Morning rain fell gently over the towers of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, soft droplets pattering against ancient stone windows and dark slate roofs.
Inside the castle, the day was unusually quiet.
Most students had gone to their morning lessons, but Mira Silverthorne stood in the Entrance Hall beside Draco Malfoy, clutching a small leather satchel filled with carefully stacked letters.
The letters.
Hundreds of them.
Each one from a child at St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Draco glanced at the bag, “You kept them all?”
Mira nodded, “Yes.”
Draco tilted his head, “You could have just written back.”
“I did.” Mira tapped the satchel, “But I thought it might be nicer to visit.”
Draco raised an eyebrow, “…You’re voluntarily going to a hospital.”
Mira blinked, “Draco.”
“What?”
“You’re coming too.”
He sighed dramatically, “Of course I am.”
Behind them, footsteps approached across the marble floor.
A familiar voice spoke warmly, “I believe your carriage is ready.”
They turned to see Albus Dumbledore, his long silver beard tied neatly with a ribbon.
Beside him stood Minerva McGonagall, arms folded but expression gentle.
Dumbledore smiled kindly, “The Healers at St. Mungo’s are very excited to meet you.”
Mira looked slightly nervous, “I hope the children aren’t disappointed.”
McGonagall adjusted her glasses, “My dear, I suspect they will be thrilled.”
The wizarding hospital hid behind the front of a shabby London department store called Purge & Dowse Ltd.
Its dusty windows displayed broken mannequins wearing outdated robes.
Muggles walked past without noticing anything unusual.
But when Mira, Draco, and Professor McGonagall stepped inside, the true entrance revealed itself.
They approached a mannequin dressed in lime-green robes.
It winked.
Then stepped aside.
The wall opened like mist.
And suddenly they stood inside St. Mungo’s.
Bright corridors stretched upward through towering floors filled with magical activity.
Healers hurried past in robes embroidered with golden wands.
Portraits of famous healers lined the walls.
The smell of potions filled the air.
Draco looked around with mild fascination, “…This place is enormous.”
McGonagall nodded, “Five floors of magical medicine.”
A Healer approached them with a welcoming smile, “Miss Silverthorne?”
Mira nodded, “Yes.”
The Healer clasped her hands warmly, “You have no idea how much the children have been waiting.”
Mira felt her stomach flutter.
The ward was quiet when they arrived.
Tall windows let soft sunlight spill across rows of beds.
Some children sat upright reading books.
Others lay resting under enchanted blankets that shimmered with calming magic.
But the moment the door opened—
A small boy looked up.
Then his eyes widened, “IT’S HER!”
Suddenly the room exploded with excitement.
Children sat up.
Blankets flew aside.
Voices filled the air.
“That’s Mira!”
“The Snitch Camera girl!”
“She’s really here!”
Mira froze slightly.
Draco leaned toward her, “…You’re famous.”
Before she could respond—
A little girl with curly brown hair ran forward and hugged her tightly, “Thank you!”
Mira blinked in surprise, “You’re welcome.”
More children gathered around her.
Some walked carefully.
Others remained in their beds, waving eagerly.
A thin boy raised his hand shyly, “Did you really build the flying camera?”
Mira nodded, “Yes.”
Another child gasped, “Did it follow the Seekers by itself?!”
“It uses tracking charms.”
Draco muttered quietly, “Now you’ve done it. You’ve activated the questions.”
The Healers brought chairs so Mira could sit among the children.
She opened her satchel and carefully began sorting the letters.
“Did anyone here write this one?” She held up the note signed Toby.
A small boy near the window raised his hand excitedly, “That’s me!”
“You liked the Beaters?” Mira asked.
“They hit the Bludgers like cannons!”
Draco smirked, “He’s not wrong.”
Next, she held up the purple letter, “Eliza?”
A girl with bandaged wrists waved from her bed, “That was me.”
“You said it felt like flying.” Mira commented.
Eliza smiled shyly, “It really did.”
Another child tugged Mira’s sleeve, “I drew the picture!” He held up a matching crayon drawing of the stadium.
Draco leaned over to examine it, “…I still look better in real life.”
The boy giggled.
Finally Mira unfolded the last note.
The one written in trembling handwriting.
She looked around the ward, “Is Liam here?”
A Healer gently pointed toward the far bed.
A pale boy sat propped against pillows, watching quietly.
Mira walked over slowly, “Hello.”
He looked nervous, “Hi.”
“You wrote that seeing the sky meant a lot.” Mira stated.
Liam nodded, “I haven’t gone outside in months.”
Mira sat beside the bed, “Did the match help?”
He smiled faintly, “I forgot I was sick.”
For a moment neither of them spoke.
Then Liam said quietly:
“When the players flew past the camera… it felt like they flew past my bed.”
Mira’s eyes softened, “I’m glad.”
Draco cleared his throat suddenly, “Well.”
Everyone looked at him.
“If you liked the camera…” He gestured toward Mira’s bag, “She brought something else.”
Mira blinked, “…Draco.”
“What?” Draco shrugged, “You were going to show them eventually.”
The children leaned forward eagerly.
Mira sighed.
Then she opened the satchel again.
Inside was a miniature Snitch Camera.
A smaller model.
The golden wings fluttered gently.
Gasps filled the ward.
“Does it fly?”
“Can we see it?”
Mira released the device.
It floated upward.
The children watched in awe as it circled the room gracefully.
Liam laughed for the first time.
A real laugh.
And the sound filled the ward like sunlight.
For nearly an hour the children asked questions.
How fast could it fly?
Did broomsticks ever crash?
Were Bludgers really dangerous?
Draco even demonstrated how Beaters swung their bats.
One child nearly fell out of bed laughing.
The ward that had once been quiet and heavy now buzzed with life.
Healers watched from the doorway, smiling.
Because laughter was sometimes the best medicine.
Later that evening, back at Hogwarts, Mira sat beside the lake watching the sunset.
Dumbledore approached quietly, “You did something remarkable today.”
Mira shook her head, “I just visited them.”
Dumbledore smiled, “You reminded them that the world outside the hospital still exists.” He looked toward the sky, “And sometimes that hope is the strongest healing magic of all.”
Mira thought about the children.
Their laughter.
Their excitement.
The way Liam had smiled.
And she whispered softly:
“Then I’ll keep bringing them the sky.”
Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled, “I suspected you might say that.”
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and then Add to home screen.