An hour had passed, and Mia's anxiety grew as she scanned the hall, her eyes repeatedly flicking to the entrance in anticipation of the arrival of the key figures. Although she mentally prepared herself for the inevitable imprisonment of Lucius Malfoy, a troubling unease lingered within her.

As she conversed with Ron and Hermione, Mia's eyes landed on a huddle of familiar figures, Sirius and Remus engaged in a private conversation. Sensing their comforting presence, she excused herself and made her way toward them. Remus and Sirius spotted her and greeted her with warm smiles, their concern momentarily lifting when they saw her approach.

"Is everything alright?" Remus asked, noting the brightness in Mia's expression.

Mia giggled lightheartedly, trying to project a sense of ease. "Yeah, everything's great, actually. I mean, why wouldn't it be?"

Sirius stepped closer and wrapped his arm around her, offering a gesture of support. "I'm glad to see you in high spirits."

Returning the embrace, Mia took a deep breath before broaching a topic that had been weighing on her mind. "So... the third movie."

A contemplative furrow formed on Remus's brow as he acknowledged Mia's mention of the pivotal third year at Hogwarts. "The third movie, your third year. we will finally make an appearance."

Mia's joyful facade faltered as she voiced her concerns. "Yeah, but I'm kind of worried."

Furrowing their brows with concern, Remus and Sirius turned their full attention to Mia, eager to understand why.

Sirius reached out, gently caressing Mia's cheek as their eyes locked in a tender gaze. "What's troubling you? I mean, I'm finally going to be proven innocent."

Mia nodded, her expression earnest. "I know, but..." She turned to Remus, her worry evident in her eyes. "Everyone will know that you're a werewolf, Remus."

Caught off guard, Remus exhaled slowly, understanding the root of Mia's concern. "Mia, half the people here already know about my condition. Besides, I've come to terms with who I am, and nothing is going to change that."

His tone, though gentle, carried an underlying resolve, revealing his acceptance of his identity and his determination to face any ensuing challenges. Mia looked at him with a empathy. As Mia looked at Remus, a concern flickered in her eyes, Sirius chimed in with a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, Mia, Remus is a strong wizard."

Remus smiled and nodded, appreciating Sirius's words. "He's right, Mia. I've been through a lot."

Mia's gaze softened, her worries easing as she absorbed their words. "You're both right. I guess I'm just anxious about how others will react."

At that moment, the hall erupted into a murmur as Fudge, Dumbledore, and the Aurors returned to the center of the room. All eyes turned toward them, and Mia felt a surge of anticipation and tension ripple through the crowd. The time had come to face the outcome of Hagrid's and Lucius's hearings.

Dumbledore's solemn expression betrayed the gravity of the situation as he addressed the crowd. "I am sure you are all eager to know the results of the hearings. I will not prolong the suspense any further."

Mia's heart pounded in her chest, and she held her breath, her attention fixed on Dumbledore.

"After careful consideration and examination of the evidence," Dumbledore continued, "it has been determined that Rubeus Hagrid is innocent of all charges. He is hereby cleared of any wrongdoing and is free to return to his duties at Hogwarts."

A collective sigh of relief swept through the hall, and Mia's eyes shimmered with joy and relief. She exchanged a beaming glance with Ron and Hermione, and a small, triumphant smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Hagrid was innocent, and justice had prevailed.

Dumbledore's voice filled the hall once more. "As for Lucius Malfoy, the evidence against him is substantial, and he is found guilty of all charges related to his actions involving the Chamber of Secrets. He will be sentenced to a term of imprisonment in Azkaban."

Mia watched as Lucius was led away, her emotions swirling with a mix of satisfaction and tinge of sympathy for his son and wife. She glanced at Sirius, who wore a satisfied yet contemplative expression, and then at Remus, who offered her a reassuring nod. As the proceedings drew to a close, the attendees gradually dispersed, each engaged in their own conversations and contemplations. Mia found herself drawn into conversations with her friends, their shared relief and lingering concerns weaving a tapestry of emotions within them.

But—

Mia's mind raced as she watched Lucius being led away, a complex mix of emotions contending within her. As the commotion slowly subsided, she found herself walking up to Dumbledore and the Aurors.

"Professor," Mia called out to Dumbledore, catching his attention as well as that of the Aurors and Lucius who stood behind him. Their puzzled expressions indicated their confusion at Mia's unexpected intervention.

"I don't think it's fair for Lucius to be sent straight to Azkaban without experiencing what's to come," Mia asserted, her gaze shifting from Dumbledore to rest briefly on Lucius, her expression betraying a hint of something mischievous.

"And what exactly do you have in mind, Miss Potter?" Mad-Eye Moody inquired, noticing the sly glint in Mia's eyes.

"Let's wait until the fourth year before you take him away," Mia suggested with a smirk, locking eyes with Lucius.

"Very well," Dumbledore acquiesced, knowing what she is implying, signaling for the Aurors to allow Lucius to remain within their care.

"Thank you, Professor," Mia said with a hint of satisfaction. She then turned to Lucius, who looked at her with a mix of surprise and uncertainty. "You should see what's coming next, Lucius."

As Mia and Lucius settled back into the gathering, the atmosphere was alive with the murmur of conversations and the anticipation of the next movie. Despite the joviality around them, Mia could sense the weight of uncertainty that lingered in Lucius's demeanor.

A flicker of surprise danced in Lucius's eyes, swiftly overtaken by the steeliness of his usual composure. "What are you trying to do, Miss Potter?" he inquired, his tone frightened and confused.

Mia smiled wryly. "Nothing, It's just..." she said, locking eyes with him. "I have always wondered what will everyone say after seeing you with him. Remember in the fourth year, the graveyard?"

Lucius shot her a piercing glare as she turned and made her way towards the Gryffindor tables, joining her friends. Mia sensed his eyes on her and met his gaze, offering a subtle wink in response. As everyone settled down, Dumbledore announced the beginning of the third movie. The excitement and anticipation in the room were palpable. The third movie title was shows.

"MIA POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN."

"I'm really confused," a first-year Hufflepuff student piped up. "What's going to happen in the 'Prisoner of Azkaban'?"

The question sparked a ripple of activity among those who had borne witness to the events during Mia's third year at Hogwarts. They turned to look at Sirius, curiosity etched on their faces, as he sat with an uncontainable grin that seemed to stretch across his entire face, his eyes shimmering with a mix of emotions. Some of the onlookers wore expressions of genuine perplexity, their brows furrowed with uncertainty as they pondered Sirius's inexplicable joy, given his status as a convicted murderer. Meanwhile, others seemed to emit a quiet sense of optimism, their features alight with a glimmer of hope that the upcoming events would see Sirius proven innocent. As the room hummed with murmurs and speculation, the air crackled with a palpable sense of curiosity and anticipation, each person eagerly awaiting the unraveling of the tale.

"Why are you so happy?" a Slytherin student asked Sirius, his tone laced with bafflement.

Sirius chuckled softly before responding, "Ah, just wait and see. You'll understand soon enough."

[It is pitch black, until we see what seems to be a small glow before it dims out. Then, the glow emits again, only bigger and revealing itself to be from a window, and then dims out. During all the while, a dog was heard barking. The glow from the window emits again, only this time, a familiar object was in front of the glow and as it dims out.]

"What's that light?" Dean asked in confusion as he noticed a soft glow emanating from a corner of the room.

"I think Mia's practicing magic," Seamus answered, his tone carrying a mix of curiosity and amusement as he observed the source of the mysterious illumination.

Mia: Lumos Maxima.

"She's using magic outside of school. She should be at least expelled," Umbridge shrieked, her voice sharp with indignation.

"In that case, all Muggle-borns should be expelled as well, seeing as we are allowed to do very minor spells. The Lumos spell is a minor spell," Hermione interjected, her tone resolute as she stepped forward, instinctively protecting Mia and Muggle-borns, as well as herself.

Fudge found himself at a loss, the weight of numerous expectant gazes bearing down on him in the charged atmosphere. He cleared his throat, seeking to regain control of the situation.

"Dolores, it is a minor spell; it means nothing. Besides, her relatives were very well informed about magic, and it was undoubtedly in the middle of the night. And as far as we can tell, no one else found out," Fudge explained, his voice firm but measured.

Umbridge bristled, ready to engage in a verbal sparring match with Fudge, but a stern look from him silenced her immediately, signaling an end to the debate.

[It was revealed that she is under the bed covers, and the glow is so bright that it lights up the room] Lumos Maxima [She casts the spell again which is the Lumos Maxima. Until she hears a toilet flushing and immediately goes back to sleep]

"Why are you pretending to be asleep?" Pansy asked, her voice carrying a note of confusion tinged with what can best be described as a slight hint of judgment, as if she couldn't fathom Mia's behavior.

Mia turned to face Pansy, a look of mild amusement dancing in her eyes, tinged with a hint of incredulity. With an arched brow, she regarded Pansy before offering her response.

"Have you forgotten who I live with?" Mia replied, her tone laced with a wry humor and a touch of exasperation, as if the very thought of pretending to be asleep around her relatives was almost laughable. An enigmatic smile played at the corners of her lips, as though she were sharing a private joke with herself.

Pansy's expression shifted, caught between confusion and bemusement, as if realizing the folly of her question.

[just as Vernon opens the door and turns on the light. He looks around in confusion before he turns off the light and closes the door and heads back to his bedroom. With him gone, Mia goes back to what he was doing.] Lumos Maxima [It revealed she was learning the Lumos Maxima from a book.]

The atmosphere in the room shifted as the conversation turned to the intricacies of magical monitoring, with many of the adults expressing surprise at witnessing Mia diligently engrossed in her studies within the familiar confines of her home. Their raised eyebrows and exchanged glances revealed their newfound understanding and respect for her unwavering dedication.

Ginny's sudden inquiry cut through the air, her curiosity evident as she sought clarification on the Ministry's oversight.

"Why didn't the Ministry pick up on that spell?" Ginny's voice carried a note of genuine curiosity, prompting Amelia to step in with an explanation.

"Because it's too small of a spell that it would've been seen as accidental magic," Amelia explained patiently to the young witch, her expression calm and earnest as she sought to demystify the intricate nuances of magical surveillance for the benefit of all present.

Mia: Lumos Maxima. Lumos Maxima! [The camera immediately zooms out from the covers, through the window where we see the film's title floating around in rays of light.]

"Wow," Nearly everyone in the room murmured in sheer awe as they gazed at the screen. The collective gasp and murmurs of amazement filled the room, a testament to the captivating nature of the scene unfolding before them.

We then zoom back into Mia's bedroom. As soon as Mia hears Vernon coming from his bedroom, she immediately returns to sleep just as Vernon opens the door and turns on the light. He looks around suspiciously just before he turns off the light and closes the door.]

The room erupted into laughter at the amusingly dense behavior of Mia's uncle, as the shared chuckles and mirth echoed in the air. The laughter served as a brief break from the serious discussions, infusing the atmosphere with lighthearted camaraderie and a sense of shared amusement amid the weighty matters at hand. Mia shared a knowing look with those who joined in the laughter, appreciating the heartwarming camaraderie amid the gathering.

[Mia looks at the door and then smiles to himself before he really goes to sleep as we iris out.]

As Mia's smile brightened the room, most of those present couldn't help but smile in response, their own expressions reflecting the warmth and joy that emanated from her. It was a heartening sight, to see her finding moments of happiness even amid the challenging circumstances of residing with the Dursleys. The sight of her contentment brought a sense of reassurance and happiness to those around her, serving as a small but meaningful reminder of resilience and the capacity for joy even in the face of difficulty.