"Sometimes I feel like the stars are brighter when you're around."
At this, the dark haired girl giggled, her grey eyes flashing in the moonlight.
"Very cheesy," She smirked, "Although, I was thinking the same thing about you."
"Maybe its because w...
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Now that I know you exist How do I not love you? -Butterfly Rising ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Lyra had woken up the next day with a pounding headache. She felt like utter shit. Her mood only worsened when she had found out that Ron actually thought Harry had entered himself in the tournament and was mad at him. Ron was a brother to the Malfoy girl, but she couldn't just pretend like everything was okay with him.
The next few days she tried her best to reason with him. "Ron he's your best mate." She had said to him, "You know he wouldn't keep soemthing like this from you!" But Ron didn't want to hear it, he would just scoff and make a remark about Harry being an attention seeker.
One day when Ron had seen Harry and Lyra walking together he had mumbled some choice words about Harry that Lyra heard clearly, she had turned around and jinxed him, landing her in the headmasters office.
"Miss Malfoy, I've been expecting you." Professor Dumbledores smooth voice.
"Sir i'm really sorry I love Ron like a brother but he was being a real twat-"
"Ms Malfoy," the tall thin wizard cut in, "It is quite alright." Lyra stood in front of the professors desk gawking. She thought she was surely going to at least get a detention for what she had done.
"Please, have a seat." Lyra mirrored Professor dumbledores actions and lowered herself into a seat across from him.
"Is there anything you wish to share with me?" Dubledore asked, a knowing smile on his face.
"Well...." Lyra began, "I've been meaning to come to you for a while." Then she began talking, she explained each of the visions that she could remember and how she had been waiting to see if they were dreams or not. She explained why she was so afraid for the upcoming tournament, and lastly, she begged. She begged harder then she ever had for them to take Harry out of the tournament.
Now a seemingly strong girl was broken down in an armchair across from possibly the best wizard of the age.
"Miss Malfoy-"
"Please call me Lyra, sir." The girl sniffled. She wished her name didn't bring back the pain of her childhood in the home of Lucius, but it did. At the end of the day, it was his name, not hers.
"Lyra," Dumbledore began again, "I know you've grown tired of hearing this over the past weeks, but the safety measures are in place."
"But sir, the things ive felt in this visions are just- I- i've never felt anything like this before."
"Lyra, we cannot pull Harry out of this tournament, it unfortunately is not an option." He sighed, "We just have to do our best to keep him safe. He needs you to be there with him Lyra."
