Dawn crept slowly over the towers of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, washing the ancient stone walls in soft gold and pale rose light.
Mist curled through the valleys below the castle like drifting silk.
The grounds were quiet—still half-asleep beneath the gentle glow of early morning.
But not everyone slept.
Inside the Slytherin common room, the green light filtering through the lake windows cast shimmering patterns across the stone walls as Mira Silverthorne knelt beside a small wooden table covered in parchment, tools, and shimmering magical components.
At the center of the table rested her invention.
The Snitch Camera.
The golden sphere hovered a few inches above the wood, its delicate wings fluttering occasionally as faint runic patterns glowed along its surface.
Mira’s fingers moved carefully through the air, weaving the final strands of magic into the device.
Beside her, Draco Malfoy leaned against the back of a chair, arms folded.
He had been watching her work for nearly an hour.
“You’ve checked it seven times,” he said lazily.
Mira didn’t look up, “Eight.”
Draco sighed, “It already worked during practice.”
“This is different.”
“How?”
Mira finally glanced at him, “Because today children are depending on it.”
Draco paused.
He had grown used to Mira’s strange mix of brilliance and quiet kindness.
But even he had to admit—
Today felt important.
Outside the castle windows, the first rays of sunlight spilled across the grounds.
Draco pushed away from the chair.
“Well then,” he said.
“Let’s give them a proper Quidditch match.”
By midmorning the castle buzzed with excitement.
Students filled the corridors wearing house scarves and waving banners charmed to shimmer with moving colors.
The Quidditch pitch had been transformed overnight.
Hundreds of enchanted banners floated above the stands.
The four house crests glowed proudly in the sky.
The match was between Slytherin Quidditch Team and Ravenclaw Quidditch Team.
It promised to be an exciting game.
First-year students hurried across the grounds in groups, laughing and arguing about who would win.
Near the entrance to the stadium, Mira stood beside Draco Malfoy, adjusting the small golden device hovering in her hands.
Draco glanced toward the sky.
The stadium was already filling.
“You’re sure it can keep up with the players?”
“It tracked the Seeker during testing.”
“Yes, but Seekers are insane.”
“That’s why I enchanted it with wind resistance spells.”
Draco raised an eyebrow, “…Naturally.”
Mira smiled faintly.
Behind them, a familiar voice spoke, “Miss Silverthorne.”
Mira turned.
Approaching across the grass was Albus Dumbledore, robes flowing gently in the morning breeze.
With him walked Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick.
Dumbledore’s eyes sparkled warmly, “Today is the day.”
Mira nodded, “Yes, Professor.”
Flitwick bounced slightly with excitement, “I can’t wait to see it!”
McGonagall folded her arms, but her expression softened, “The children at St. Mungo’s have been informed.”
Mira’s heart skipped, “They know?”
Dumbledore nodded gently, “They are very eager.”
Far from the Scottish mountains, deep within St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, sunlight filtered through tall windows into a quiet ward.
Rows of beds stretched across the room.
Some held young witches and wizards recovering from potion accidents.
Others housed children afflicted by long-term magical illnesses.
But today—
The room felt different.
There was excitement in the air.
At the center of the ward stood a small pedestal where a second golden device rested.
A receiving Snitch.
It glowed faintly with magical energy.
Several Healers moved about preparing chairs and cushions.
A young girl with bandaged arms whispered eagerly to the boy in the next bed, “Do you think we’ll really see it?”
The boy shrugged nervously, “My dad says Quidditch players fly faster than arrows.”
Another child leaned forward, “My brother goes to Hogwarts.”
“Does he play?”
“No.”
“But he says the stadium is huge.”
A Healer smiled warmly.
“You’ll see soon enough.”
The children stared at the golden sphere.
Waiting.
Back at Hogwarts, the stands were packed.
Students filled every seat, waving flags and cheering.
Among them sat Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger.
Ron leaned over the railing eagerly, “This is going to be brilliant!”
Harry nodded, “First match I’ve ever seen.”
Hermione pointed toward the field, “Look.”
At the center of the pitch, Mira stood beside Dumbledore.
The crowd quieted slightly.
Dumbledore raised his wand.
His voice carried across the stadium, “Today’s match will be watched not only by those gathered here…” He smiled, “But by children who cannot join us.”
A ripple of murmurs spread through the stands.
Dumbledore continued: “Thanks to Miss Mira Silverthorne’s remarkable invention.” He gestured.
Mira lifted the Snitch Camera.
Golden wings fluttered.
The runes ignited.
And with a soft whir—
The tiny device shot upward into the sky.
The crowd gasped.
At St. Mungo’s, the receiving Snitch suddenly glowed brighter.
The children leaned forward.
Light burst from the device.
And above the ward—
The air shimmered.
Then suddenly—
The sky appeared.
A breathtaking three-dimensional projection filled the room.
Blue sky.
Green pitch.
Floating towers.
The entire Quidditch stadium hovered above them like a window into another world.
The children gasped in amazement.
“It’s real!”
“We can see it!”
“I can hear the crowd!”
The roar of cheering from Hogwarts echoed through the ward.
For a moment—
Every child forgot they were in a hospital.
Back at the pitch, the teams soared into the air.
Brooms streaked across the sky.
Bludgers rocketed past like cannonballs.
The Quaffle shot between players with incredible speed.
The Snitch Camera darted effortlessly between them.
Its magical lens captured every motion.
At St. Mungo’s the projection followed the action perfectly.
Children leaned forward in their beds.
“Did you see that pass?!”
“That Beater nearly got him!”
The sound of wind rushing past the camera filled the ward.
It felt like flying.
A small boy whispered in awe.
“I’ve never seen Quidditch before…”
His eyes shone.
“This is amazing.”
Back at Hogwarts, Mira stood near the edge of the pitch watching the golden device streak across the sky.
Draco stood beside her, “You did it.”
Mira watched the camera glide gracefully above the field, “They can see everything.”
Draco smirked, “Probably better than we can.”
Above them, the Snitch Camera dove through the action, giving the children at St. Mungo’s a view so vivid it felt as if they sat in the stands themselves.
Back in London, the ward had become something magical.
Children who had been too tired to leave their beds were now sitting up eagerly.
Some clapped.
Some shouted encouragement to players who could not hear them.
One girl laughed as a Bludger narrowly missed a Chaser.
“He nearly got hit!”
Another child pointed excitedly.
“Look! The Seeker!”
High in the projection sky, the Seekers raced through the clouds.
The Snitch Camera followed them with perfect precision.
The children held their breath.
One small boy—thin and pale from months in the hospital—sat upright in bed with wide eyes.
For weeks he had barely spoken.
But now he whispered softly:
“Go Ravenclaw…”
The Healer beside him smiled quietly.
Across the ward, laughter and cheers filled the air.
For the first time in a long time—
The room felt alive.
The match grew more intense.
Seekers darted wildly across the sky.
Then suddenly—
A flash of gold.
The Snitch Camera zoomed forward.
The Ravenclaw Seeker lunged.
Fingers closed around the Snitch.
The stadium exploded with cheers.
At St. Mungo’s the children shouted just as loudly.
They clapped and laughed.
Some even jumped from their beds.
For a few glorious minutes—
They weren’t patients.
They were Quidditch fans.
As the projection slowly faded, the ward remained filled with excited chatter.
“That was incredible!”
“Did you see the dive?!”
“I want to play Quidditch someday!”
One girl looked at the fading sky and whispered softly:
“Thank you…”
Back at Hogwarts, Mira watched the Snitch Camera return to her hand.
Draco grinned, “Well, you just brought Quidditch to a hospital.”
Mira looked at the tiny golden device.
Then she looked toward the distant horizon.
Somewhere far away—
Children were smiling.
And that made everything worth it.
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