Theo grinned with a hint of excitement in his voice. "Let's get this party started."

Söderholm, his grip firm on Jace, sneered, "You need some motivation, you say?" He chuckled darkly. "Take a good look at Jace's face." While Jace just rolled his eyes.

Löfgren, standing nearby, clutched his wand tightly, relishing the tension in the air. He casually chimed in, "Try testing our patience and we'll send Jace to have a refreshing dip in the Black Lake."

Theo's expression shifted abruptly, his features darkening as he growled menacingly behind Mia. Mockingly, he told Löfgren, "You've managed to get me angry."

In the blink of an eye, Theo vanished from sight, reappearing behind Löfgren with lightning speed. He swiftly disarmed him and, just as swiftly, apparated next to Mia, leaving Löfgren bewildered and furious.

Löfgren, his anger palpable, demanded "Give me back my fucking wand or I'll send Jace straight into the lake."

Theo, his fangs glistening in the moonlight, smiled innocently and asked, "Wand? What wand are you referring to?" With a swift motion, he broke Löfgren's wand in half.

Mia couldn't suppress her laughter, finding the situation rather amusing. She turned to Söderholm and quipped, "You might want to put those brains of yours to good use, though I understand it's quite the challenge. Your bark seems to be worse than your bite."

Söderholm, undeterred, posed a challenge. "You want to find out who's the baddest out of all of us" he questioned. "Guess we'll find out tonight."

Löfgren chimed in, "It's my wand for the crown."

Mia, provocatively, warned them, "If you don't give me back Jace, I won't hesitate to serve you right here and I don't need a reservation. That way your pathetic team can have a demo."

Söderholm couldn't help but scoff. "That's your big speech, huh? And is that the ultimatum?"

Mia shrugged nonchalantly, saying, "It depends on how angry Theo is." With that, Theo moved his hand, transforming into his direwolf form and growling menacingly behind Mia.

With feigned innocence, Mia added, "Oh my,I almost forgot to mention, Theo is an Animagus." Before anyone could react, Theo pounced on one of the accomplices, biting down on his heel.

Söderholm, panic in his eyes, "Make him stop."

Mia pretended to contemplate his request and then smiled wickedly. "No. Remember this duel is illegal so technically whatever happens tonight will have no consequences. It like it never happened" With that, she hurled herself at three of the accomplices who were closing in on her, disarming them with a non-verbal spell. Mia dished out punches and blows with precision, incapacitating them one by one, knocking one out with a punch to the windpipe, slamming another into a tree, and sending the third flying with a silent Bombarda.

Theo, in his direwolf form, was having a blast, already disposing of three of their adversaries with well-placed bites. With only Söderholm and Löfgren remaining, Mia and Theo approached them confidently.

Mia approached the two of them, a sly smile on her face. "You ready to give me Jace back?", all while Jace pretended to struggle against his bindings.

Söderholm and Löfgren exchanged a glance but remained defiant. Löfgren retorted "We already told you, you want him. Come get him."

Mia smiled and warned, "You're going to regret it." The last thing Söderholm and Löfgren saw before they fell to the ground were three direwolves, as black as night, pouncing on them.

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the Durmstang Great Hall as students gathered for breakfast. It was a typical day, with chatter and laughter filling the air. However, something unusual had happened the night before, and it was evident as several students showed up with visible bruises and bandages. Söderholm had his arm wrapped in a bandage, while Löfgren hobbled in on crutches. It was clear they had borne the brunt of whatever had occurred.

Across the hall, Jace, Mia, and Theo sat together, wearing teasing smiles and an air of satisfaction. The curious gazes of their peers followed them. Theo, raising a glass, winked mischievously at Söderholm, and it didn't take much intelligence to figure out what had transpired. Söderholm and Löfgren had attempted another duel with the Unholy Trinity and had lost, again.

Södeholm and Löfgren, moving with difficulty, made their way toward the trio. Jace couldn't help but quip, "Haven't had enough fun last night, fellas?"

Söderholm's face turned red as he mumbled, "We've come to ask Mia for forgiveness."

Theo and Jace exchanged amused glances before bursting into laughter. Jace, still chuckling, managed to say, "That's impossible."

Mia, with a thoughtful expression, asked, "How are you planning to guarantee that you won't attack us again?"

Löfgren responded quickly, "After last night, we've recognized that you are a better duelist than us. We'll make an Unbreakable Vow. We want to be on your side."

Theo chimed in mockingly, "Louder, please."

Mia scanned them up and down and finally conceded, "I forgive you."

Söderholm and Löfgren breathed a sigh of relief, not quite believing their luck. However, Mia's expression grew more serious as she added, "But if you so much as touch a hair on Theo or Jace again, what happened last night will be child's play compared to what I'll do to you."

The two troublemakers nodded vigorously, understanding that Mia's mercy came with a very clear warning: the Unholy Trinity was not to be trifled with.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom was abuzz with anticipation as Professor Lupin, their new professor, prepared to introduce the day's lesson. Harry and his group, including Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Ron, and Neville, were seated among their classmates. Remus Lupin had proven himself to be a far better teacher than Quirrel and Lockhart, and the students were eager to see what he had in store for them.

Remus stood confidently at the front of the classroom, his warm and friendly demeanor putting the students at ease. "Today," he began, "we're going to face a Boggart."

A curious voice from the back of the class piped up, "Professor Lupin, what's a Boggart?"

Remus smiled kindly and replied, "A Boggart is an amortal non-being of changing form, capable of transforming itself into the image of what its viewer fears the most."

Blaise, always one to speak his mind, couldn't help but ask, "And how do we face this Boggart, Professor?"

Remus nodded in appreciation of the question. "Excellent question, Mr Zabini. To face a Boggart, you should think of something funny and use the spell 'Riddikulus.'"

Draco, who had been smirking at the idea of the class, chimed in, "This class is ridiculous." Before he could continue his jest, Harry playfully punched him in the arm.

One by one, the students lined up to face the Boggart. When it was Neville's turn, the Boggart transformed into none other than Severus Snape, who emerged from the closet. Neville shouted, "Riddikulus," and Snape's stern visage turned comical as he was dressed in his grandmother's clothes.

Finally, it was Harry's turn. He gripped his wand tightly. However, when he swung open the door, he was met with a sight that left him stunned. The Boggart had taken the form of his older sister.

The Boggart began to speak, its voice dripping with malice. "You're pathetic, Harry," it taunted. "You'll never measure up to me, I'll always be better than you. Your parents love me more." It continued to berate Harry, "Look at you, you're weak. I don't want you in my life, you're a nobody."

Harry's heart raced, and Pansy screamed at him from the sidelines, "It's not real, Harry! That's not her!"

Suddenly, the Boggart shifted once more, transforming into a copy of James Potter. The fake James sneered at him, "Because of you, we lost Hermione. Your sister will always be better than you, don't bother trying to surpass her. Look at you 'The Boy Who Lived', and look at you incapable of facing your fears. It should have been you and not your sister who 're a disgrace to the Potter name."

Harry, his anger boiling over, shouted, "Riddikulus!" The Boggart dissipated instantly, leaving the class in stunned silence. Many wondered who the first girl had been.

Remus Lupin broke the silence, his voice firm but understanding. "Class, it's over. Harry, please stay a moment."

Draco, Pansy, Ron, Neville, and Blaise exchanged concerned glances as they left the classroom, leaving Harry alone with Professor Lupin, his head hanging low, emotions swirling within him.

Outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, worry etched across their faces, Draco, Pansy, Ron, Neville, and Blaise huddled together.

Pansy couldn't hide her concern. "Should we tell someone about what happened in there? That was... That was really scary."

Ron nodded in agreement. "We should tell Mia. She needs to know what's going on with her brother."

Blaise hesitated, considering the situation. "But Mia's in class, and Durmstang is miles away from here."

Draco, however, was resolute. "Trust me, when it comes to her little brother, Mia doesn't care about anything else. If we call her, she'll find a way to show up. She knows how to apparate."

Blaise thought for a moment before bringing up another point. "What about James? He's Harry's father. Shouldn't he know?"

Draco nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I'll take care of informing my uncle James and Mia. They both need to know."

Inside the classroom, Harry and Remus sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the Boggart encounter still lingering in the air. Remus broke the silence, concern in his eyes. "Harry, what just happened in there?"

Harry sighed, his voice laden with sadness. "Everyone saw, Professor."

Remus leaned in closer, his gaze filled with empathy. "You can tell me, Harry. The girl, who was she?"

Harry hesitated for a moment before answering. "Mia"

Remus raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to the story. "Mia? Who's that?"

Harry nodded, his voice soft. "Mia... she's Hermione."

Remus was taken aback by the revelation. "Your sister is alive?"

Harry nodded again, frustration in his voice. "Yes, and you'd have known if you had trusted Sirius instead of Dumbledore."

Remus sighed, his expression troubled. "Harry, the situation with me and your godfather is complicated..."

Before Remus could finish his sentence, the classroom door swung open, and a worried Sirius entered. His eyes darted between Harry and Remus,"What's going on here? Harry, are you alright?"

Remus cleared his throat, addressing Sirius. "Harry was just a little scared by the Boggart in class, Sirius."

Sirius frowned deeply, his concern mixed with frustration. "Why the fuck was there a Boggart in your class, Remus?"

Remus, his patience running thin, retorted, "Don't you fucking dare tell me how to teach my class."

Sirius, his anger boiling over, shot back, "I'll fucking dare if it means you didn't let the whole bloody class see a fucking Boggart turn into Mia and Prongs, tearing Harry apart with their words!

Remus sighed, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "I didn't expect that Boggart, Sirius."

Sirius scolded him, his voice stern, "You should've locked that blasted Boggart up at the first insult!"

Before Remus could respond, the classroom door swung open again, and James strode in, dressed as an Auror. He wasted no time and enveloped Harry in a tight, reassuring hug. Harry, his eyes welling up with tears, clung to his father, overwhelmed by the emotional turmoil.

James, pulling away slightly, looked into Harry's eyes and asked gently, "Would you prefer to go somewhere else to talk about what happened with the Boggart, Harry?"

Harry nodded, his voice choked with emotion, "Yes."

James led Harry out of the classroom and they found a quiet spot near the Black Lake to sit and talk.

James began, "Draco sent me a letter, Harry, explaining what happened."

Harry, feeling embarrassed, mumbled, "He didn't need to do that, Dad. It's stupid."

James looked at him with a serious expression. "No, Harry. We need to talk about this."

Harry sighed, then admitted, "What Draco told you... it's all an exaggeration."

James looked at his son and asked gently, "Harry, did Draco lie to me when he said the Boggart told you that you were a disgrace to the family?"

Harry hung his head and shook it, unable to meet his father's gaze.

James reached out, placing his hands on Harry's shoulders, and said firmly, "You are not a shame to this family, Harry. You're the youngest, and maybe we've been a bit overprotective because of what happened with your sister."

He continued, a soft smile playing on his lips, "I'm proud of you, Harry. I'm proud of both you and Mia, my two Quidditch-playing children."

Harry managed a small, grateful smile and whispered, "Thank you, Dad."

James embraced Harry once more, holding him close and murmuring, "Anytime you feel like this, you can talk to me, alright? I love you so much, and I'm so proud of you."

When they pulled away from the hug, James looked at Harry with a twinkle in his eye. "By the way, your sister is out on the Quidditch pitch."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Mia's at Hogwarts?"

James nodded, his voice filled with warmth. "Yes. Draco sent her a letter too."

Together, father and son made their way to the Quidditch pitch, where they spotted Mia doing laps in the sky. Her graceful flying caught their attention, and they watched in awe as she maneuvered effortlessly through the air.

Mia had been deeply concerned when she received a letter from Draco about her brother. Without hesitation, she had made her way to Hogwarts. Her two close friends, Theo and Jace, had offered to accompany her, but she assured them she wouldn't be staying long.

As a way to unwind, Mia had taken to the sky, riding her broom just as she always did. She was in the middle of a lap when she spotted her father and brother approaching the field. With a graceful descent, she landed and walked over to them, offering her father a small smile.

James greeted his two children with warmth, hugging them tightly. "Take care, you two, and I'll see you both in the summer."

As their father's figure grew smaller in the distance, Mia pulled her brother into a fierce, comforting hug. Harry, still overcome with emotions, began to cry once again. He clung to Mia as if she might disappear.

Mia gently stroked his hair and whispered soothingly, "We're okay, Harry. You're okay."

While in the embrace of his sister, Harry finally realized just how deeply the Boggart's words had wounded him. He clung to Mia as if fearing she might disappear at any moment.

Mia wiped away her own tears and softly asked, "Can you tell me what happened, Harry?"

Harry hesitated but ultimately nodded, "We were facing a Boggart in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and when it was my turn, it transformed into you. It told me that you didn't want me in your life and that you were better off without me."

Mia looked at him with sadness in her eyes and asked, "Is that how you feel?"

Harry quickly shook his head. "No, but sometimes I can't help but feel envious of the relationship you have with Jace."

Curiosity and concern filled Mia's voice as she inquired, "Why, Harry?"

Harry explained, "Because Jace has been with you his whole life, the way it should've been for me.I should have been the one to grow up with you"

Mia hugged him tightly and assured him, "Don't worry about that, Harry. What I feel for Jace and you is different."

Harry questioned, "How is it different?"

Mia gently explained, "You're my blood, my little brother, and Jace is my soulmate, my Parabatai."

Harry was puzzled, so Mia elaborated, "A Parabatai is someone you're bound to by an oath that intertwines your souls, and you're destined to fight together for life."

Mia revealed the Parabatai rune on her jacket and allowed Harry to touch it. She continued, "It's a bond between two people, an oath that unites our souls. We're destined to fight together as companions for life."

Mia removed her jacket to reveal the Parabatai rune on her skin. Harry asked if he could touch it, and Mia nodded.

"Jace has one as well, it makes us stronger and agile. We feel each other's emotions. I'd die for him, for him and Theo."

Harry nodded,his heart feeling a bit lighter "I think I understand."

Mia held him close and reassured him "If you ever feel like that again, talk to me and I'll leave whatever I'm doing and we can talk"

Grateful, Harry hugged her "Thank you so much for coming." In the distance, Mia spotted Draco, Pansy, Ron, Blaise, and Neville approaching.

With a smile, Mia turned to Harry and said, "You have a lot of people who care about you." As she spoke, Neville, Blaise, Ron, and Pansy came forward to offer Harry comforting hugs.

Mia then approached Draco, expressing her gratitude. "Thank you so much for sending me that letter."

Draco nodded, his expression serious. "I thought you should know what happened."

Mia responded, "Whatever happens to my brother from now on, tell me."

Draco nodded again, and Mia leaned in to kiss him on the cheek in appreciation, before turning and leaving. Draco stood there, a slight blush creeping across his face, watching as his best friend's sister walked away.