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Later back in the Leaky Cauldron, Hagrid and Mia, are at a long table, eating soup. Everything is too quiet, Hagrid soon notices this. Hagrid: You all right, Mia? You seem very quiet.
Ron let out a laugh, finding humor in the situation. He nudged Hermione playfully and remarked, "It's ironic how Mia being quiet is seen as a bad sign, right?"
Hermione nodded, a smile playing on her lips as she replied, "Yes, it is rather peculiar. Everyone know when she talks a lot so when she is silent, it raises eyebrows."
The two friends shared a lighthearted moment, finding amusement in the situation. Laughter filled the air, momentarily easing the tension that had been building in the hall.
"Shut up you too."
Mia: He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this. You know, Hagrid. I know you do.
As the room fell into deep silence, every eye was drawn to Mia, who was caught in a moment of introspection. The weight of her own curiosity about her parents and the scar she had carried since as long as she could remember was palpable. The air seemed to grow heavy with the collective anticipation, as everyone held their breath, waiting for Mia to share her thoughts or make a revelation.
Hagrid: First, and understand this, Mia, 'cause it's very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago, there was one wizard who went as bad as you can go. And his name was V-...his name was V-... Mia: Maybe if you wrote it down? Hagrid: No, I can't spell it. All right. [quietly] Voldemort.
As Hagrid summoned the courage to speak his name - a name that struck fear in the hearts of many - a ripple of unease spread through the room. Eyes widened and heads turned in anticipation, unsure of what might transpire.
The mere mention of You-know-who name sent shivers down the spines of those present, causing some to cower and retreat in fear. The atmosphere brimmed with apprehension as people exchanged anxious glances.
However, amidst the prevailing fear, both Mia and Dumbledore remained composed. Their calmness stood as a testament to their knowledge and understanding of him, and perhaps hinted at a deeper connection they might have with him. Their unwavering composure in the face of the name demonstrated their unique perspective and familiarity with the situation, setting them apart from the rest of the shocked crowd.
Mia: Voldemort?
More people shivered
Hagrid: Shh!! [Mia looks around to see if anyone heard it] Hagrid: It was dark times, Mia, dark times. [flash over to a flashback on the night at Godric's hollow, consisting off a cloaked man walking towards a house, breaking in with his wand, and proceeding to terrorize. Hagrid narrates.]
