"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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In a dark time, the eye begins to see ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lyra ran through the halls. Her purple converse hitting the stone lightly. She was going to meet Draco at the astronomy tower.
It was well past curfew, but she had to tell him about her latest vision.
She got there first, she sat, her legs dangling off of the balcony and lit a joint.
As she smoked, she ran through the vision in her head, over and over again.
Minutes later, Draco arrived.
"Smoking again, Ra?" He drawled, "Really?"
Lyra just smiled a bit and held out the joint.
They sat for about ten minutes, finishing off Lyra's joint and just enjoying each others company.
Then, Draco spoke, "What was the vision Lyra?"
She then explained what she had seen.
Dark hedges, Harry, his face bloodied and his robes torn, Cedric Diggory, Mad eye moody and a graveyard. Just flashes over and over until she had woke up in a cold sweat.
Her first stop had been to tell Harry, with the third task only three days away, she didn't want to worry him, but there was no way she could keep it from him.
Next stop was to write Sirius and Dora.
And third stop was to send Andy to wake Draco. Andy wasn't like a normal cat, she was in some ways smarter and understood humans better. Most wizarding pets were that way.
"Ra, I don't know what to tell you." Draco said, putting his arm around her shoulders, "It's too late for harry to pull out of this tournament, the only thing you can do is tell Professor Dumbledore and hope for the best."
"I've told him about every vision i have. He knows about this." She said, "At least they don't hurt as much anymore. He's been teaching me how to push the pain from my mind."
"That's good Ra."
——————————— The next morning, Lyra woke late. It was Saturday so she allowed herself a bit of a lie in. When she got up she threw on a flannel and some jeans, along with another pair of converse.
Lyra's hair, straight today, seemed even longer than usual. She walked down the halls rather slow, without the usual bounce in her step.
She was in pain. Not from the visions she had but because she knew there was no way this tournament was going to end well, and there was nothing she could do about it.
She sat heavily at her usual seat at the Gryfindor table. Next to Harry, across from Hermione and Ron.
"Morning Sleepyhead." Hermione said to Lyra with a small smile, "Are you alright?" she said, sounding slightly concerned.
