'i'm sick and tired of your reasons, i got no one to believe in'
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𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 sat quietly in her living room, somewhat annoyed by the disturbance in her holidays. The loose thread on the armchair had already been pulled twice its length from her fiddling.
"You're telling me you don't know how you got to the outside of the woods?"
Dumbledore placed his hands in his lap, patiently watching her for an answer. His calm voice sent needles of rage into her body.
"Sir," she said, not bothering to hide the bitterness in her tone. "I hardly see why this interrogation is necessary. I already confirmed that I don't remember anything after falling unconscious in the arms of someone with long blonde hair and blue eyes."
He pressed his lips together, patience wearing out. "Miss Black, you were placed outside the Forbidden Forest by an unknown person, and you don't seem bothered to know who it was?"
Lyra rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air. "Not when my father - wrongly accused, by the way - is still being hunted by the Auror Office, and you haven't said anything about him being innocent."
"It's not that easy-"
"You're the most powerful wizard in the world!"
Lyra's chest heaved as she calmed her breathing. Dumbledore had all the authority needed to tell the Ministry Sirius was innocent - but he still chose not to. They sat, staring at each other in a silence so thick, not even the sharpest scissors could cut through.
"Care for some tea?"
Mary had entered the room, a tray in hand. She eyed the two warily, cautiously approaching. "Is everything alright?"
Dumbledore didn't lose eye contact with Lyra. "Yes, Mary, thank you. We are just covering some details from last week."
"Isn't it a bit early?" Mary said, and Lyra felt the woman's eyes trail to her abdomen, where bandages wrapped around the almost healed wounds.
"Time is of the essence here, we need all the information we can get as soon as possible," he answered, finally breaking eye contact and smiling politely at Mary.
Mary pursed her lips. "Just be careful, please. You are dealing with a child here, Professor, not a pawn in your game of chess." She turned on her heel and left, leaving the thick silence to return.
"Are you alright with this, Miss Black?" Dumbledore asked.
Lyra shrugged. "I'm not too sure my answer matters to you. I only want to know why you aren't out looking for my dad or proving him innocent."
The old man stood. "I'm afraid I don't have enough proof. Pettigrew and the Death Eater's are incredibly smart at thinking things through, and it just so happens that they framed Sirius in a way so difficult to debunk."
