Whispers of the cosmos - Draco Malfoy

Friendship in Bloom

September 1st never took so much time to arrive. That's what Lyra's August felt like all along, waiting for the big day. Harry and she grew so excited, Lyra even more than Harry; she had already read half of the books they purchased for their studies. Locked in by her parents, what else could she do? Her personal favorite was "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" by Newt Scamander. She couldn't believe how many wonderful creatures were out there; she'd kill to see a Bowtruckle. She was ready to give the best of herself; she wanted to prove to her parents that she was mad to be a witch. Of course, without all the romance books she read, she could have finished all the required reading, but old habits die hard. So here they finally were, after one month of an annoying wait, full of books, questions, and late-night talks, imagining all it was finally time. 

When they went to buy their furniture on the first of August, Lyra grew anxious, but she got scared to voice it. How could she pay for any of the things on the list? Her parents had been clear; they wouldn't pay for a thing. She barely saved money, and it was under her pillow back at home, not in her wallet. Hagrid took them to the bank, and that's when Lyra had to say it. She couldn't go; Harry had money from his parents, but she had nothing. When the three of them entered the first shop, Lyra had no choice but to speak up.

"Hm, Hagrid, I think I can stay with Harry while he buys all his furniture, but I cannot get my own. My parents will never agree to pay." Before Hagrid could say anything, Harry looked at her in confusion.

"What are you saying? I took money from the vault for you too."

"No, Harry, I cannot ask that from you."

"You are not asking anything. Remember what's mine is yours," he quoted her with her favorite sentence, the one she told him every time she was sharing something with him, but it was never something so huge. "Things like that have to go both ways, you know?"

The girl felt tears in her eyes and she jumped into the arms of the boy. "Oh, Harry, thank you, thank you."

"Don't worry. I also do it for me. Do you think I want to go to a castle I know nothing about to do magic without you?"

They both laughed at this statement, and Lyra thought that she could never thank him enough.

Hagrid had dropped them off at the train station, and before any of them could ask questions, he vanished. How were they supposed to find their way? Luckily for them, after Lyra almost had a heart attack imagining they would miss their train, they got help from a red-haired family. And that's how both kids ended up being seated in a compartment next to one of the many redheads in the family. The conversation flowed quite easily, especially with Ron and Harry, who already seemed like they knew each other for years. After some boring talk, Lyra let her mind drift for a memory that had to stop her for sleeping well some nights. When they went to get their uniforms with Harry, they had met a boy, and as much as she hated to admit it, Lyra grew a bit scared. What if everyone were as rude as this blond brat? She remembered their conversation perfectly.

The blond boy started talking to them first, asking if they were also going to Hogwarts. In the next few minutes, he asked them many questions: in which house did they think they'd be sorted, what did they think of Quidditch, but to all those questions, the siblings had no idea what to answer. However, the next one they both understood quite well. When Harry revealed his parents were dead, the boy didn't even seem sorry at all, as if it were just some normal information. He even started being rude towards Hagrid without even knowing him. Lyra was already growing annoyed. She could fight her brother; surely she wouldn't have any problem taking down a boy two times smaller and three times tinier. But then he asked Harry if his parents were from our "kind" as he voiced it.