Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 5: Unexpected Encounter

As Lyanna hurried through the bustling streets of Diagon Alley, her mind still reeling from her encounter with the Weasley family, she nearly collided with a boy who appeared to be around her age. With a quick step to the side, she narrowly avoided a collision, but the boy stumbled, his few belongings spilling onto the cobblestones.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry!" Lyanna exclaimed, rushing to help gather the scattered items. The boy, with tousled hair and clothing that seemed more worn than the average wizard's, looked up at her with wide eyes, surprise evident in his expression.

"No, it was my fault, really," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he scrambled to pick up his belongings.

Lyanna smiled warmly, offering her assistance. As they worked together to gather the scattered items, she couldn't help but notice a lightning-shaped scar on the boy's forehead, peeking out from beneath his unruly hair.

"Are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

The boy nodded, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Yes, thank you. I'm Harry, by the way. Harry Potter."

Lyanna's eyes widened in recognition, her heart skipping a beat at the mention of the legendary name. "Harry Potter?" she echoed, her voice filled with awe. "The Boy Who Lived?"

Harry's cheeks reddened, but he nodded modestly. "That's me," he said, his tone humble but proud.

Lyanna felt a rush of excitement at the realization that she was speaking to the famous Harry Potter himself. She had heard stories of his bravery and heroism, of his miraculous survival against all odds. And now, here he was, standing before her, just as real and human as anyone else.

"It's an honor to meet you, Harry," she said sincerely, offering him a warm smile.

Harry returned her smile, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Likewise, Lyanna."

Their brief encounter was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Lyanna glanced over her shoulder to see her family, Draco and Narcissa, making their way through the crowd, their expressions a mix of concern and impatience.

"I have to go," Lyanna said quickly, turning back to Harry. "But it was really nice meeting you, Harry. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime."

Harry nodded, his smile brightening. "I hope so," he said earnestly. "Take care, Lyanna."

With a wave, Lyanna hurried to catch up with her family, her mind buzzing with thoughts of her chance encounter with the Boy Who Lived. As she disappeared into the crowd, she couldn't shake the feeling that their meeting was more than just a coincidence—that perhaps, in Harry, she had found a kindred spirit, someone who understood the weight of destiny and the power of friendship in a way that few others did.

And as she rejoined her family, ready to continue their journey through Diagon Alley, Lyanna couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for the adventures that lay ahead. With Harry's warm smile lingering in her mind, she knew that whatever the future held, she was ready to face it with courage and determination.