✿༺ The Lives of the Eagle and the Lion ༻✿ [WTM]

Prologue

[3rd Person]

It was a bright and early morning at Hogwarts, the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everyone, students and professors alike, was gathered in the Great Hall for breakfast. However, one Ravenclaw didn't have much of an appetite. A scowl was across the lips of the fifth-year girl as her gray eyes were dull, showing signs of not only exhaustion but annoyance as well. Her chin rested on the palm of her hand that wasn't wrapped in a thick layer of bandages due to an "injury." The girl was tired of everything and just wanted to leave Hogwarts. She wanted to leave the Wizarding World of Britain, taking Harry with her along with Sirius and Remus. A new start in America for them in New York, where she could easily visit them. 

Seraphina glanced at her best friend out of the corner of her eye and saw his facial expression. She knew he was just as done with this place as she was, especially with the Minister. Sometimes, he was labeled as "The Savior of the Wizarding World of Britain" but other times, he was labeled as a liar and dark wizard. He was honestly just a scapegoat wherever the Minister needed to point his fingers to get the blame off himself. 

When Harry appeared suddenly in front of everyone with Cedric's dead body and saying Voldemort was back, an investigation should have taken place, right? Nope, that's what a competent minister would have done, but Fudge is a bribe accepting and ignorant old fool who is more concerned about keeping his job rather than doing it. But Seraphina wasn't an eagle for nothing, from Sirius Black's unlawful imprisonment in Azkaban without a trial to slandering Harry's name along with Seraphina's because she supported him publicly, she has kept track of everything with proof. Soon, he will be kicked out of office and hopefully thrown in Azkaban. He wasn't the only thorn in her side, however. 

Albus to-many-names Dumbledore was another ignorant and senile old fool who shouldn't have power or be a headmaster. One major problem that Seraphina has with the old coot is his treatment of the Slytherin House as a whole. Just because there was one bad apple DECADES ago doesn't mean that EVERY single student sorted into Slytherin house is evil or a death eater, but his head is too far up his ass to see that. Another major problem is his bias towards the Gryffindor House. Their first year, he awarded Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville with points even though the Slytherins were clearly the winners, not to mention it was also against the rules at Hogwarts. He told Ron, Hermione and herself to not write to Harry during the summer because letters can be tracked but Seraphina found that to be a load of crap and ignored him. Harry needed someone to support him and help him through the traumatic event.

"Seraphina." A hand placed on top of her injured hand gently brought her back to reality. Her gray eyes landed on her Little Moon, who had a concerned look in her eyes. "You aren't eating breakfast, and I called your name, but you didn't respond. Are you alright?" She asked in her usual serene tone.

Seraphina looked at the cup of coffee that she poured for herself but forgot about as she was lost in thought. "There's nothing to worry about, Little Moon. I just have a lot of things on my mind... especially with the Minister." Her eyes narrowed in anger at the thought of that man. 

Harry, who was at the Gryffindor table, saw Seraphina's eyes glowing sea green and got up. He went over to her and pulled her into a hug. "Relax, Flower..." He said gently as he ran his fingers through her white blonde curls.

Chertan Stygian looked over at the Ravenclaw table and saw his favorite student in Harry's arms as he tried to calm her down. He knew she was constantly balancing her schoolwork and keeping a keen eye on Dumbledore along with the Daily Prophet which was causing her to be overworked and easy to anger.

Seraphina closed her eyes and laid her head against his stomach, her eyes back to their normal gray. "Thank you, Lion. My emotions got the better of me," she said, and she put her hand on his arm.