Pansy and Blaise found themselves in Romania during Christmas, away from their usual surroundings, and they couldn't have been happier. The holiday spirit was in the air, and they felt like children again, despite being two years younger than their newfound friends, Mia, Jace, and Theo, who were all fifteen. Initially, they had worried about fitting in, but those concerns were quickly dispelled as they were embraced with open arms and treated like lifelong companions.

Blaise, in particular, had formed a deep connection with Mia's parents, Isabelle and Enzo Borghese. While he adored his own mother, he had longed for a father figure in his life. Enzo, perceptive as he was, sensed Blaise's inner turmoil and approached him to inquire about it. With some trepidation, Blaise confessed his feelings, fearing that Enzo might ridicule him. Instead, Enzo enveloped him in a warm hug and assured him that he could always confide in him, even writing him a letter if needed. In that moment, Blaise realized the striking similarity between Mia and her father; they both gave themselves selflessly, loved unconditionally, and loved until it hurt. Blaise silently thanked Merlin for the day their families had crossed paths and pledged to himself that he would be the brother that Harry was not.

Pansy's experience with the Borghese family was equally transformative. At first, she had not known what to expect from them, knowing only that they were the parents of Harry's older sister. However, witnessing Isabelle and Enzo's genuine concern for their daughter made Pansy reflect on her own family. Her parents, Darius and Amara Parkinson, were not typically affectionate, rarely offering more than a pat on the shoulder or a smile. The contrast was stark.

One day, while exploring the reserve, Pansy stumbled and fell. Isabelle rushed to her side, worriedly checking for any injuries. Pansy, standing still, watched Isabelle attentively. No one had ever shown such genuine concern for her well-being. When Isabelle asked if she was in pain, Pansy couldn't hold back her tears any longer. To her surprise, Isabelle embraced her, comforting her even though she didn't fully understand the reason for Pansy's emotional outburst. Isabelle assured her that everything would be okay.

In that very moment, Pansy realized that Harry's assessment of Mia's parents had been completely wrong. Observing Mia with her parents, it was evident that they were a happy and complete family. Isabelle and Enzo had treated Pansy like one of their own, never expecting anything in return. From then on, they always greeted her with a warm hug at breakfast. Pansy made a solemn promise to herself: she would do whatever it took to keep Mia's family together. She no longer cared about her strained friendships with Harry and Draco. With Jace, Theo, Blaise, and Mia by her side, she felt complete and content, not needing anything else.

Blaise approached Theo, a curious look in his eyes. "Where are Mia and Jace?" he inquired.

Theo turned to Blaise and replied, "They've gone off to spend some time flying by themselves."

Pansy, who had been listening in, chimed in with a probing question. "Doesn't that bother you?" she asked Theo.

Theo raised an eyebrow, clearly not following her train of thought. "What do you mean?" he inquired.

Pansy pressed further, "I mean, don't you mind that Mia and Jace are spending time alone without you?"

Theo shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No," he said, "Mia and Jace have been like that since they were little. They've always had a special bond."

Blaise joined the conversation, his curiosity piqued. "Jace, Mia and you seem very close," he observed.

Theo chuckled softly, "It's Mia that keeps us close. She's the glue that holds us together."

Pansy pointed out, "You're both very protective of her, Theo."

Theo nodded solemnly, "Mia has suffered a lot since she was little. Jace and I made a promise to each other that we would do whatever it takes to make her happy."

Pansy, her curiosity unabated, asked, "So, are Mia and Jace boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Theo grinned and shook his head, "No. But don't they look like it?"

"Jace looks at Mia like she hung the moon and the stars, you only do that when you're in love." Pansy said wistfully

"Jace is always going to be in love with Mia no matter what and Mia… For Mia, Jace is her person." Theo voiced out softly.

Blaise leaned in, intrigued. "Then what are they?" he inquired.

Theo's expression grew serious as he explained, "Mia and Jace are Parabatai, they're soulmates. Two people destined to fight together as long as they live. They'll choose each other over anything and everyone."

Blaise, absorbing the gravity of Theo's words, asked a probing question, "Would Jace die for Mia?"

Theo's reply was unwavering, "Without hesitation. Jace would do anything to keep Mia safe."

Pansy, with a hint of admiration in her voice, commented, "Very Gryffindor of him."

Theo, however, corrected her, "Don't be fooled, Pansy. Jace would kill for Mia in a heartbeat."

Pansy turned her attention back to Theo. "And what are you willing to do for Mia?" she asked, genuinely curious.

Theo didn't hesitate, his voice resolute, "I would die for her too."

Blaise, always the one to explore the darker aspects, inquired, "Would you kill for her, Theo?"

Theo smirked mockingly, "No,I'll leave that to Jace."

Pansy, intrigued by Theo's unwavering devotion, pressed further, "Then what would you do?"

Theo's eyes gleamed dangerously as he replied, "I would burn the world for Mia. For Mia and for Jace."

Jace and Mia stood with Charlie at the far end of the reserve, anticipation bubbling in the air. Charlie, their seasoned guide and mentor in the world of dragons, offered some words of caution. "Don't be disappointed if you can't get Vhagar and Meraxes to obey you," he said.

Mia nodded thoughtfully, her eyes filled with determination. Jace chimed in, his tone filled with optimism, "There's no harm in trying, right?"

The trio was clad in dragon-skin boots, trousers, jackets, and gloves, ready to make their way into the territory of the Targaryen dragons. With measured steps, they entered the dense forest that led to the dragons' domain.

As they moved deeper into the woods, an eerie feeling washed over them, as if unseen eyes were watching their every move. Suddenly, a deafening roar pierced the silence, causing the entire complex to tremble. From the shadows emerged the head of a magnificent dragon. Its scales gleamed with a bronze hue, and they caught the light with blue-green reflections. The dragon's eyes burned brightly with a vivid green intensity.

Mia recognized the dragon instantly; it was Vhagar, one of the dragons used in the War of Conquest alongside Balerion and Meraxes. Mia was no stranger to the lore of dragons; Vhagar was notorious for her ability to melt a knight's armor and cook him alive inside it. Her roar could shake the foundations of mighty fortresses like Storm's End. There was no living dragon that surpassed her in size and ferocity.

Mia cautiously extended her hand and approached Vhagar, who, upon seeing her, began to snort hot breath from her nostrils. Mia remembered the tales she had heard – dragons were like horses; they could sense the fear of their riders. With her hand outstretched, Mia locked eyes with Vhagar and softly whispered, "Dohaerās,Vhagar,Lykiri."

For a moment, it seemed as if Vhagar didn't understand her command. Jace and Charlie began to move closer, but Mia held them back. She repeated her command, more resolute this time, "Dohaerās, Vhagar, Lykiri."

Vhagar stared at her for a few heart-pounding seconds before emitting a low growl, as if acknowledging her. A triumphant smile played on Mia's lips as she gently ran her hand over Vhagar's formidable scales.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind and a thud interrupted their moment. Meraxes had landed nearby, and Vhagar had partially covered Mia with his head to shield her from the earth's disturbance.

"It's Meraxes," Jace called out, his eyes wide with awe as he beheld the dragon before him. "She's beautiful."

Meraxes, with scales like silver and eyes of gleaming gold, appeared less aggressive than Vhagar. Jace followed Mia's lead and, with a brave heart, uttered the same words, "Dohaerās, Meraxes, Lykiri'."

Meraxes seemed to be more receptive to Jace's command, and he was able to reach out and touch the dragon's magnificent scales. Jace, never one to shy away from a challenge, turned to Mia with a playful glint in his eye. "I challenge you to a race," he declared.

Mia accepted the challenge with a determined grin, and the two of them mounted their dragons, shouting in unison, "SŌVĒS!"

Theo, Blaise, and Pansy soared through the skies above the reserve, reveling in the thrill of the flight. The wind whipped around them, and the world seemed to stretch out beneath them in all its glory. It was a breathtaking experience, and they felt free.

However, their moment of tranquility was suddenly shattered by two thunderous roars that reverberated through the sky. Startled, they looked up and were met with the awe-inspiring sight of Mia and Jace riding on the backs of Vhagar and Meraxes.

Jace, never one to miss an opportunity for mischief, playfully gave them the middle finger while Mia shouted excitedly at Theo, "Get on Balerion and join us!"

Theo turned to Blaise and Pansy, his eyes filled with determination. "Do you trust me?" he asked them.

Blaise and Pansy exchanged curious glances. Blaise responded, "If we trust you, what are you planning?"

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Theo's lips as he gestured for them to follow. "Come with me," he said, leading them toward the beach where Balerion rested.

Blaise, quickly piecing together Theo's plan, began to shake his head vehemently. "Theo, I'm too young and handsome to die! I haven't even kissed a girl yet!"

Pansy couldn't help but roll her eyes at Blaise's dramatic protest and lightly smacked him on the head. Meanwhile, Theo reassured Blaise, "If you get on Balerion with me, I'll make sure to tell Mia just how brave you were. Maybe she'll give you a kiss."

Blaise, his curiosity piqued and ego stroked, reluctantly opened his eyes slightly as Pansy guided him toward where Theo was already mounted on Balerion. With a wave of his hand, Theo conjured a ladder for them to climb onto the dragon's back. Once they were safely secured, he checked that they were ready.

With a shout, Theo commanded, "SŌVĒS!" Balerion responded immediately, unfurling his colossal wings and lifting off the ground. The ground fell away beneath them as they ascended into the sky, rapidly closing the distance between themselves and Mia and Jace, who were already soaring ahead on Vhagar and Meraxes.

As the sun descended below the horizon, it painted the sky with warm, golden hues, casting its ethereal light upon the dragon reserve. The trio of dragons, massive and awe-inspiring, took to the skies, their wingspans seeming to dwarf the emerging stars in the darkening firmament.

Theo and Balerion led the way with sheer power and strength. They ascended to impressive heights, leaving blazing trails of fire in their wake. Their flight was a display of raw might, and they challenged Jace and Meraxes to keep up.

Jace, always one to embrace a challenge, responded with a breathtaking exhibition of aerial acrobatics. He spiraled gracefully through the air, a silver comet against the darkening sky. His movements left behind a trail of shimmering sparks, like stardust scattered by his magnificent dragon.

Mia and Vhaghar, on the other hand, chose a different path. They dove and weaved through the forest canopy, their flight a testament to their agility and precision. Leaves and petals were stirred in their wake as they gracefully navigated the winding paths of the forest. Their flight was a dance, an intimate connection with the natural world that only those deeply in tune with nature could achieve.

As the last embers of the sun vanished beneath the horizon, the riders and their dragons regrouped in the night sky. Laughter echoed through the air. It wasn't about declaring a winner or loser; it was about the sheer exhilaration of taking to the skies alongside the most majestic creatures in existence, with the fading sunset as their backdrop. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a testament to the bond between dragon and rider that transcended all else.

In the bustling city of London, the atmosphere was far removed from the serene setting of Romania. Dumbledore had summoned the Order of the Phoenix, and James Potter, despite his initial reluctance, had agreed to attend.

As James made his way to Grimmauld Place, his thoughts kept returning to his recent conversation with Mia. It weighed heavily on his mind. He realized that he had tried to paint Mia as a girl who would laugh at every silly thing, wanting her to need him in some way. However, deep down, he understood that Mia was no longer a child in need of his protection or guidance. She was on the cusp of adulthood, capable of making her own choices, and she didn't need him in the way he had expected or hoped for.

James had been so consumed by thoughts of Hermione that he had forgotten the fundamental truth: his daughter was not Hermione; she was Mia. She had parents who loved her and friends who fiercely defended her, even against him. His fixation on Godric's Hollow had prevented him from truly seeing his daughter for who she had become. It pained him to accept this, but he knew he had to make amends.

Now, in Grimmauld Place, James sat waiting for Albus Dumbledore to make an appearance. He had reservations about Dumbledore's methods and moral lessons. Sirius, however, had persuaded him to attend, using the adage "keep your friends close and your enemies closer." According to Sirius, Dumbledore's motivations were rooted in a desire for power. He relished the idea of people depending on him, even if it meant engaging in morally gray and questionable actions, all in the name of the greater good, as Dumbledore often claimed.

James couldn't help but mull over Sirius's words. He found himself growing increasingly skeptical of Dumbledore's intentions and his grandiose notions of what was right for the wizarding world. As he waited for the meeting to begin, a rebellious thought crossed his mind: "Greater good, my balls," he muttered under his breath.

Dumbledore, the venerable leader of the Order of the Phoenix, looked around the room, his piercing blue eyes taking in the assembled witches and wizards. Frank Longbottom, a dedicated member, couldn't hide his impatience. "What are we waiting for, Dumbledore?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and frustration.

Dumbledore's gaze remained steady as he replied, "There are still people on their way, Frank. We must wait for everyone to arrive before we begin."

James Potter, seated nearby, glanced impatiently at his wristwatch. He was growing increasingly restless, finding this meeting to be a tiresome formality. Thoughts swirled in his mind;he knew how Dumbledore played. He would make Barty the new Lord Voldemort and then the Order would have no choice but to say yes to everything their leader said The war had left them vulnerable.Pathetic, James thought, they had been so blinded by the war that they had let Dumbledore manipulate them to his whim.

Sirius' voice cut through his thoughts, "Have I missed something, Prongs?"

James turned to his friend, his expression one of mild irritation. "You haven't missed anything," he replied tersely.

Sirius, ever curious, inquired further, "Where's Lily?"

James responded with a hint of exasperation, "She's at home. Can't stand being in the same room as Snape and Dumbledore."

Sirius continued his inquiry, "And my godson?"

James grumbled, his frustration evident. "Your godson is in full-blown rebellious mode this year," he admitted. "He refuses to apologize."

Sirius's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "He won't apologize?"

James nodded, his disappointment clear. "Yep. This year, I'm a shoo-in for the 'Father of the Year' award," he quipped, his tone tinged with sadness.

Sirius shook his head, attempting to offer some reassurance. "You're not a bad father, Prongs."

James let out a bitter laugh. "Doesn't seem that way, does it? None of my kids want to talk to me."

Sirius, with a sympathetic expression, told him, "Harry's just being a typical teenager. And Mia... she just wants you to understand her."

James furrowed his brow in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Sirius leaned in and whispered, "Mia is not Hermione, James. You have to accept that. She's not a two-year-old girl anymore."

An exasperated James replied, "I know that."

Sirius, frowning, elaborated, "You don't seem to act that way."

Confused, James asked, "What do you mean?"

"She's the heiress to the Grimaldi fortune and a ridiculous number of titles," Sirius pointed at himself, trying to drive home his point. "Mia is just like me, James."

James shook his head, still not grasping the connection. "I don't see the resemblance."

Siriusgrowing frustrated himself, told James, "Mia is like I was when I was young, burdened by the weight of both of her family names and facing impossibly high expectations. All she wants is to be free."

James asked, concerned, "Are you suggesting I'm pressuring her?"

Sirius nodded. "Yes, James. You're making Mia feel like she has to be Hermione to fit in. She's tried so hard."

James, growing increasingly worried, asked, "Do you think I'm being too hard on her?"

Sirius nodded again, this time with a warm smile. "Yes, mate. You've created expectations for Mia, and all she wants is to be free – free to decide and free to make mistakes."

Worried and looking for guidance, James asked, "What do I do?"

Sirius smiled reassuringly and replied, "Do what you do best, Prongs."

James looked puzzled. "And what's that?"

Sirius replied, "Love Mia. Love her beyond measure, completely. Love her for who she is, with her flaws and strengths. Do what you did for me when I escaped this blasted place. Love her unconditionally. Let her be free to decide and make mistakes, just like any teenager. Love her for being Mia, not Hermione."

James couldn't help but offer a light-hearted remark, breaking the momentary tension that had settled over the room. "When did you become so wise?" he joked, a playful grin on his face.

Sirius, always quick with a comeback, replied mischievously, "I have my moments."

Dumbledore, who had been patiently waiting for everyone to gather, finally spoke up. "Let's get started," he said, his tone commanding.

Alastor couldn't resist chiming in. "Couldn't wait for me?," he grumbled, his eye spinning madly in its socket.

Dumbledore, growing somewhat impatient, responded, "Now that we're all here, we can begin."

"Yes," Moody affirmed, "but first, I would like to say something."

Dumbledore turned his attention to Moody. "And what would that be, Alastor?" he inquired.

Moody directed his stern gaze at Sybill and declared, "Sybill Trelawney, you are under arrest for the crime of fraud. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the Wizengamot. You have the right to speak with a lawyer and to have a lawyer present during any interrogation. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be assigned to you and paid for by the Ministry."