𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 | 𝗵.𝗷.𝗽

third year .*･｡ﾟ.*･ 4

t h i r d  p e r s o n  (L y r a)

"Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" Lyra Malfoy and the Golden Quartet over heard Pansy Parkinson asking Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table in The Great Hall.

"It comes and it goes." Draco said matter-of-factly. "Still, I consider myself lucky. Madam Pomfrey said another minute or two and I could have lost my arm. I cant do homework for weeks."

"Listen to the idiot." Said Ron to the Quartet at the Gryffindor table. "He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?"

"At least Hagrid didn't get fired." Harry replied.

"I hear my fathers furious..." Lyra Said lowly.

"We haven't heard the end of this." Hermione said.

"He's been sighted! He's been sighted!" Seamus Finnigan yelled, running up to the Gryffindor table, holding a copy of The Daily Prophet.

"Who?" Ron asked dumbly. Lyra smacked his arm irritably as she turned on the bench. "Who do you think, genius."

"Sirius Black!" Everyone leaned in to peer at the newspaper clipping.

"Dufftown? Thats not far from here." Hermione exclaimed after she had read the paragraph.

"You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do you?" Neville asked nervously. Lyra put her hand comfortingly on his shoulder.

Harry saw this and suddenly had the inexplicable urge to shove Neville, with whom he had always been friendly with, to the side.

"With Dementors at every entrance?"

"Dementors? He already slipped past them once. Who's to say he won't do it again?"

"That's right." Said Bem. "Black could be anywhere. Its like trying to catch smoke, like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands."

Lyra looked, stormy blue-grey eyes full of loathing, at the crazed figure of mass murderer Sirius Black and slipped her other hand into Harry's slightly larger one.

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"Intriguing, isn't it?" Professor Lupin called to the class in his first Defence Against The Dark Arts lesson.

The wardrobe in the staff room rattled violently. All the students peered quizzically at it as it shook and quivered.

"Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what is inside?"

"That's a boggart, that is." Called out Dean.

"Very good, Mr. Thomas." Congratulated Professor Lupin.

The wardrobe shuddered again.

"Now, can anyone tell me what a boggart looks like?"

"No one knows." Said Hermione, who seemed, at least to Lyra, to have just popped into the staff room out of nowhere.

"When did she get here?" Ron asked, looking from Hermione, to Lyra, to Harry and then back to Hermione.

"Boggarts are shapeshifters." Said Hermione, continuing on, ignoring the interruption. "They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears the most."

This spiked Lyra's attention; she knew for a fact that her father would be the form the boggart if she was to stand in front of it. Was there a way to change the form of it?

"That's what makes them so..."

"So terrifying, yes, yes, yes." Said Professor Lupin as he strolled casually to the wardrobe.