Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 19: Dreams

Later that night, Lyanna found herself tossing and turning in her bed, unable to find rest. Despite having taken the dreamless sleep potion that Snape had brewed for her, the nightmares persisted, invading her mind with vivid images of flames, dragons, and white-haired figures locked in fierce battles.

She sat up abruptly, her heart pounding. The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Realizing that sleep would not come easily, she sighed and reached for her journal on the bedside table.

Lyanna opened the journal, its pages filled with neat, precise notes and sketches from her classes and personal musings. She flipped to a blank page and picked up her quill. Closing her eyes for a moment, she tried to recall the fragmented images from her dreams. They were mostly a blur, but some details stood out with startling clarity.

She began to sketch, the quill moving swiftly over the parchment. First, she drew the dragons, their majestic forms emerging from the flames, their scales glistening with an otherworldly sheen. Next, she attempted to capture the white-haired people, their faces indistinct but their eyes fierce and determined. They wore strange clothing that seemed ancient and regal, unlike anything she had seen in the wizarding world.

As she sketched, her thoughts wandered back to the Muggle book Hermione had suggested, "A Song of Ice and Fire." She couldn't shake the uncanny resemblance between herself and the character Daenerys Targaryen. Both shared the silver-blonde hair and striking eyes, and both seemed to have a mysterious connection to dragons. But it was a fictional story, wasn't it? She shook her head, trying to dismiss the thoughts as mere coincidences.

Lyanna's hand moved almost unconsciously, capturing the chaos and intensity of her dreams on paper. She paused to look at her work, the sketches hauntingly beautiful yet unsettling. She wondered if there was more to these visions, some hidden meaning she had yet to uncover.

Just then, a soft knock on her door startled her. She quickly closed her journal and called out, "Come in."

The door creaked open, and Narcissa stepped inside, her expression concerned. "Lyanna, dear, are you alright? I thought I heard something."

Lyanna forced a smile, hoping to ease her mother's worry. "I'm fine, Mother. Just had trouble sleeping."

Narcissa walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, gently brushing a strand of hair from Lyanna's face. "Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything."

Lyanna hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. It's just...dreams."

Narcissa studied her daughter's face for a long moment before sighing softly. "Alright. Just remember, we're here for you. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

"Thank you, Mother," Lyanna said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Narcissa gave her a reassuring smile, then stood up and headed for the door. "Try to get some rest, dear. Tomorrow is a new day."

As the door closed behind her mother, Lyanna took a deep breath and looked at her sketches once more. The dreams and their possible meanings lingered in her mind, but she pushed them aside for now.

With a determined sigh, she put her journal away and decided to retire for the night. Lying in her bed, she held on to her silver necklace with her name engraved on it, taking deep breaths. The cool metal against her skin was comforting, grounding her amidst the chaos of her thoughts. Gradually, the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest slowed, and she felt her body relax. Holding tightly to the necklace, she finally drifted into a dreamless sleep, the moonlight casting a serene glow over her peaceful face. 

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Lyanna Malfoy lay in her opulent, four-poster bed, staring at the silken canopy above her. She tossed and turned, unable to find any reprieve from her restless mind. The moonlight filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a pale glow across her room, but it did nothing to soothe her.

With a sigh, she sat up and decided she couldn't endure another sleepless night. She had tried everything—counting Hippogriffs, reading the most boring tomes in the Malfoy library, even practicing Occlumency to clear her thoughts. Nothing worked. The one thing that might help was a dreamless sleep potion, but she had botched her attempt at brewing it earlier that day.

"Mippy!" she called softly into the darkened room.

A soft pop echoed in the stillness, and Mippy, the Malfoy's loyal house elf, appeared at the foot of her bed. The little creature's large, bat-like ears twitched as he took in Lyanna's troubled expression.

"Miss Lyanna is needing Mippy's help?" he asked, his voice high and wavering with concern.

"Yes, Mippy. I couldn't get the dreamless sleep potion right. Can you brew some for me? Here, in my room, so no one else finds out?" Lyanna's voice was gentle but pleading.

Mippy's eyes widened with worry, but he nodded. "Of course, Miss Lyanna. Mippy will help."

As the house elf began setting up a small, portable cauldron and gathering ingredients from the shadowy corners of the room, Lyanna watched him thoughtfully. She had always been curious about her past, about the strange circumstances of her arrival at Malfoy Manor, and now seemed as good a time as any to ask.

"Mippy, can I ask you something?" she said, breaking the silence.

Mippy paused, looking up at her with his large, expressive eyes. "Miss Lyanna can ask Mippy anything."

"How did I end up here? At the manor, I mean. I've always wondered. Mother and Father never speak about it."

The elf's ears drooped slightly, and he hesitated before answering. "Mippy remembers, Miss Lyanna. It was a cold winter night, many years ago. Mrs. Malfoy found you at the doorstep, in a basket wrapped in heavy fur. There was no note, no explanation. Just you, and a necklace."

Lyanna instinctively reached for the necklace around her neck, a delicate silver chain with an intricately designed pendant. "Did you see who left me there?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Mippy nodded slowly. "Mippy saw the beautiful lady who left you. She had long hair the color of deep burnished copper, and eyes like unset jewels, red and unsettling. Her skin was pale, perfect, and she was very tall and graceful."

Lyanna's heart pounded in her chest. "Do you know who she was?"

"Mippy does not know, Miss Lyanna. The lady said nothing, just left you there and vanished into the night. Mrs. Malfoy found you shortly after, and she and Mr. Malfoy decided to raise you as their own."

Lyanna sat back, processing the information. The description of the mysterious woman sent a shiver down her spine. "Thank you, Mippy. I appreciate you telling me this."

Mippy bowed his head. "Anything for Miss Lyanna."

The elf resumed his work, and soon the room was filled with the gentle bubbling of the potion brewing. Lyanna watched in silence, her mind swirling with the revelations about her past. The pieces of her mysterious origins seemed to fit together like fragments of a dream she was only just beginning to understand.

As Mippy finished the potion and handed her a vial, Lyanna smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Mippy. This means a lot to me."

"Sleep well, Miss Lyanna," Mippy said, bowing low before disappearing with a soft pop.

Lyanna drank the potion, feeling its calming effects almost immediately. As she settled back into her pillows, her thoughts drifted to the beautiful woman who had left her at the manor. Who was she, and why had she abandoned Lyanna? These questions lingered in her mind as sleep finally claimed her, dreamless and deep.

She only ever dreamt of people with silvery white hair. Not a single glimpse of any other... Who could that woman be? Could she be her mother? And that she gave Lyanna away for she looked different?

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