Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 2.1: Summer Ends

The days quickly went by, and before Lyanna knew it, it was already three days before they were to go back to Hogwarts to start their second year. The air buzzed with anticipation and the hustle of preparation for the new school year.

On a bright morning, Lyanna, Draco, and Narcissa made their way to Diagon Alley. The cobbled streets were bustling with witches and wizards, all busy with their own back-to-school shopping. The trio navigated through the crowd, their destination set: Flourish and Blotts.

The shop was packed with students and their parents, everyone jostling to get their hands on the latest editions of school books. The shelves were lined with colorful volumes, their titles shimmering under the magical light that filled the store.

"Let's start with our required reading," Narcissa said, leading the way towards the section where the Hogwarts textbooks were displayed.

Lyanna and Draco followed, and soon they had gathered The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk, along with a hefty stack of Gilderoy Lockhart's books: Break with a Banshee, Gadding with Ghouls, Holidays with Hags, Travels with Trolls, Voyages with Vampires, Wanderings with Werewolves, and Year with the Yeti.

Lyanna sighed in annoyance as she looked at the covers of Lockhart's books, each one featuring the author's beaming, self-satisfied face. She turned to Draco and whispered, "Can you believe he's going to be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? What a joke."

Draco smirked. "I know, right? I've heard Father talk about him. Says he's a complete fraud, always boasting about his supposed achievements."

"Well, we'll have to endure his classes, it seems," Lyanna replied, rolling her eyes. "I can't wait to see how he tries to teach us anything useful."

They continued to chat and joke about what their classes with Lockhart might be like, imagining scenarios where he bungled his own spells or got flustered by simple questions.

As they made their way to the counter, Lyanna's attention was drawn to a commotion at the entrance of the shop. Harry Potter and the Weasleys had just entered, and the store seemed to hum with excitement at the sight of the famous boy who lived.

Narcissa noticed her daughter's interest and gently tugged her arm. "Come along, Lyanna. Let's finish our shopping."

But before they could move, a familiar voice cut through the noise. "Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter? Famous Harry Potter, can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

Lyanna saw Draco descending the stairs, his eyes locked on Harry with a sneer. Ginny Weasley, standing nearby, stepped forward.

"Leave him alone," she said, her voice firm despite her small stature.

"Harry Potter... you've got yourself a girlfriend!" Draco taunted.

Lyanna tried to step forward, to stop Draco from causing more trouble, but before she could, Lucius Malfoy appeared, pushing Draco aside with his walking stick.

"Now, now, Draco, play nicely," Lucius said, his voice dripping with false sweetness. He turned to Harry, extending his hand. "Mr. Potter... Lucius Malfoy... we meet at last. Forgive me..." He leaned in to examine Harry's scar. "...your scar is legend, as, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you."

Harry stepped back, his expression hardening. "Voldemort killed my parents. He was nothing more than a murderer."

Lucius's eyes narrowed. "You must be very brave to mention his name. Or very foolish."

Hermione, standing next to Harry, spoke up. "Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself."

Lucius turned his gaze to her, a thin smile on his lips. "And you must be... Miss Granger. Yes, Draco's told me all about you... and your parents." He glanced over at Hermione's parents, who were talking to Mr. Weasley. "Muggles, aren't they?" His eyes then shifted to the Weasley children. "Let me see, red hair, vacant expressions..." He plucked a book from Ginny's cauldron. "...tatty, secondhand book, you must be the Weasleys."