Mia, fifteen years old, felt a sense of relief as she returned to Hogwarts for her fifth year. After enduring months of hardship and living in her Uncle's house, being back at her home away from home brought them solace. Sitting in the great hall, surrounded by her friends engaged in lively conversation, she appreciated the familiar atmosphere and the comfort it provided.

"It's good to be back," Mia whispered to herself, a smile gracing her face. Hermione heard her and looked at her.

As Hermione looked into Mia's eyes and saw the genuine happiness reflected there, she couldn't help but smile back. They had been through so much together, and being back at Hogwarts felt like a homecoming. Nodding her head in agreement, Mia conveyed her shared sentiment with a simple gesture.

However, beneath the surface of their reunion, a sense of worry lingered in the air. The dark times she had faced had left deep scars, and the fear of the unknown permeated her thoughts. Despite the joy of being back at Hogwarts, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that trouble was brewing in the darkness.

Ron, ever the loyal and kind soul, tried to ease Mia's worried mind. He held her hand tightly, the warmth of his touch providing a temporary respite from their concerns.

"You have faced worse, Mia," he said, his voice wavering with a hint of apprehension. "you will find a way to overcome whatever comes you way."

Mia forced a smile, her eyes searching Ron and Hermione for any signs of doubt. They were both marked by the past, forever changed by the battles they had fought. But deep down, Mia knew that together they were stronger than anything life could throw at them.

But to everyone else, Everything was going normal at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The students were settling into a new term, lessons were in full swing, and the enchanting corridors bustled with energy and excitement. The hallways were adorned with portraits of wizards and witches from centuries past, their painted eyes watching over the ever-changing student body.

But then, without warning, the great hall's door swung open, revealing a sight that left everyone stunned. It was as if the walls couldn't contain all of the people crowding the entrance. The Weasley family, with their vibrant red hair, stood side by side with their usual mischievous grins. The Malfoy family, with haughty expressions and cold eyes, seemed out of place among the others. And there, amongst this sea of familiar faces, stood Mia's godfathers, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.

Mia felt her heart skip a beat as she locked eyes with Sirius. He looked haggard and worn, his normally mischievous eyes troubled. What was going on? Her mind raced with worry as she tried to process the unusual scene before her.

Alongside the Weasleys and the Malfoys stood a gathering of esteemed witches and wizards. Tonks, with her ever-changing hair, stood by Lupin's side, an aura of strength emanating from her. The air crackled with anticipation as Amelia Bones, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, conversed with Aurors, including the legendary Alastor Moody.

"What are they doing here?" Ron whispered to Mia, his voice laced with equal parts fear and confusion. Mia shook her head, her own eyes wide with disbelief. They exchanged a glance, their apprehension mirrored in each other's gaze.

The tone in the great hall quickly shifted from excitement to unease. The students exchanged worried glances, their whispers echoing off the enchanted ceiling. Something was wrong, and Mia could feel it in the pit of her stomach.

As the crowd made their way towards the Head Table, Professor McGonagall stepped forward, her usually stoic face marked by concern. "Everyone, please remain calm. There is an urgent matter we need to address," she announced, her voice trembling slightly.

The room fell silent as continued, her voice firm but laced with anxiety. "We have received a confusing news. There was a note that was left yesterday on the door that states that the life of Mia Potter is to be watched."

The hall fell into an eerie silence, as if time itself had paused, and all eyes and attention fixated on Mia. The chosen one, with a mixture of fear and bewilderment, attempted to conceal their emotions, though her widened eyes betrayed their inner turmoil. The weight of the room's collective gaze intensified the gravity of the moment, leaving Mia feeling exposed and vulnerable. The silent tension hung thickly in the air, as they awaited the unfolding of an unknown truth.

Mia's godfather, Sirius, stepped forward, raising his voice to address the school. "Finally. The truth is being told."

"What is he doing here?"

Unprotected, Mia thought

She whispered, her voice colored with confusion and concern, mirroring the thoughts of many others present. The sight of Sirius, a recognized murderer, standing freely and without any attempt to seize him, raised suspicions and a sense of unease within the Hogwarts community. The air was thick with curiosity and apprehension as everyone awaited an explanation for this unexpected development.

"Everyone be quiet." Dumbledore voice ran through the great hall, silencing everyone down. Making them look up at him. "The message will be read, by Professor McGonagall."

As the mysterious message was read aloud, a hushed anticipation settled over the hall. The words echoed with a sense of urgency and a desire to reveal the truth. The mention of Mia Potter and the story that she had been narrating about the Dark Lord's return intrigued the crowd, hushing the skeptics among them.

The prospect of watching the eight movies, each representing a significant part of Mia's journey, brought a mixture of excitement and curiosity to the gathering. As the ultimatum was given, that they wouldn't be able to leave Hogwarts until the movies concluded, and that their magic would be temporarily suspended, a ripple of uncertainty ran through the assembly.

Yet, amidst the uncertainty, a promise was made. "Ultimately, multiple innocent lives will find redemption and escape harm's way." These words offered hope, suggesting that there was a greater purpose behind this immersive experience. With this cryptic yet encouraging message, the hall prepared itself for the unfolding of Mia's extraordinary tale, eager to witness the truth and finally lay skepticism to rest.

People were arguing with each whether they should watch Mia's life movies or no. Ignoring the the main character of the movie. As shouts and yells were heard across the great hall. Mia, feeling overwhelmed, went over to Remus, seeking comfort.

Everything went in slow-motion for Mia as she stood in the center of the great hall. Shouts and yells filled the air, drowning out any semblance of reason or understanding. The argument raged on, echoing off the grand walls that had witnessed countless debates before.

On one side, a small group included Remus, Sirius, the Weasley's vehemently urged the watching of Mia's life movies. They believed that through these films, they could gain a deeper understanding of the struggles and triumphs that had shaped her existence. They saw the movies as a key to unlocking the secrets of human experience, a chance to embark on an emotional journey unlike any other.

In stark contrast, another faction argued fiercely against watching these movies. They believed that the focus on Mia's lives would overshadow the true essence of the human spirit. They feared that such voyeurism would diminish the importance of individual stories and negate the value of personal growth. To them, there was no greater treasure than the untold tales of the unsung heroes, which lay hidden beneath the veil of fame and intrigue.

As the debate intensified, Mia watched with overwhelming disbelief from the sidelines. They had become pawns in a grand battle of ideals, her lives reduced to mere objects of speculation and entertainment. The irony was not lost on them as they realized their own powerlessness in this great narrative that had taken a life of its own.

Finally, amidst the chaos, a voice pierced through the clamor, resonating with authority. It was the wise elder, the keeper of the hall, who had observed the spectacle unfold. The onlookers fell silent, eagerly waiting for his verdict.

With a grave expression, he declared, "We shall watch Mia's movies. Therefore, many innocent life will be spared. Please, everyone may sit themselves down for the movies."

The crowd erupted in a mix of excitement and disbelief and some frightening of what they have been hiding might come to public.

Mia's hearts raced as they realized what this decision meant. her live, her secrets, her fears would all be laid bare for the world to see. The weight of her existence suddenly felt heavier than ever before, as they were thrust into the spotlight that she had tried so desperately to avoid. As she made her way towards the seats that had been set up in the Gryffindor table, of the great hall, Mia's mind was filled with a thousand questions. What would the movies reveal? How would people react to her vulnerabilities and mistakes? The worry etched on her face was mirrored in her friends eyes, their shared fear creating a bond that surpassed any magical connection they had ever experienced

The lights dimmed, and the room fell into a hushed silence. Mia took a deep breath, preparing themselves for what was to come.

And the movie begins...

It is nighttime in Surrey, we see an owl on the street sign "PRIVET DRIVE" and the camera pans to the street with very identical looking brown bricked houses. The owl flies away and an elderly man with crimson robes and a long silvery white beard named Albus Dumbledore walks out of a forest near the street, past a tabby cat standing next to what looks like a shed. He takes out his deluminator and activates it. Dumbledore zaps all the light out of the lampposts. He puts away the device and a cat meows.

Amidst the overwhelming emotions, Mia's thoughts whirled in confusion as she questioned Dumbledore's unexpected presence on Privet Drive. Gradually, a realization dawned upon her, and a lump formed in her throat as she fought back tears. Her eyes, now reddened and filled with sorrow, mirrored the pain that weighed heavily on her heart, Ron who was watching his friend since the beginning held her hand and squeezed it.

"Oh." A realization hit both Remus and Sirius as tear filled their eyes, both looking at their deceased best friends's child.

Meanwhile, among the the students, especially first year, a sense of awe washed over them as they witnessed the remarkable invention before them. Observing how it effortlessly collected light, their faces illuminated with wonder and amazement.

"Is it something you have created Professor Dumbledore?" A second year student asked the headmaster.

Many students were waiting for the answer, as the second most famous twins, George and Fred thought of a way to steal it, or maybe borrow it.

Professor Dumbledore looked at the student and answered with a smile, leaving them confused and unsatisfied.

Dumbledore looks down at the cat.

"Is that Professor McGonagall?" Dean Thomas asked.

"Yeah, that cat looks like Professor McGonagall." Replied to his question, Seamus Finnigan.

Dumbledore: I should have known that you would be here...Professor McGonagall.

"I Knew it!"

"It's Here."

"Professor McGonagall!"

a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. as she looked at him, feeling proud of herself that her students can recognize her from her animagos.

"But what are you there Professor Dumbledore?"

Hermione's inquisitive voice cut through the silence, addressing Dumbledore directly. The question lingered in the air, awaiting a response that would shed light on the enigma surrounding his presence.

Dumbledore's aged eyes clouded with memories as he cast his gaze into the distance. The weight of his past experiences lay heavy upon his shoulders, but he chose to remain silent

The cat silently looks at him, and the camera turns towards a wall. The cat's shadow turns into a woman with a tall hat and emerald robes. There are footsteps and Minerva McGonagall is revealed.
McGonagall: Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?

"What rumors?" Draco Malfoy asked his Father as if he know the answer. The question seem to be troubling everyone. What is going on?

His parents who suspected it might the night he vanished, gulped.

Dumbledore: I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad.
McGonagall: And the girl?

"It's you."

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Obviously it's gonna be her, Ron. They movies is about her."

Mia giggled.

Dumbledore: Hagrid is bringing them.
McGonagall: Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?
Dumbledore: Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life.

"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore, For your trust."

Dumbledore nodded at Hagrid.

There is a motor sound, and the two professors look up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skids on the street and halts. A large man with shoulder length black hair and beard named Rubeus Hagrid takes off his goggles.
Hagrid: Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall.
Dumbledore: No problems, I trust, Hagrid?
Hagrid: No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake her. There you go.

"I'm guessing it's Mia-"

"Obviously."

Hagrid hands a baby wrapped in a bundle over to Dumbledore
McGonagall: Albus, do you really think it's safe, leaving her with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are...
Dumbledore: The only family she have.

"I'm sorry, kiddo."

Remus' voice trembled with regret as he softly whispered to Mia, his words carrying the weight of past mistakes and missed opportunities. His words held a genuine sense of remorse, acknowledging the times he had not been present to guide and support her, his "kiddo." The regret in his voice was palpable, as if wishing he could turn back time and undo the moments he had lost.

Mia voice, filled with warmth and unconditional love, responded tenderly.

"It's okay." Her whispered words echoed with reassurance, acknowledging the significance of both Remus and Sirius being there in the present, regardless of the past. Her gentle response held a touch of forgiveness and understanding.

Sirius who watched the scene unfold, smiled.

They stop outside a house which is 4 Privet Drive.
McGonagall: she will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know her name.
Dumbledore: Exactly. she is better off growing up away from all that. Until she is ready.
Dumbledore places the baby on the ground slowly. Hagrid sniffles, he is sobbing a little. He clears his throat.

As the memory of that night resurfaced in Minerva McGonagall's mind, a trace of sorrow etched across her features. She vividly recalled the weight of her emotions, how she fought to hold back tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. The scene was a poignant one, evoking a range of emotions within the students who bore witness to it.

Within the room, a mixture of raw emotions filled the air. Some students succumbed to the overwhelming intensity of the moment, unable to control the tears that welled up in their eyes. Their vulnerability spoke volumes about the power of the scene and the impact it had on them. Others, however, fought valiantly against the tide of tears, determined to display strength and composure. Their resilience shone through as they wrestled with their emotions, refusing to let them overpower their resolve.

"That's really sad." Neville whispered, as the Gryffindor students who heard him nodded their bead in agreement.

Dumbledore: There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all.
Hagrid nods. Dumbledore takes a letter and places it on the baby Mia, who is now at the foot of the door.

Dumbledore: Good luck... Mia Potter.