AT HOGWARTS,
The corridors of Hogwarts trembled with hurried footsteps as Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Hagrid, Neville, Luna, and even Draco Malfoy raced together toward the Headmistress's office. Their expressions were tense, their wands ready, their hearts pounding with anticipation. Whatever Harry had discovered at the ancient house was important—important enough to call every one of them back into action.
Harry didn't wait for permission. He pushed open the door and stepped into Miss Amelia's office, the others rushing in behind him. Inside, Miss Amelia and Professor Minerva McGonagall stood by the enchanted window, deep in conversation about rising dangers. Their faces shifted the moment they saw Harry.
"I found Dumbledore's diary key," Harry announced before either woman could speak.
"What?" Miss Amelia straightened instantly.
"Harry, what are you talking about?" McGonagall asked, adjusting her spectacles.
Harry held up the small silver key. "We found this. And I'm certain the locker must be hidden inside Hogwarts."
Miss Amelia exchanged a grave look with McGonagall. "It may be connected," she said slowly, "but the diary is not in Hogwarts anymore."
"What?" Harry's voice cracked in shock.
Miss Amelia sighed. "When Voldemort attempted to attack Dumbledore years ago, Albus told me he would hide his diary somewhere unreachable. The diary contains knowledge about the ancient power gemstones. If it falls into the wrong hands, the world will collapse under dark power. Only people he trusted could ever find it. He placed it inside a secret box secured by a magical lock."
Hagrid stepped forward then, holding a framed portrait wrapped in cloth. "I found this in the old farmhouse," he said. "These portraits… they sometimes hold secrets."
Amelia took the portrait—a serene image of Dumbledore smiling gently. She studied it with knowing eyes. "Yes," she whispered. "This may be the one."
She reached into her robes and pulled out a vial of shimmering pink potion. Without hesitation, she poured it over the painting. The liquid soaked through the canvas, and the portrait began to twist and fold like melting wax. Before their astonished eyes, the canvas slowly reshaped into a small ornate box.
Everyone gasped, smiles spreading across their faces.
Harry stepped forward, placed the key into the lock, and turned it. The box opened with a soft glow, revealing an ancient, leather-bound diary—Dumbledore's diary.
Harry exhaled shakily. Memories from the ancient house rushed back. He explained everything he had witnessed and uncovered.
Hagrid wiped a proud tear. "Our students aren't just clever—they're brave like Master Dumbledore himself."
Miss Amelia nodded warmly. "Indeed."
But Hermione wasn't smiling. Her eyes had softened with worry.
"Hermione?" Harry asked gently. "We found the diary. Everyone's relieved. Why do you look so sad?"
Hermione swallowed hard. "I'm thinking about our children… James, Rose, Scorpius, Albus, Frank, Bobby… I don't know where they are. I'm terrified for them."
Ron placed a hand on her shoulder. Harry hugged her, and she let her tears fall.
"They'll be fine," Harry whispered. "They're strong—stronger than we ever were at their age."
"Yes," Hagrid agreed. "James has your spirit, Harry. Brave like his grandfather. And smart—almost as sharp as Albus Dumbledore. He'll protect everyone."
Hermione managed a small smile.
Miss Amelia then spoke gently. "Hermione, do not worry. Dagger is with them. He is one of the bravest and most capable people I have ever met. He would lay down his life before letting harm touch them. He will guide James, Rose, Scorpius, Albus, Frank, and Bobby. And remember—they have Thorn Claw, the powerful dragon, and the baby spirit of Miss Mirael to protect them."
Ron frowned. "But… how do you know everything? You've never left Hogwarts. How do you even know what our kids are doing?"
Hagrid chuckled. "Miss Amelia owns an ancient magical mirror. It can show people and their actions. Not just reflections—moments, decisions, movements. And every jewel she wears is charmed with magic."
Everyone stared at Amelia, shocked.
Neville whispered, "Oh my…"
Draco simply muttered, "Impressive."
Miss Amelia laughed softly. "Hagrid exaggerates. But James, Scorpius, and Rose did send their Patronuses twice to update me. They're strong, but they worry about everyone."
She lifted the shimmering mirror and handed it to Hermione. "Here. See for yourself."
Hermione held it carefully, and within its glassy surface, images bloomed: James, Rose, and Scorpius soaring upon Thorn Claw's massive back while the others followed behind on a flying carpet.
Hagrid smiled proudly. "James controlling Thorn Claw… incredible. That dragon only listens to those with extraordinary courage. It would die for him. Such strength—just like Master Dumbledore."
Everyone relaxed a little—if only for a moment.
The scene shifted to the skies.
High above mountains and clouds, James Potter held Thorn Claw's reins. His mind replayed Chang's mysterious words again and again.
Rose leaned closer. "James, what is that pearl locket you're wearing?"
James blinked. "Do you like it?"
"It looks good on you," Rose admitted. "But when did you start wearing pearl lockets? Pearls symbolize purity."
Scorpius grinned mischievously. "Maybe Rose wants it. She loves jewelry. Have you forgotten her giant collection at home?"
"Scorpius!" Rose protested.
James laughed. "I already have my pink diamond locket Mum gave me."
"Don't tease me," Rose said, cheeks red.
Before anyone replied, Dagger pointed forward. "We're heading to Mr. Andrew's house."
"What?" James asked. "Aren't we searching for the gemstones?"
"We are," Dagger said. "But Andrew has information about Helga Hufflepuff's gemstone. His family protected it after she died. After I left Hogwarts, I shared my research with him. Whatever he learned, he must have preserved for the future."
James's eyes widened. "So that's why you're taking us there."
Dagger nodded. "Finding the gemstones is important—but we must be most careful with the Gryffindor and Slytherin stones. They are more powerful than the others."
"What do they do?" James asked.
"All four stones carry ancient powers," Dagger explained. "They represent destruction of evil, prediction, healing, and protection. But that is only the surface. Each gemstone carries the legacy of its creator… the entire history of Hogwarts… and the ancient power of all their forefathers. They don't just choose masters—they choose heirs."
James felt a chill. Even Thorn Claw's wings faltered for a moment.
Then, James glanced at Dagger. "I hate to admit this… but I like you. You saved Albus. You know the true history of Hogwarts. Maybe… you're a great person."
Dagger smiled slightly. "Thanks, James. But we still have a long way to go."
"Yes," James agreed. "But after everything… I want to fight you."
"What?" Albus shouted from the flying carpet. "Why?"
"A magical duel," James said boldly. "To see who's stronger."
Dagger chuckled. "We can fight later—after the mission."
He pointed ahead. "Prepare yourselves. We're about to reach Andrew's house."
IN HOGWARTS,
Harry Potter opens the Dumbledore diary and gets shocked.