Lyra and Hazel loved walking the grounds together they often found it relaxing, as the garden often became crowded.
One day in the brink of November, Lyra stumbled across a girl being pushed against the wall.
Lyra and Hazel got involved and chased the boys away. Her name was Ostara and the three became quick friends.
Ostara was intelligent, and thought before she spoke. Which was a fair balance to the protective Hazel who stuck up for her friends when they were in trouble.
Ostara was a half-blood with silver-white hair. She was decended from the mighty and brave Targaryans who used to ride dragons before a far ancestor was murdered with her dragons in cold blood.
She was decended from a line so distant that the only proof she had was a very long complicated family tree. And the long silver hair she carried.
In her family she was often made fun of because although she looked so much like her ancestors. She acted nothing like the Targaryans of Valyria.
Lyra and Hazel often told her that she acted much like the Kings and Queens. As she was graceful and wise.
Hazel often told her that one day Ostara would ride on dragon-back to the 7 kingdoms and sit on the throne her ancestors sat upon. That she would look down upon them and curse everyone who ever told her differently.
Ostara often begged to differ. However it was Lyra who made this a reality. Deep within the Black family vaults there was a single dragon egg.
This egg shined emerald green.
A secret egg which was hidden, unseen.
Until a Heiress, with hair of raven .
Sent for it to be given to a fair maiden.
That egg was the girls saving grace.
Given to her without haste.
When the egg hatched weeks after.
The girls birthday arose such a clatter.
It was this present.
That took her to the place of her decent.
Old Valirya, proud and true.
The aburn beauty must of knew.
She sat the throne with viloet eyes.
Mercy was given, with a price.
And there layed a knew foundation.
For many people of the nation.
And among them was a sapphire queen
With her dragon of emerald green.This poem was written by Regulus to Ostara as a final gift to the Lady who helped him through his last moments.
Ostara and Lyra grew only closer as time went by. The Garden became a second home to Ostara, Lyra, and Hazel
it was almost a safe haven.Ostara quickly found that she was keen at documentation. And as Hazel mapped the land she studied how everything interacted with each other.
She found that everything had a role even the girls. They were the embodiment of how the environment functioned.
And this was found as time went on. Ostara found that there was a kind of natural flow between them. They knew what each of them needed before it was said.
Lyra's role wasn't immediately clear to Ostara, but as time went on she saw Lyra as a motherly figure who did what needed to he done. It changed from time to time, but mainly Lyra was a provider.
Ostara however thought there was a key exponent missing. She felt that as she studied the plants and animals, Hazel studied the land, and Lyra studied homely maners. There had to be something missing.
She pointed this out to the other girls and l they agreed and pointed out that they all felt something must be missing in the equation.
They found their answer in early December. They were only their way to class when they saw a young child being yelled at by an older child. They were going to step in, but another child beat them to it.
She screamed at the child, much older then her, and soothed the younger child. The beautiful girl then walked away.
Lyra followed after her and the rest became history. Lyra often comments that if she let things be, they wouldn't have Isabella.
Isabella was a muggle-born who had learned in the first few months of school not to take anything from any one.
Isabella became fast friends with the girls. As if they had known each other their whole lives.
She was their missing link. She completed their circle. The forward Griffindor was almost immediately taken to the Garden.
She admired the worm done and the people who had done it. Her father was a muggle farmer, and she used magic as a quicker form of technology.
with a flick of her wand she had combined fields. And thus the last chunk of responsibility had been taken to the kind Isablella.
Lyra: The Motherly figure.
Ostara: The Journalist
Hazel: The geographer
Isabella: The farmer
They took care of each other and it was Isabella who was the next to find a familiar.
The hogwarts forest is home to a variety of animals, magicly and non-magical. Dragons and Horses to Unicorns and Bunnies.
It, however, shocked the ladies that Isabella bonded with an aburn halfeir-Calf.
The calf quickly bonded with Isabella, and soon they had bond much like that of Eclipse and Lyra, and Hazel and Fern.
Now that of Isabella and Cinnamon's begins to grow. Isabella always knew where Cinnamon was and vice versa.
At first, Isabella didn't like the idea of Cinnamon being her familiar: a reminder of the farm she came from, and the muggleborn she was. But as time went on they began to love each other.
Isabella supplied grain from the farm and intern Cinnamon protected and helped her.
Isabella made a huge plantations of all sorts of fruits and Vegetables. As a result the girls never needed to go to the great hall or kitchens because they had the Garden.
Isabella and Ostara were the best things she could ask for. And although Lyra was leaving for clearer waters the following year it wad clear they would all remain good and honest friends.
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Lyra Black
FanfictionThe story of The Lady of the House of Black, the Lady who changed history as we know it. Lyra Casstopia Black I.