Neither Harry nor Draco had been able to mend fences with their friends. They watched as Ron and Neville laughed and chatted with Blaise and Pansy, sitting together at the end of the Gryffindor table. Deep down, both Harry and Draco missed their friends, but neither was willing to admit it out loud.

Attempts to apologize had been met with rejection. Whenever Draco or Harry approached their former friends, they would abruptly leave and head in another direction. The two couldn't fathom why their friends were being so stubborn when they clearly wanted an apology.

But it wasn't all bleak. Quidditch had its perks; it made them more visible, and they began to catch the attention of several girls, including Romilda Vane and Hestia Carrow. It felt good to have girls interested in them, though it was a far cry from the bond they had shared with their former friends.

Harry and Draco found themselves at Potter Manor for the Easter Break. The entire family was gathered, engaged in a hushed conversation. Sirius gesticulated wildly, Regulus and Lucius nodded thoughtfully at something James was saying, and Narcissa and Lily were deep in conversation, with Narcissa placing a reassuring hand on Lily's shoulder.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, growing increasingly frustrated with the secrecy.

"Nothing you need to know," Sirius snapped, his temper flaring.

"Sirius, calm down," Lily intervened, her voice soothing.

Sirius cast an exasperated glance between Lily and Harry, muttering about stubborn brothers under his breath.

Harry persisted, "What's going on?"

"If I were you, I'd calm down if you don't want to lose your broom." James warned his son.

Regulus, addressing Harry, added, "If you're so interested, we're waiting for your sister."

Draco's eyes widened with nervousness as he stammered, "Mia is coming?"

Lucius nodded and fixed a stern gaze on his son and nephew. "If you're not going to contribute with anything useful, you'll remain silent."

"Uncle Lucius, that's not fair," Harry protested, sounding quite petulant.

Lucius raised a dry eyebrow and remarked, "Right now, you're behaving like a spoiled child, and your parents didn't raise you that way."

"But Mia made it clear she doesn't care," Harry argued, his frustration evident.

Regulus, adopting a sarcastic tone, said. "Perhaps those Bludgers hit you harder than we thought. If I recall correctly, you told my goddaughter that you hated her and didn't want to see her."

Harry attempted to justify himself. "Mia didn't make any effort for me."

Sirius shot him a withering glare and said sharply, "Mia doesn't owe you anything. I don't know if it's some Potter gene or what, but the way you treat your sister is embarrassing and disgusting, and If I recall correctly she helped you with your poor Quidditch skills and skipped class because you let your little insecurities get to you."

"You say that as if you haven't treated Uncle Regulus the same way," Harry shot back in frustration.

Sirius, losing his patience, exploded, "Look where it got us! My brother bears the Dark Mark now. Who knows what might have happened to him if I hadn't reached out. Maybe he'd be swimming with sharks."

Regulus, unable to resist provoking Harry further, pouted and adopted a condescending tone. "How does it feel to be the little brother? How does it feel when your parents defend Mia while you're here all your life? How does it feel to see Mia consider Jace and Theo as her brothers while you're nothing to her?"

James interjected, trying to defuse the situation. "Regulus, that's enough. Harry understands."

Regulus glanced at Harry one more time, a warning in his eyes, and said, "I don't owe you anything, but I owe Mia my life. Don't you dare speak ill of my goddaughter, or there will be consequences. I couldn't care less that my brother is your godfather."

The sudden appearance of green flames in the Potter family fireplace diverted everyone's attention. Mia and Theo stepped out of the fireplace, but Jace was conspicuously absent

Theo looked around the room and quipped, "How are you doing family? We were expecting a bit more enthusiasm from you; why the long faces?"

"First of all, I'd like to apologize for the way I left during Christmas," Mia said, addressing her family. "It was rather abrupt."

Lily stepped forward, enveloping her daughter in a warm hug. "You don't have to apologize, dear.

The rest of the family followed suit, welcoming Mia back and eagerly inquiring about her vacation in Romania.

Theo chimed in, "There you have it, folks—our very own dragon rider, Mia, now commands Vhagar, Queen of all Dragons."

"Amazing!" Sirius exclaimed, thrilled that his niece had such a unique and powerful connection to dragons

"Let's continue discussing dragons later," Mia suggested. "But first, I'd like to have a private conversation with my parents."

The family reluctantly dispersed, leaving Mia alone with her parents, Lily and James. They led her into a more secluded room in the manor, where they could talk in private.

Mia looked at her parents, a mix of emotions playing across her face. She could see the sincerity in their eyes, and it gave her hope that they could rebuild their relationship on more equal terms.

"Talk," Mia told them, her voice steady but filled with the weight of unspoken emotions.

James scratched his neck nervously, a habit of his when he was anxious. "Mia, I'm so sorry. You were right about what you told me at Christmas."

Mia raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance. "What was I right about?" she asked, though she knew exactly what he meant.

James sighed, his gaze locked on Mia. "You were right when you told me that I was trying to turn you into that two-year-old girl that I lost thirteen years ago, and I'm so sorry."

Mia nodded, acknowledging his admission. "I understand you," she told him, her voice softening. "But what I want you to understand is that I am not that person. I am Mia." She took a breath. "And I know this is going to sound harsh, but I already have a family and friends who would give their lives for me. My life is not in London. My life is wherever they are."

James looked at her with a mixture of regret and longing. "And where are we, Mia?"

Mia met his gaze with determination. "Your life is here. You are the head of the Auror department, Mom works in the Department of Mysteries, and Harry goes to Hogwarts. You are settled here, but I am not."

Lily chimed in, her voice gentle but filled with love. "We want this to work, Mia. We've found you, and we don't want to lose you again."

Mia sighed, her shoulders relaxing slightly. "Well then let me be," she said earnestly. "I'm not going to disappear. But I need you to stop putting expectations on me about who I should be. I already have enough with the tabloids talking about me and Jace."

James's eyes were filled with remorse. "I'm so sorry, Mia," he said sadly.

Mia offered a small smile, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "I think we got off on the wrong foot and rushed things too fast the first time," she admitted. "I'm willing to try again if you promise me you won't pressure me or think I'm going to suddenly move into this mansion. This is not my house. Villa Borghese is."

Lily stepped closer to her daughter, her eyes brimming with tears. "We understand," she said, wrapping Mia in a warm embrace.

Mia extended her hand to her parents. "Well then, everything is solved," she said with a smile. "Hello, my name is Mia, and I'm your daughter."

The sun was shining brightly in the Potter Manor gardens as Harry and Draco were unexpectedly joined by Theo, whose enthusiastic greeting caught Harry off guard.

"Itty bitty baby Potter, how are you?" Theo said as he squeezed Harry's shoulder tightly. "Have you missed me a lot? Because I have missed you."

Draco cut to the chase. "Where's the blonde?" he asked brusquely.

"Jace is pretty sorry he can't be here, but he sent me instead," Theo replied with a grin, "isn't that great? This reminds me of the first time we met."

Harry couldn't help but be sarcastic. "The one at the dance or the summer one from three years ago?"

"The one from the dance," Theo responded with a fond smile.

Draco, still puzzled, questioned, "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to accompany Mia, of course," Theo explained, taking a seat on a nearby bench in the garden.

"I don't mean that," Draco clarified. "I mean, what are you doing here with us?"

Theo leaned back, his hands behind his head, looking relaxed. "I just came to tell you that from today, you'll see Jace and me at every event, celebration, or family meal you have."

Harry raised an eyebrow, disbelieving. "It's not true."

Theo's grin widened. "Matter of fact, next year, you'll even see us at Hogwarts."

Draco, clearly perplexed, frowned. "Why?"

"You'll find out, young Malfoy," Theo replied, smirking mysteriously.

Harry crossed his arms, clearly not pleased. "Well, I don't like it."

Theo pouted playfully. "Well, I don't give a flying fuck. Your sister is making peace with your parents,get used to seeing us here more."

Draco's face turned as red as a tomato as he stammered, "Mia is going to come here more often?"

Theo couldn't resist teasing him. "You haven't heard what I just said, or is the dye atrophying your brain?"

"I don't get any dye!" Draco protested.

"What are you laughing at?" Harry asked annoyed

Theo, however, seemed to be having too much fun Draco's reaction. "Your little friend here has a crush on your older sister," he announced gleefully. "This is priceless! Wait till I tell Jace about this."

Harry stepped in to defend Draco. "Don't laugh at Draco."

Theo shifted gears, getting more serious. "Then let's talk about the little hot n' cold game you've got with Pansy."

Harry denied any involvement with Pansy. "I don't like Pansy."

Theo shrugged, offering a compliment, "Well, it's a shame because she is a very intelligent and beautiful girl."

Draco, growing increasingly frustrated, asked, "Have you had enough fun?"

Theo, not one to back down, replied, "Oh, this is just the beginning, guys. I've come to warn you about something."

Harry's indifference didn't waver. "And what would it be?"

"If Jace or I find out that you talk bad about Mia or the Borghese again or make her cry because you're snotty, whiny brats," Theo threatened, "I'll personally cut off your hands and feed them to Balerion. I've broken wands and some bones. Cutting hands is the next step and then you'll have something to cry about "

Harry and Draco exchanged nervous glances. They had heard about Balerion, the Black Dread. They didn't want to test Theo's threat.

"Everything understood, guys?" Theo asked, a sly smile on his face.

Harry and Draco nodded quickly, their fear evident. Theo's smile seemed pleasant, but there was a hint of malice in his eyes.

"I'm glad we've come to an understanding," Theo said cheerfully. "See you in the summer."

With that, he headed over to where Mia was waiting for deep down wanted to know how long Harry and Draco would last before breaking their promise. He and Jace were going to have a field day if Draco or Harry spoke ill of Mia or the Borghese. The entire Durmstang was going to have a great time with those message was clear: no one messed with Durmstang's royalty without facing severe consequences, and Theo was determined to ensure Mia's happiness and protection, and maybe break some bones along the way.

Blaise, Ron, Neville, and Pansy watched in amazement as Jace and Theo continued their impromptu concert in front of the Targaryen dragons, Meraxes and Balerion. The dragons, much to everyone's surprise, seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, their large eyes fixed on the two teenagers singing and dancing.

"What the fuck are Theo and Jace doing?"Blaise couldn't help but chuckle

Pansy squinted her eyes, trying to understand the bizarre scene unfolding before her. "Are they...are they singing to Meraxes and Balerion?"

Before anyone could respond, Mia's voice startled them. "What are you looking at?"

Ron jumped slightly and turned to Mia. "Your friends are crazy," he remarked, still unable to tear his gaze away from Jace and Theo.

Mia observed the duo with a knowing smile. "In the words of Jace and Theo, they are 'educating' their dragons," she explained, making air quotes with her fingers.

Neville raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean they are 'educating' their dragons?"

Mia elaborated, "Jace and Theo believe that as devoted fans of Queen, Meraxes and Balerion should also appreciate the magnificence of Queen. So, they're introducing them to the music in their own unique way. Get used to it, they do it almost every day."

Blaise, still trying to process the absurdity of the situation, clarified, "So...basically, Theo and Jace are standing in front of two of the three most dangerous dragons in the world, in history, and they're singing Queen songs to them?"

Mia nodded with a mischievous grin. "Exactly. But don't worry, Balerion and Meraxes are harmless. In fact, they'll make you want to hug them every time you look at them."

Ron couldn't resist a sarcastic remark. "Of course, of course, because their claws are as soft as cat's paws."

Eager to change the subject, Blaise turned to Mia "Where's Vhagar?"

Mia's grin turned slightly wicked as she revealed, "Vhagar went hunting."

Ron's eyes widened in alarm. "Hunting where?"

Mia chuckled. "To the beach. Don't worry, Ron, she won't bring back any unexpected souvenirs."

With that, Mia left her friends and approached Jace and Theo, who were still performing with unwavering enthusiasm. Ron shook his head in amazement. "What did I say? Mia is a brilliant witch. Brilliant but scary."

Blaise raised an eyebrow as he watched Jace and Theo continue their Queen-themed dragon performance. "I can't believe they're doing this," he muttered to Pansy.

Pansy chuckled softly, her eyes still fixed on the scene. "Well, they're certainly dedicated fans. I have to give them that."

Mia's laughter echoed in the background as she approached Jace and Theo. "You guys are really going all out today," she said with a smirk.

Jace, who was in the middle of an elaborate air guitar solo, grinned widely. "We've got to make sure Meraxes and Balerion appreciate the classics, princess."

Theo, his voice filled with enthusiasm, chimed in. "Exactly! They need to know what real music is."

Mia shook her head in mock disapproval. "You two are something else, you know that?"

Back with Blaise, Ron couldn't help but roll his eyes at the spectacle. "I never thought I'd see the day when someone sang 'Bohemian Rhapsody' to a dragon."

Blaise chuckled. "Well, we are in the wizarding world. Anything is possible."

As the performance continued, Pansy couldn't help but ask, "Do you think the dragons actually understand what they're singing?"

Blaise shrugged. "Who knows? But if it makes Jace and Theo happy and the dragons don't mind, then I suppose it's harmless."

Meanwhile, Mia tried to contain her laughter as she watched her friends give it their all. "You guys are the weirdest dragon riders I know."

Jace flashed a thumbs-up while still belting out the lyrics. "That's the highest compliment anyone could give us!"

Theo nodded in agreement. "We take pride in our weirdness."

Mia shook her head one more time before patting each dragon affectionately. "Well, keep up the good work, you two. Maybe one day, Meraxes and Balerion will start singing along."

Jace and Theo shared a mischievous look, clearly considering the idea. "Now that would be a performance to remember," Jace said with a grin.

As Mia walked away, leaving her friends to their musical endeavor, Neville couldn't help but shake his head. "I can't believe we're witnessing this."

Blaise chuckled. "Just another day in the wizarding world, my friend."

James Potter stood at the center of Dumbledore's office, the atmosphere tense and charged with anticipation. He had entered the office alongside other Aurors, their wands at the ready, and they were in the process of inspecting the room, taking photographs and collecting evidence. The tension in the room was palpable as James approached Dumbledore's desk and placed a document on it.

Dumbledore, sitting behind his desk, regarded James with a mixture of curiosity and concern. "James, what is the meaning of this?" he asked, his voice carrying an undertone of tension.

James didn't mince words as he explained, "This is a search warrant from the Minister of Magic authorizing us to search your office."

One of the Aurors interrupted, announcing, "Potter, I have found the box."

James nodded and then turned his attention back to Dumbledore, his expression resolute. "Albus Dumbledore, you are under arrest for the first-degree murder of Evan Rosier. 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 questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, you will be assigned one paid for by the Ministry."

Dumbledore, though handcuffed, retained a sense of defiance. "You're making a serious mistake, James," he told James, his gaze unwavering.

James, undeterred, responded firmly, "You are not going to escape, Dumbledore, not this time. You are going to pay for your crimes, and I am going to be in the front row watching you fall into disgrace."

Dumbledore issued a veiled warning, his tone dark, "You're going to regret it."

James, his eyes narrowing, didn't back down. "Is that a threat, Dumbledore?" he asked. "Guys, get him out of my sight.

The Aurors nodded and efficiently escorted Dumbledore, now in chains, out of the office. As they left, Sirius, who had been watching the proceedings, couldn't help but voice his concerns.

"Aren't you worried about him running away? Handcuffs are child's play for him," Sirius pointed out.

James shook his head with confidence. "Not these handcuffs. These were made specifically for him."

Intrigued, Sirius inquired further, "What's so special about those handcuffs?"

James reluctantly admitted, "Dumbledore's handcuffs were made by Barty. There's another pair with Snape's name on them."

Sirius was taken aback. "Have you seen Barty?" he asked incredulously.

James nodded. "Yes, he came dressed as Moody to my office the other day."

Concerned, Sirius asked, "Does Moody know?"

James confirmed, "Yes. After the conversation I had with Barty, a few days later, I received a box with two pairs of handcuffs, ones for Dumbledore and the others for Snape."

Sirius was curious about their effects. "And what is the effect of these cuffs?"

James explained, "They drain the wearer of the handcuffs of his magic. It's ancient magic. Right now, a baby could handle Dumbledore."