The morning after Mira Silverthorne’s visit to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the corridors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry buzzed with an energy that had nothing to do with classes.
Whispers moved through the castle like wind through tall grass.
Students leaned together between lessons.
First-years huddled near staircases.
Older students paused in doorways, trading bits of information that grew more elaborate with each retelling.
“Did you hear?”
“She went to St. Mungo’s.”
“All the children saw her Snitch Camera fly in person!”
“I heard she made a tiny one for them!”
“No way.”
“Yes way.”
Near the entrance to the Transfiguration classroom, Hermione Granger closed her book and looked thoughtfully at Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
“It’s quite extraordinary.” Hermione commented.
Ron stuffed the last bite of a treacle tart into his mouth, “What is?”
“Mira.” Hermione replied.
Ron shrugged, “She built a flying camera. That was already extraordinary.”
Hermione shook her head slightly, “No, I mean what she did afterward.”
Harry leaned against the wall, “Going to the hospital?”
“Yes.” Hermione’s voice softened, “Most people would have just been happy the invention worked. But she wanted to meet the children who watched.”
Ron scratched his head, “Yeah…” Then he shrugged, “…That’s actually really nice.”
Harry nodded quietly, “I think so too.”
Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room beneath the Black Lake, Mira sat by the tall window reading through the remaining letters from the hospital.
Soft green light filtered through the water above them.
Fish drifted lazily past the glass.
Across from her, Draco Malfoy lay sprawled across a couch.
“You know something?” Draco asked.
Mira looked up, “What?”
“You’re famous now.” Draco replied.
Mira blinked, “I don’t think that’s true.”
Draco sat up, “Half the castle is talking about you.”
“They are?”
“Yes.”
He gestured vaguely toward the ceiling, “Apparently, you’re the ‘girl who brought Quidditch to sick children.’”
Mira returned her attention to the letters, “That sounds dramatic.”
Draco smirked, “It’s Hogwarts. Everything becomes dramatic.” He paused, “…But honestly?”
Mira glanced up, “Yes?”
“That hospital visit was impressive.” Draco commented.
Mira smiled faintly, “They were nice children.”
Draco shrugged, “They seemed to think you were brilliant.”
That evening the Great Hall was unusually full.
Students filled the long house tables earlier than usual.
Word had spread that Albus Dumbledore had something to announce.
The enchanted ceiling glowed with twilight colors.
Candles floated gently in the air.
Mira sat at the Slytherin table beside Draco, quietly eating soup.
She didn’t notice the curious looks students were sending her from other houses.
Not until Draco leaned closer, “…You’re being stared at.”
“I know.” Mira confirmed.
“You’re handling it suspiciously well.” Draco commented.
Before Mira could reply—
Dumbledore stood.
The entire hall slowly quieted.
He rested his hands lightly on the staff table and smiled, “Before dinner begins, I would like to speak about something that occurred yesterday.”
Students leaned forward.
Even the portraits on the walls seemed to listen.
Dumbledore continued, “Many of you witnessed the first broadcast of a Quidditch match to St. Mungo’s Hospital.”
Murmurs spread through the hall.
Dumbledore nodded gently, “Yes. The children there watched the match through a remarkable invention created by one of our students.”
Now nearly everyone knew who he meant.
Mira suddenly felt Draco elbow her, “…Uh oh.”
Dumbledore continued speaking, “Yesterday, that same student traveled to the hospital to meet the children who had watched the match.”
A ripple of surprise moved through the hall.
Many students hadn’t known that part.
Dumbledore’s voice was warm, “I have received a letter from the Healers of St. Mungo’s.” He unfolded a piece of parchment, “They asked me to share this with the school.”
The hall grew silent.
Dumbledore read:
“Yesterday the children of our long-term ward experienced something extraordinary.
For the first time in many months, laughter filled the room.
Patients who had barely spoken sat up to watch the sky projected by Miss Silverthorne’s Snitch Camera.
Today, when she visited in person, their joy doubled.
It reminded them that the world beyond their illness still exists.
For that gift, we thank Hogwarts—and Miss Mira Silverthorne in particular.”
The letter ended.
Silence filled the hall.
A deep, emotional silence.
Then Dumbledore lowered the parchment.
And he said simply:
“Miss Silverthorne, would you please stand?”
Draco leaned toward her, “…This is about to be embarrassing.”
Mira hesitated.
But slowly—
She stood.
Hundreds of students turned to look at her.
For a moment no one moved.
Then—
Someone clapped.
A single clap echoed across the hall.
Then another.
Then another.
Suddenly—
The entire Great Hall erupted into applause.
Students stood.
Chairs scraped across the stone floor.
Hands clapped loudly.
Some students cheered.
Others whistled.
At the Gryffindor table, Ron was already on his feet applauding enthusiastically.
“That’s brilliant!”
Harry smiled and joined in.
Hermione clapped proudly.
Even the Ravenclaws applauded with genuine admiration.
Draco remained seated for a moment.
Then he sighed, “…Fine.”
He stood and clapped too.
At the staff table, the professors joined the applause.
Minerva McGonagall nodded with unmistakable pride.
Filius Flitwick clapped enthusiastically.
Pomona Sprout smiled warmly.
Even Severus Snape gave a brief, polite clap before folding his arms again.
Dumbledore watched the scene with quiet satisfaction.
Because this—
This was exactly the kind of magic Hogwarts was meant to teach.
Mira stood there in stunned silence.
She had never expected anything like this.
The applause continued.
The sound echoed off the enchanted ceiling.
Draco leaned toward her again, “…You’re turning red.”
“I don’t like being the center of attention.” Mira admitted.
“Well you are.” Draco concluded.
Mira looked across the hall.
She saw Harry smiling.
Hermione nodding.
Students from every house clapping together.
For once—
There were no house rivalries.
Just appreciation.
Finally, the applause slowly faded.
Dumbledore smiled, “Thank you, Miss Silverthorne.”
Mira sat down quickly.
Draco smirked, “Well, that was historic.”
Later that night, as students left the Great Hall, many paused near the Slytherin table.
Some congratulated Mira.
Others simply smiled.
A Ravenclaw girl said quietly:
“My sister is at St. Mungo’s. Thank you for letting her see the match.”
Mira nodded softly, “You’re welcome.”
After the hall emptied, Mira walked outside toward the castle grounds.
The night sky stretched above Hogwarts like a vast ocean of stars.
Draco joined her beside the lake, “You know something?”
Mira tilted her head, “What?”
“You might be the first Slytherin to get a standing ovation from the entire school.” Draco stated.
Mira laughed quietly, “I doubt that.”
Draco looked toward the sky, “…Still. It was deserved.”
Mira watched the stars reflecting on the lake.
And she whispered softly:
“I just wanted to share the sky.”
Draco smirked faintly, “Well, you definitely did.”
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