"Dementors," James fumed. "Fucking Dementors is Dumbledore's solution to the Azkaban incident."

"The Dementors should be in Azkaban," Lily exclaimed, her voice trembling with anger and concern. "Who's guarding Azkaban now?"

Sirius, his brow furrowed in disbelief, turned to James. "Dumbledore is out of his mind, Prongs" he asked, his voice laced with incredulity. "Dementors feed on people's happiness, and children can't defend themselves against them."

James sighed, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Moony is taking care of it," he replied. "He's been teaching the students how to cast a Patronus."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. "I didn't know Remus was a professor at Hogwarts."

Lily, with a hint of sadness in her voice, asked Sirius, "How long has it been since you last spoke to him?"

Sirius shifted uncomfortably in his chair, guilt creeping into his expression. "Since Remus trusted Dumbledore more than me to protect Mia," he admitted.

James chimed in, his voice gentle. "We didn't tell you because we didn't want to put you in a position where you had to choose between us and Remus."

Sirius took a deep breath. "Does Harry know about Remus?" he asked, turning to Lily.

Lily nodded solemnly. "Yes, he knows that Remus was friends with us when we were young."

Sirius nodded, absorbing this information, and then shifted the conversation. "So, why is Dumbledore still the headmaster of Hogwarts if Lucius supposedly removed him?"

James leaned forward, his expression serious. "Lucius managed to obtain the signatures of the Board of Governors, but the fear of a Second Wizarding War stopped his removal."

Sirius raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What does Dumbledore being a shitty headmaster have to do with the Second Wizarding War?"

Lily spoke up, her voice unwavering. "For many, Dumbledore is seen as the leader of the Light side, the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world. There's no better person to protect the children than Dumbledore."

Sirius frowned, clearly torn. "But Dumbledore wasn't the one who defeated Voldemort."

James, his voice gentle but firm, addressed Sirius's frustration. "I understand your frustration, Padfoot. But many have given Dumbledore the credit for winning the war."

Sirius sighed and looked around the room, his gaze eventually landing on James. "So, what do you want to do about it, Prongs?"

Lily leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Sirius's. "We want to send you to Hogwarts," she said, her tone resolute. "We don't trust Dumbledore completely, and we want you to ensure nothing happens to Harry."

Sirius nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "I'll do it. I won't let anything happen to Harry, and I'll keep a close eye on Dumbledore."

The day had arrived for Harry and Draco to face the Quidditch trials that would determine their spots on the Gryffindor and Slytherin teams. Despite all his preparation and practice sessions during Yule with his sister Mia, Harry couldn't help but feel nervous. The weight of Quidditch excellence ran deep in his family. His sister Mia was a formidable Chaser, his father James was renowned for his Chaser skills, his godfather Sirius had been a brilliant Beater, and even his uncle Regulus had been a remarkable Seeker.

Mia, ever the wise older sister, had once compared broomsticks to horses, emphasizing how they could sense the fear of their riders. Harry had heard that analogy countless times and tried to channel Mia's calmness, but today, it was challenging.

Harry and Draco had made a deliberate choice to try out for the position of Seeker, inspired by their uncle Regulus. The decision came after a game last summer when they had faced The Unholy Trinity on the Potter's Quidditch pitch. During that match, they had realized that they possessed a natural talent for locating the Golden Snitch. Additionally, there was an underlying fear that other players might be as formidable as Mia in other positions.

Harry knew how much his father adored Mia, and the fact that she was an exceptional Chaser like he had filled him with pride. Yet, Harry had been worried that he might disappoint his father by not trying out for the Chaser position. He had voiced these concerns to his mother who had been quick to reassure him.

One evening, Lily had tenderly explained, "Harry, Quidditch is meant to be enjoyed. Your father loves you, and he'll be proud of you no matter what position you choose. It's about where you feel most comfortable, where you can shine. And besides, it gives me peace of mind knowing you won't be facing those Bludgers as a Seeker."

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. His mother's words had put his anxieties to rest, reminding him that his family's love and support were unwavering, regardless of the Quidditch position he pursued. He was so deep in his own world that he didn't notice Blaise until his friend shook his hand in front of his face.

Startled, Harry blinked and focused on Blaise's amused expression. "Harry, mate, what's got you so worried?"

Ron, who had overheard their conversation, leaned closer, incredulous. "Come on, Harry! You've got Quidditch in your blood!"

Frustration crept into Harry's voice as he replied, "That's exactly what I'm worried about, Ron. It's in my blood. What if I disappoint everyone?"

Pansy, who had been listening attentively, asked Harry, "Who do you think you could disappoint, Harry?"

Harry sighed and listed off the people who weighed on his mind. "My father, my godfather, my uncle Reggie, and Mia."

Draco looked at Harry with understanding. "You're not really afraid of disappointing them, Harry. You're afraid of disappointing Mia now that you've met her."

Harry nodded, his expression filled with sadness. "Mia's an amazing player, and she's a Chaser like Dad. Dad can't stop bragging about her following in his footsteps. She helped Draco and me practice over Yule, and if I don't make the team, I feel like I'm letting her down."

Pansy gave Harry a sympathetic look. "Mia couldn't possibly be disappointed in her little brother, no matter what happens at the tryouts."

As if responding to Pansy's words, a honey-colored eagle gracefully glided into the Great Hall, landing in front of Harry and extending its talon, which held a small package.

Curious, Ron asked, "Who's the delivery from?"

With astonishment in his voice, Harry said, "It's from Mia," as he opened the package and pulled out a unfolded the parchment and began reading aloud:

"Hello, Harry,

Meet Hermes; he's been in charge of sending you this package. Well, today is your big day, how are you feeling?

Knowing you, you must be very nervous, but remember what I told you this Christmas. Breathe! Brooms feel fear and lack of confidence, but I know you're going to do great. Harry, it's normal to be afraid; being afraid is being brave, being afraid makes you human.

Use that fear and turn it into determination. Don't be afraid of failure because that keeps you alert. Use that fear and turn it into acuity. Use fear and turn it into passion, passion for adrenaline, passion for flying, passion for Quidditch.

When you go out on the field, I want you to forget for a moment who our parents are, I want you to forget that you're my brother. I want you to be just Harry, a twelve-year-old boy who loves Quidditch. I want you to feel the handle of the broom, to feel the wind ruffling your hair, I want you to feel the sun on your face, I want you to breathe deeply and look at everything that surrounds you.

Quidditch is more than a bunch of wizards fighting over a score; Quidditch is also the air, the sun, the rain, everything that influences the match. Quidditch is fun; it's adrenaline, it's magic. I am so proud of you, and I am even prouder to be your big sister. I don't care if you make the team or not; I know how good a player you are. Theo and Jace wish you the best of luck. I love you very much.

Your older sister,

Mia

p.s. Inside the package, you will find some things that I think will help you."

Leaving the letter aside, Harry opened the package further, revealing a few chocolate frogs and a note that said to share them with Draco. But the most enchanting surprise was a golden ball with wings that shot out of the package. Harry quickly caught it, his eyes widening in wonder.

Ron marveled at the snitch and asked, "Is this a gift from Mia?"

Harry nodded excitedly and turned the snitch over, realizing it had an engraving on it.

Blaise leaned in, curious. "What does it say, Harry?"

Harry ran his thumb over the engraving and shared the heartfelt message. "It says, 'It takes courage to be afraid,' and there's an intertwined H and M."

After reading the heartfelt letter from his sister, Harry felt a surge of determination coursing through him. Pansy, noticing the change in his demeanor, asked, "Feeling better after that letter, Harry?"

Harry nodded with a smirk. "Oh, I'm more than ready now. I'm ready to sweep the floor with the others because the Seeker's position is mine."

Pansy smiled warmly and assured him, "I'll be cheering you on from the stands, Harry."

Draco, feigning offense, chimed in, "You'll cheer for Harry but not for me?. We're friends too."

Pansy stuck her tongue out at Draco and retorted, "Oh, don't be such a sourpuss."

Draco snorted and teased her, "You're a traitor."

Pansy, unfazed, replied with a mischievous grin, "Well, you already have Blaise to cheer you up."

Blaise, in a playful and exaggeratedly girly voice, threw himself on top of Draco, attempting to plant a kiss on his cheek, all the while professing his love. "Oh, darling Draco, I love you so much!"

Draco, not one for such public displays of affection, stood up abruptly, causing Blaise to tumble face-first onto the ground. Laughter erupted around them as Blaise grumbled, "You lot are a bunch of bastards for laughing."

Draco turned to Harry, "Ready to make history?"

Harry chuckled, a newfound sense of confidence in his voice. "History, huh? Bet we can make some."

The Quidditch trials were in full swing, and as Harry couldn't help but notice the truth in his sister Mia's advice. Some students had rushed ahead in their eagerness to impress but quickly grew tired, while others lagged it was finally Harry's turn, he clutched his broom handle tightly, recalling Mia's words. He firmly planted his feet on the ground and ascended swiftly. The world looked different from up high. He could see his friends cheering him on, and in the distance, the Black Lake shimmered as the sun began to set.

Closing his eyes, Harry let the gentle breeze ruffle his hair and the fading sunlight warm his face. In that moment, he felt a deep connection with everything around him and finally grasped the essence of his sister's , the faint sound of the Snitch's wings reached his ears. Harry kept still, listening as it moved from his right to his left ear and then farther away. The spectators below started to murmur, wondering why Harry wasn't making a move.

Ron, watching from the stands with disbelief, turned to Blaise. "Why isn't Harry doing anything ?"

Blaise, squinting at Harry in the air, replied with equal bewilderment, "I don't know"

Pansy silenced them both, saying, "Harry is just being Harry. Keep watching."

Suddenly, with blazing determination in his eyes, Harry dove toward the ground, his broom angled sharply. His gaze remained locked on the Snitch as he and the other Seeker vied for its elusive presence. The opposing Seeker attempted to shove him aside, but Harry stood his ground.

Then, in a heart-pounding moment, Harry abruptly halted, causing the other Seeker to falter as well. With lightning reflexes, Harry tilted his broom upward, following the Snitch as it changed direction. He felt the brush of the Snitch's wings against his hand and, summoning every ounce of his strength, hurled his broom upward in a graceful arc. At the same time, he launched himself into the void, fingers outstretched to grasp the coveted Snitch.

Ron watched in stunned disbelief, shouting "He's bloody crazy, he's going to get killed." Pansy couldn't bear to look, and she dug her nails into Blaise's arm while he grimaced in pain.

Draco, on the other hand, watched the spectacle with manic laughter, "That fucker, I can't believe he's doing do it."

The entire field seemed frozen in that moment, and then a deafening roar of cheers pierced the air. Harry James Potter had caught the Snitch. Ron, Draco, Pansy, and Blaise rushed onto the field as Harry descended triumphantly with the Snitch clutched tightly in his hand.

Draco hugged him tightly, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're absolutely insane, Harry."

Ron couldn't contain his curiosity. "What on earth was that move, Harry?"

Harry, grinning mischievously, replied, "My sister taught me some things."

Pansy scolded him, her worry palpable. "You could have gotten yourself killed, Harry! And remember, she's two years older than you!"

Harry, undeterred, shrugged and offered a playful excuse. "Well, it helped me secure the Seeker position, didn't it? The end justifies the means."

Blaise laughed heartily, shaking his head. "You're one crazy bloke, Harry."

Mia sat in the library, engrossed in her studies when her attention was drawn to an unexpected visitor. A crow had landed on her table, holding a letter in its beak. She lifted her head, her dark eyes locking onto the mysterious bird. After a moment of quiet observation, she finally reached out and accepted the letter.

In Troy's fair city, by the shimmering sea,

Helen, your grace enchants both land and lea.

With beauty that outshines the morning sun,

And wisdom deep, your heart's true journey begun.

In awe, I stand before your radiant gaze,

A beacon of light in these tumultuous days.

Your intelligence, a guiding star so bright,

I'm drawn to you, like day turns into night.

I'll don my armor, take up my sword and shield,

For you, dear Helen, I'll fight on the battlefield.

Through Troy's great gates and beyond its wall,

I'll stand for your love, for your honor, I'll fall.

For in your eyes, I find the strength to strive,

To keep our love alive, forever to survive.

So, hear my vow, as I march to the fray,

I'll fight for your heart, both night and day.

The letter contained no signature, leaving Mia puzzled. However, the seal affixed to it immediately caught her attention—an intricate black rose. It resembled the emblem on the family ring her late uncle Evan had left her before his passing. Frowning, Mia couldn't make sense of it. The letter didn't seem threatening; instead, it spoke of deep admiration and a desire to fight for her. Her thoughts raced as she tried to discern the sender's intentions, but her contemplation was abruptly library door swung open with a loud stormed in, looking frantic.

Mia raised an eyebrow and inquired, "What's wrong with you?"

Theo, worry etched across his face, hastily explained, "I can't find Jace."

Mia's frown deepened, and she asked for clarification. "What do you mean you can't find Jace?"

Frustrated, Theo continued, "We were practicing hand-to-hand combat, and he said he was going to stay a bit longer. I thought nothing of it because he often trains alone, but it's been two hours."

Mia swiftly gathered her books and the mysterious letter, waving her hand "Let's go find him."

As they left the library, Mia directed Theo to accompany her to her room first, where she could drop off her belongings.

Theo asked, "Did you sense anything through the Parabatai bond?"

Arriving at her room, Mia sighed and admitted, "No, I didn't notice anything unusual."

Upon entering her room, Mia's eyes immediately fell on an unexpected sight—Jace's stele, resting above her bed. She and Theo approached it bewildered, Jace never left his steele anywhere .

"What the fuck?" Theo exclaimed. "That's Jace's stele."

Beside the stele lay a note. With Jace's stele in his hand, Theo turned to Mia and asked, "What does the note say?"

Mia picked up the note and read aloud:

Princess,

If you want to see your prince, come find him.

Tonight. 11pm. Black Lake

Theo sighed with exasperation, his frustration evident in his voice. "Oh, not this again," he groaned, shaking his head. "Do people really not learn?"

Mia couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction. "Well, Teddy, maybe some people just enjoy getting their asses handled by The Unholy Trinity," she teased, a mischievous glint in her eye. As the clock struck 11pm, Theo and Mia made their way to the Black Lake, the dark waters shimmering under the pale moonlight. Emerging from the shadows were several of their classmates, led by two familiar figures—André Söderholm and Ivan Löfgren. They had Jace at wand-point, his expression tense and his eyes darting around.

Theo, recognizing Jace's captors, couldn't help but sound bored as he remarked, "Ah, it's you two again."

Mia, however, wore a sinister smile as she glanced at Theo. "What do you think of the Söderholm and Löfgren Late Night show?" she asked in a low, amused tone.

Theo, grinning like a madman, replied, "I think it's rather cute that they believe they can actually take us on."

Mia burst into laughter, "It's like first year, isn't it?"

Theo nodded in amusement as Söderholm grew impatient and shouted, "Enough chitchat!"

Mia turned to Söderholm with an air of mock politeness and said, "Well, it's rather rude to interrupt a conversation, isn't it? So, what is it that you want?"

Söderholm couldn't help but chuckle, clearly relishing the situation. "If you want Jace," he said with a grin, "you're going to have to come and get him."

Theo's expression turned serious as he leaned in, his voice firm. "Let me make this perfectly clear because I'm only going to say it once," he warned, "give us Jace back."

Söderholm appeared to contemplate the demand, but he couldn't contain his smirk as he replied, "I don't think I will."

Mia's eyes gleamed with malice, her resolve unyielding as she summoned her staff with a flick of her wrist. "Wrong answer,"