𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 | 𝗵.𝗷.𝗽

fourth year .*･｡ﾟ.*･ 20

t h i r d p e r s o n (L y r a)

The Hogwarts Express chugged along the track, winding it's way through Scotland's mountain side. Fat droplets of rain splattered against the window pane heavily.

Lyra leant her head on the cold glass window, content, her eyes drifting shut as the train shuddered along towards Hogwarts.

"Anything from the trolley?" The trolley witch called, startling Lyra awake. Ron got up, and made his way towards the cart of wizard sweets.

"Packet of Drooble's... and a Liquorice Wand." Ron said. He looked down at the coins in his hands. "On second thought, just the Drooble's."

"It's alright, I'll get it. Don't worry." Harry said kindly, pulling out his own money and paying for Ron's Liquorice Wand, along with a large amount of Cauldron Cakes.

He sat back down next to Lyra, and handed a portion of the cakes to her.

"Thank you," she said quietly, aware her cheeks were pink. She slumped back in her seat and looked out the window again, eating her Cauldron Cakes in contemplative silence.

"This is horrible," Hermione said, holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, with a large photo of the Dark Mark printed on it. "How can the Ministry not know who conjured it? Wasn't there any security?"

"Loads, according to Dad." Said Ron, his mouth full. "That's what worried them so much. Happened right under their noses."

Harry touched his scar lightly, his face screwed up.

"It's hurting again, isn't it? Your scar?" Hermione asked.

"I'm fine," Harry said, shrugging her off casually.

Hermione leaned forward in her seat. "You know Sirius will want to hear about this... what we saw at the World Cup and the dream."

Lyra was confused. "What dream?"

"It was nothing, Ly. Just a dream." Harry said gently, their eyes meeting.

"Harry had a dream about You-Know-Who, and his scar has started to hurt too." Hermione answered intensely.

"You should send an owl to Sirius," Lyra said lowly, staring at Harry. "He might know what's going on."

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The school gathered in the Great Hall, still recovering from the shock of watching a carriage pulled by flying horses descended from the sky, and as a massive ship emerging out of the Great Late.

"Now that we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement." Dumbledore's voice carried across the hall, effectively silencing everyone. "This castle will not only be your home this year... but home to some very special guests as well..."

Lyra was momentarily distracted by Filch, who was slowly running to Dumbledore. She fought off the urge to laugh as the caretaker made his way to the end of the hall.

"You see, Hogwarts has been chosen..." Dumbledore cut himself off. Filch had reached him, and began whispering to him indistinctly. Filch took off running in the opposite direction. Lyra couldn't help it, and snorted quietly to herself, covering her mouth with her hands.

"So, Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event... the Triwizard Tournament." The students began murmuring between themselves excitedly. Lyra was utterly confused.

"For those of you who do not know, the Triwizard Tournament brings together three schools, for a series of magical contests. From each school a single student is selected to compete. Now, let me be clear, if chosen, you stand alone. And trust me when I saw, these contests are not for the faint-hearted." Dumbledore warned, his eyes surveying the school.