Growing weary of the repetitive conversations in her compartment, Lyanna sought solace in the quietude of the train's corridor. As she wandered towards the rear, she stumbled upon an open compartment bathed in warm lamplight, where two familiar faces awaited her: Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.
Lyanna hesitated at the threshold, uncertain whether to intrude on their conversation. Before she could retreat, Harry's friendly invitation reached her ears. "Come on in if you'd like," he offered, his green eyes welcoming.
Encouraged, Lyanna stepped inside, offering a shy smile. "Hello," she greeted softly. "I'm Lyanna."
Ron's eyes widened in recognition, a mixture of surprise and reverence crossing his features. "Lyanna," he echoed, as if the name held significance beyond her expectations. "No need to introduce yourself. You're already quite well-known in the wizarding world, thanks to your family."
Lyanna's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the unexpected acknowledgment. "Oh, it's nothing," she replied modestly, casting her gaze downwards. "You must be Ronald Weasley?" she offers to shake his hand.
Ron's admiration was palpable as he spoke. "I must say, I'm surprised you know my name," he admitted, a hint of awe in his voice.
Lyanna's response was humble, her demeanor gentle and unassuming. "Your name is one that's hard to forget," she replied with a soft smile, her words tinged with genuine warmth.
As they settled into conversation, Lyanna found herself drawn to the easy camaraderie shared between Harry and Ron. Their acceptance and genuine curiosity put her at ease, fostering a sense of belonging she hadn't expected to find so quickly.
With the train hurtling towards Hogwarts and the promise of new adventures on the horizon, Lyanna felt a surge of excitement mingled with gratitude for the chance encounter that had brought them together. And as they laughed and talked, the miles melted away, leaving behind nothing but the promise of friendship and camaraderie in the days to come.
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Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}
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