg. He quickly opened it and read the contents. When he finished, he stared at Lily with wide eyes, his face turning pale, and then, without warning, he fainted.

James had waited for this moment for years—far too many years, in fact. In his mind, he had felt well-prepared, but standing before the imposing gates of the Villa Borghese, he realized that all the confidence he had harbored had vanished into thin air. His anxiety was palpable; he was sweating profusely, and his entire body quivered with nervous energy. Despite his years of training and experience as an Auror, this was entirely different. He had been to the Borghese villa before, but always as an Auror, and today he was going there as a father.

Lily observed her husband's fluctuating emotions, torn between amusement and concern. She jokingly told him, "I'm getting dizzy just watching you pace back and forth, love."

James turned to her, his anxiety palpable, and confessed, "Lily, I don't think you understand. Why aren't you nervous? We're about to meet our daughter for the first time in eleven years."

Lily, understanding his anxiety, reached out and held his shoulders firmly. She reassured him, "James, of course, I'm nervous too. But above all, I'm just so grateful that we know our daughter is alive."

James' worry deepened as he contemplated what might transpire during their meeting. He voiced his concerns aloud, asking, "What if she hates us? What if she thinks we abandoned her?"

Lily, her eyes filled with reassurance,"James, everything is going to be okay. Now, please, ring the Gryffindor you are, if Sirius could see you now."

As if the gate had somehow sensed their presence, it began to open slowly, allowing James and Lily to pass through. James couldn't help but note the striking resemblance between the Borghese villa and the Potter mansion on the Amalfi coast. A surge of excitement coursed through him as he contemplated the idea that his daughter had, unknowingly, been in contact with her Italian roots. A significant portion of the Potter family had Italian ancestry.

Standing at the entrance of the villa, Isabelle and Lorenzo awaited them, their nervousness palpable. Lily took the initiative and approached them first.

Lily embraced Isabelle tightly, her gratitude evident in her voice as she said, "Thank you so much for taking care of Hermione."

Isabelle, equally emotional, responded, "You don't need to thank us."

Lily then turned her attention to Lorenzo, offering her thanks once more for their love and care for Hermione. Lorenzo chuckled warmly and assured her, "We did it with all the love in the , after all, is also our daughter"

James, torn between his Auror instincts and his fatherly emotions, felt a wave of nervousness wash over him. His logical, Auror side screamed that he should be arresting the Grimaldis for obstruction, but his paternal instincts urged him to reconsider.

Approaching Isabelle, who looked at him with apprehension, James embraced her tightly, his voice filled with gratitude as he thanked her, "Thank you, Isabele. Thank you for keeping Hermione safe. You don't know how much this means to Lily and me"He then turned to Lorenzo and repeated the gesture, expressing his deep appreciation.

Isabelle graciously offered to give them a tour of the villa. James and Lily exchanged glances, their silent agreement evident in their expressions. It was clear to them that their daughter had been raised in a loving and secure environment.

As they ventured toward the gardens, James heard laughter and the faint sound of a radio playing in the distance. Instantly recognizing the song as "Somebody to Love," a favorite of Hermione's, his heart began to race with anticipation. He wondered if, just maybe, one of those laughter-filled voices belonged to his daughter.

Interrupting Isabelle's conversation, James couldn't help himself but inquire, "Who's in the garden?"

With a knowing smile, Isabelle led them closer to the gardens and told James to go and find out for himself.

"Go ahead, James," she said. "You might just find what you're looking for."

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the Quidditch pitch where Mia, Jace, and Theo were playing. They had been eagerly anticipating the arrival of the Potters, but as the minutes ticked away, Mia's nervousness grew palpable.

Mia soared through the air on her broomstick, her nimble fingers gripping the Quaffle tightly. The brisk wind ruffled her hair as she executed a daring dive, narrowly avoiding Theo, who was guarding the goalposts. The exhilaration of the game momentarily distracted her from the anxiety that had been building up.

But even as they played, Theo and Jace couldn't ignore the tension radiating from their friend. They knew Mia too well to believe that Quidditch alone could soothe her they circled the pitch, finishing up their practice plays, Theo squinted at something in the distance.

"Hey, guys," he called out, "look down there."

Mia followed Theo's gaze and saw two figures approaching. It had to be the Potters.

Theo leaned in closer to Mia and said, "Star, it's time."

Mia took a deep breath and nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. When she had sent that letter to the Potters a week ago, she hadn't been nervous at all. But now, as the moment of their meeting drew near, a rush of fear and excitement coursed through her veins.

Jace, his own apprehension hidden beneath his cheerful demeanor, put a reassuring hand on Mia's shoulder. "We're here with you, princess. They're going to love you."