[Mia and Ron stand before Professor Dumbledore in his office, with Fawkes on his perch, and the sword and Sorting Hat resting on the desk.]

Sirius' expression was one of incredulity as he directed his gaze towards Dumbledore. "Are you seriously going to scold them for saving Ginny, destroying You-Know-Who, then killing the basilisk?"

Charlie jumped in with fervor, "They should be commended for what they've done!"

The sentiment spread like wildfire, with everyone expressing agreement. The room buzzed with frustration at Dumbledore's apparent reprimand, the tension palpable.

Mia, however, let out a resigned sigh. She looked around at them, her eyes filled with a mixture of exasperation and amusement. "Okay, everyone, hold on a second. If you stop talking and let the movie play, you'll soon see what happens next."

Her calm yet assertive tone worked to bring everyone's attention back to the unfolding scenes. As the room lapsed into a focused silence, the anticipation and curiosity about the upcoming scenes once again took center stage.

Professor Dumbledore: You both realize, of course, that in the past few hours, you have broken, perhaps, a dozen school rules.
Mia and Ron: Yes, sir.
Professor Dumbledore: And there is sufficient evidence to have you both expelled.
Mia and Ron: Yes, sir.

Hermione's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she confronted the unthinkable. "No! You can't just expel them," she exclaimed, the tremor in her voice reflecting her deep concern.

In the midst of the tension, Cho's features contorted in disbelief as she shook her head in denial. "There's no way this can be allowed to happen, Professor."

Amidst the upheaval, a defiant voice rang out. "You can't actually do it, Professor Dumbledore," the protest filled with urgency and confusion.

Meanwhile, Fudge and Umbridge exchanged smug, satisfied looks, their expressions betraying a sense of vindictive pleasure at the prospect of Mia's expulsion. The subtle smirks and condescending glances they shared only added fuel to the flame, heightening the charged atmosphere in the room.

Professor Dumbledore: Therefore, it is only fitting... [Mia and Ron look up] that you both receive special awards for services to the school. [Mia and Ron look at each other with smiles, then back at Dumbledore again]

"What?" Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, her confusion evident in her furrowed brow.

"None of us has ever been given that award," the Weasley brothers remarked, their tone carrying a hint of surprise and hope. They exchanged supportive glances, silently acknowledging the positive impact this recognition could have on Ron's confidence.

Amid the murmurs of astonishment and joy that rippled through the crowd, Neville spoke up, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well done, Mia and Ron!"

The room filled with cheers and applause as Mia and Ron found themselves surrounded by their friends, basking in the warmth of their support.

Ron: Thanks, sir.
Professor Dumbledore: [smiles at them, then stands up while handing some papers to Ron] And now, Mr. Weasley, if you would, have an owl deliver these release papers to Azkaban. I believe we... we want our gamekeeper back.

The exuberant cheers of "YES!" and the thunderous applause filled the air, echoing throughout the room as everyone expressed their happiness at the prospect of getting Hagrid back.

Hagrid's weathered face broke into a wide, grateful smile as he looked around, meeting the eyes of those who had stood by him, unwavering in their belief that he had not opened the Chamber of Secrets. The genuine support and understanding from his friends filled him with a sense of warmth and gratitude.

Dumbledore: [turns to Mia as Ron leaves the room] Mia... first, I want to thank you, Mia. You must've shown me real loyalty down in the Chamber. Nothing but that could've called Fawkes to you.

The resounding exclamation of "Wow" reverberated through the hall, emanating from the younger students who were left in awe of the unexpected turn of events.

Amidst the whispers and gasps, even the adults and some of the older children found themselves stunned by the unfolding developments, their expressions reflecting a mixture of astonishment and disbelief at the revelations that had come to light.

Dumbledore: And, second... I sense something is troubling you. Am I right, Mia?

"What's wrong?" Lavender's voice cut through the air, filled with confusion, but her question was met with silence as the attention shifted to Mia.

"You have to tell him, Mia," Sirius urged, the concern evident in his voice.

"Exactly, Mia. Whatever is bothering you," Remus added, his expression mirroring Sirius's concern.

Mia met their gaze with a firm resolve. "I did tell him."

Surprise flashed across their faces. "You did?" they chorused in unison.

With a nod, Mia reaffirmed, "If you shut up and keep watching, you will see that I did."

Turning her back to them, Mia fixed her eyes on the screen while Sirius and Remus exchanged a knowing look, sharing a quiet chuckle at the good-natured banter.

Mia: You see, sir. I couldn't help but notice certain things... certain... certain similarities between... Tom Riddle and me.

"Honestly, you two couldn't be more different, Mia," Hermione asserted with unwavering conviction, her tone reflecting her certainty.

Mia, with a thoughtful gleam in her eyes, responded with a touch of enigmatic humor, "But deep down, there's more similarity between him and me than either of us would like to acknowledge." Her words hung in the air, prompting everyone to ponder over the intricate dynamics witnessed between Mia and the adolescent incarnation of the enigmatic figure known as You-Know-Who.

Following Mia's cryptic remark, a contemplative silence enveloped the room, as each individual processed the weight of her statement, leaving an air of intrigue and curiosity lingering in the wake of her revelation.

Professor Dumbledore: I see. Well, you can speak Parseltongue, Mia.

"We're all rather curious about that as well," Lucius chimed in with a pensive air, drawing the attention of several individuals in the room, some with quizzical expressions and others with disdainful glares.

Mia's gaze lingered on Lucius for a fleeting moment, a satisfying smirk tugging at the corners of her lips as she recollected the impending events that would unfold in just a matter of minutes.

Caught off guard by the mischievous glint in Mia's eyes, Lucius's expression registered a mixture of confusion and apprehension, his eyes widening in response to the realization that suddenly hit him

Dumbledore: Why? Because, Lord Voldemort can speak Parseltongue. If I'm not mistaken, Mia, he transferred some of his powers to you the night he gave you that scar.

The disclosure sent shock waves rippling through the assembled group, prompting a collective outburst of incredulous exclamation. Stunned silence descended upon the hall as the weight of this unexpected revelation settled in, leaving everyone at a loss for words or inquiries amid the charged atmosphere.

Sirius, visibly bewildered, stammered in a state of utter disbelief, "You what?"

In response, Mia delivered her retort with a tinge of playful nonchalance, "Told you we were more alike than we care to admit."

Umbridge, seizing the opportunity to exploit the situation, interjected with glee, "So Miss Potter is just like him. We should arrest her immediately," prompting a resolute glare from Amelia directed at her

Rebuking Umbridge's outlandish declaration, Amelia retorted with palpable outrage, "Have you not been paying any kind of attention to the movies so far?"

Supporting Amelia's stance, Fudge interjected with a note of rationality, "Quite right, Amelia. Dolores, Amelia is right. If Miss Potter truly was evil, then she wouldn't have risked her life to save others, especially since she could've lost her own life in the process," causing Umbridge to grit her teeth in frustration as she glanced at the minister.

Succumbing to the weight of Fudge's admonishment, Umbridge acquiesced with a curt, "Yes, Minister," holding back her seething displeasure for the time being.

Amid the charged atmosphere, a heavy silence descended as no one else dared to utter a word, with the magnitude of the shocking revelation leaving the gathered them uncertain about how to process or respond to the shocking turn of events.

Mia: [amazed] Voldemort transferred some of his powers... to me?

The Aurors and Amelia were left visibly stunned, grappling with the perplexing question of how such a revelation could be possible. Pansy, seeking clarity, directed her inquiry at the Aurors, prompting a somber response from Amelia.

"We don't know, but we will find out," she asserted with unwavering determination, her tone reflecting her commitment to unraveling the mystery.

Observing the weight of the situation, Tonks offered a pragmatic suggestion, "I think that the movies will tell us," prompting a collective nod of agreement from the other Aurors, signaling their readiness to seek answers from the unfolding narrative.

Professor Dumbledore: Uh-huh. Not intentionally. But yes.
Mia: [as Dumbledore returns to his seat behind the desk] So, the Sorting Hat was right; I should be in Slytherin.

"No, mate, you belong in Gryffindor." Ron said, offering his support to his first and best friend, as the other Gryffindors smiled and nodded their heads, shoving their own support.

"Ron, you're a true friend," Mia replied, touched by his unwavering support. "Thank you. But I've come to realize that home is not defined by where we're put, but by the connections we share. And here, among friends like you and Hermione, I have found my true home and where i truly belong." As she spoke, a warm smile graced her lips, reflecting the depth of her appreciation for their steadfast support.

Professor Dumbledore: It's true, Mia. You possess many of the qualities that Voldemort himself prizes: Determination, resourcefulness, and if I may so, a certain disregard for the rules. Why then, did the Sorting Hat place you in Gryffindor?

Ever leaned forward, despite already being aware of the answer to the specific question. The enthralling nature of the movies had temporarily caused them to forget, drawing their attention back to the unfolding narrative.

Mia: [glancing at the Sorting Hat] Because I asked it to.
Professor Dumbledore: Exactly, Mia, exactly. Which makes you different from Voldemort. It is not our abilities that show what we truly are, it is our choices.

The headmaster's profound words reverberated through the vast Hall, eliciting a moment of contemplation from all those present, regardless of their allegiances. Even among the Slytherins and the future Death Eaters, there was a palpable shift in the atmosphere, as the notion that they might still possess a choice and an opportunity to shape their destinies took root.

Some exchanged meaningful glances, while others wore pensive expressions, as the weight of the headmaster's message registered within them. It was a brief pause—a moment of introspection and silent consideration—that subtly altered the dynamics in the room. Amidst the clashing of ideologies and the looming uncertainty, a shared contemplation emerged, weaving a strand of potential reconciliation and understanding in the midst of turmoil.

Dumbledore: If you want proof why you belong in Gryffindor, then I suggest you look more closely [picks up the sword] at this.

"Why? What makes this sword so special?" Draco inquired.

"Wait and you'll see," Mia said, her smile reflecting a sense of anticipation as she turned her gaze back toward the screen, piquing everyone's curiosity about the unfolding events.

[Mia takes the sword by the blade with her left hand, and its hilt with her right] Be careful.
Mia: [examines the sword and sees the name "Godric Gryffindor" on the Basilisk venom-coated blade] Godric Gryffindor.

The atmosphere in the hall was charged with astonishment, the collective gaze of the onlookers fixed intently on the unfolding scene on the screen.

Seamus couldn't contain his disbelief, his exclamation a visceral reaction that reverberated through the hall. "No way!" he blurted out, his incredulity etched on every line of his face.

A young Slytherin, his eyes aglow with wonder, couldn't help but voice his excitement. "That is so cool," he exclaimed, his words a testament to the sheer amazement inspired by Mia's extraordinary display.

Cho's whispered "Wow" carried a subtle mix of reverence and admiration, underlining the profound impact of Mia's actions.

An earnest first-year Gryffindor could hardly contain his admiration, declaring, "You're my new role model." His words resonated with a genuine sense of hero worship, capturing the depth of inspiration drawn from Mia's remarkable feat.

As everyone processed the enormity of what they had just witnessed, Mia's extraordinary achievement in summoning the Sword of Godric Gryffindor at such a young age began to sink in, eliciting a collective gasp of awe and murmurs of astonishment.

Remus and Sirius, deeply moved by Mia's display of bravery, found themselves at a loss for words. "Wow, Mia," they offered, their heartfelt sentiments a testament to the depth of their admiration.

Amidst the charged atmosphere, Remus leaned in closer to Mia, his words carrying a weight of profound significance. "Your parents would be so proud of you for all that you have accomplished," he said, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity, the depth of his emotion evident in his eyes.

In response, Mia, her eyes brimming with tears, met Remus's gaze. The weight and significance of his words resonated deeply within her, eliciting a profound sense of pride, vulnerability, and gratitude, underscoring the depth of the bond that united them all.

In the scene, Draco and the Slytherins gazed enviously at the spectacle unfolding before them as they watched Mia's extraordinary display. Draco's characteristic sneer twisted his features as he struggled to conceal his jealousy. "I could have done that," he muttered with barely contained frustration, his eyes fixed on Mia's impressive demonstration.

The Slytherins, their expressions a mixture of envy and begrudging admiration, exchanged jealous glances as Mia's brave and skillful act captured the hall's attention. "She gets all the attention," Crabbe muttered, the bitterness palpable in his tone.

As Mia's bravery and prowess continued to command the spotlight, Draco's simmering envy became more pronounced. "It's not fair," he grumbled, casting a resentful glance in Mia's direction.

The Slytherins, though reluctant to admit it, couldn't help but acknowledge the undeniable impact of Mia's exceptional feat. "She's always showing off," Theo muttered, the unmistakable tinge of grudging respect underlying his words.

As the scene played out, Mia's remarkable display continued to evoke a sense of disgruntlement and envy among Draco and the Slytherins, serving as a stark reminder of their own unspoken aspirations and the spark of jealousy kindled by Mia's impressive achievements.

In the midst of the murmurs of jealousy and resentment, Pansy, usually known for her scornful comments, unexpectedly came to Mia's defense. "Try doing everything she has done for us since the beginning, and then maybe you'll understand why she's receiving all this attention," she proclaimed, her usually sharp voice carrying a note of unusual sincerity.

Pansy's bold defense left the Slytherins casting her suspicious looks. "Why are you defending her, Pansy?" someone inquired, their tone laced with curiosity and disbelief, but Pansy remained silent, her expression inscrutable.

The murmurs continued to spread, with the Slytherins exchanging puzzled glances and questioning Pansy's unexpected stance. "What's gotten into her?" one of them murmured, unable to fathom Pansy's uncharacteristic display of support.

Pansy's refusal to offer an explanation only intensified the curiosity and unease among her peers, leaving them to ponder her baffling defense of Mia's actions.

Professor Dumbledore: Ah. It would take a true Gryffindor to pull that out of the hat. [Mia looks at Dumbledore]

The Gryffindors in the hall appeared utterly stunned as they gazed at the unfolding scene on the screen.

A/N
planning on finishing this movie
tonight so tomorrow i'll begin with
PRISONER OF AZKABAN