𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 | 𝗵.𝗷.𝗽

third year .*･｡ﾟ.*･ 1

t h i r d  p e r s o n    (L y r a)

Lyra prodded at the unappetising meal sitting, untouched, on her plate. She really hated family dinners like these, they only pointed out how truly different she was from her family.

Her mother glanced occasionally at her, before  pointedly looking away and taking a polite sip from her glass of water, and by the way she was doing it, Lyra could tell that she was trying to silently communicate what a respectable pureblood lady should be like. Lyra rolled her eyes.

Her father, on the other hand, was seemingly unaware of the unspoken disagreement between his wife and daughter. He and Draco were talking loudly, snickering, and, obviously, making snide remarks about the boastful Gryffindors and disgusting muggleborns.

Lyra attempted to tune them out, it hurt to think about her best friend Hermione, who happened to be a muggle born, and had been dealing with crap like this from idiots like them since she came to Hogwarts.

When Lucius made a loud, and particularly offensive joke about muggleborns, Lyra had just about lost it. Draco snorted, grinning like a maniac. Lucius smiled smugly, like he was proud of himself.

"It's not even that funny." She whispered just loud enough for them to hear, her head bent low and her too-long hair covering her eyes.

"What did you say?" Her father asks rudely, his head snapping from Draco to her. She resisted the urge to shrink into her seat.

"I said," she held her chin high defiantly. "It's not funny, you're just being an asshole." Draco's mouth fell open.

Lucius scoffed. "Right, that's it, I'm not signing that slip. You're not going to Hogsmeade with those little mudblood friends of yours." Draco smirked, like the entitled little git Lyra knew he was.

Lyra dropped her fork onto the table loudly, before getting up from her chair so quickly that  the legs scraped the hard wood floor. She stormed into her bedroom, launching herself onto the bed.

She desperately wanted to write a letter to one of her friends from Hogwarts, but she had been forbidden from sending owls during the holidays by her parents, as punishment for sneaking out to a muggle town. A totally unfair punishment, if you asked Lyra.

Suddenly, she heard soft steps at the hallways near her bedroom door. She lifted her head from its spot nestled in all her pillows and stared at the door. The footsteps seemed to hesitate outside her door for almost a minute, before continuing, clacking quietly down the stairs.

She let her head drop once more, and fell slowly into uneasy sleep, on top of her duvet, still fully dressed, her hair unbrushed.

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She woke up the next morning bright and early to finish preparing for the first day of her third year. After she finished her late minute packing, she tried to get through a few more pages of her book.

"LYRA!" screamed Narcissa from downstairs, her voice echoing along the hallway.

"YEAH?" yelled Lyra, looking up from her book and then walking down to the landing.

"GET YOUR TRUNK, WERE LEAVING." Her mother replied.

Lyra climbed back up to her room and hauled her luggage to the spot where Draco and Narcissa were waiting.

"have you got everything?" Narcissa asked while Draco scowled behind her.

Lyra nodded as Lucius Malfoy strode purposely into the room, once again, ignoring Lyra.

"alright Lyra, hold my arm." Narcissa told her quietly, watching the back of Lucius's head as Draco approached him, grasped his arm and they Disapparated together.