Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 2.11: Monster Within the Walls of Hogwarts

Lyanna spent the whole weekend alone by the lake, practicing her wandless magic. While the rest of the school was abuzz with excitement over the Quidditch match, Lyanna found solace in the tranquility of the lakeside. She had noticed during her duel with Hermione that it was her inner strength and anger that fueled her magic, allowing her to perform wandless spells. Determined to harness this power, she dedicated herself to mastering it.

With each wave of her hand and each whispered incantation, Lyanna focused on memories that angered her. She thought of her father's indifference, his cold and dismissive nature. She thought of her mother, Narcissa, and the betrayal she felt at not being told the truth about her heritage. She remembered the people who only got close to her because of her power and family influence, and lastly, she dwelled on her recent quarrel with Hermione. These memories, raw and powerful, ignited a fire within her.

She practiced relentlessly, casting spell after spell, using her emotions as a conduit for her magic. With each successful attempt, her confidence grew. She could feel the magic flowing through her veins, responding to her will. It was as if the barriers between her and the magical energy around her were dissolving. The spells began to come more naturally, and soon she didn't need to rely on her anger or any other emotion. She could perform wandless magic with ease, summoning the power from within her without any external motivation.

By the time the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the lake, Lyanna had achieved a level of mastery she had never thought possible. Her heart swelled with pride as she stood by the water's edge, her hands tingling with residual magic. She had done it. She had conquered the challenge she set for herself and had grown stronger in the process.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned to see Professor McGonagall approaching with a grave expression on her face.

"Miss Malfoy," McGonagall called out, her voice tinged with urgency.

"Professor, is everything alright?" Lyanna asked, her sense of accomplishment quickly replaced by concern.

"There's something you need to see," McGonagall said, her tone serious. "I warn you, this could be a wee bit of a shock."

Lyanna followed Professor McGonagall across the grounds and through the castle corridors. Her heart pounded with a growing sense of dread. They entered the Hospital Wing, and Lyanna's steps faltered as she saw Harry and Ron sitting beside a hospital bed.

As Lyanna approached the bed, her breath caught in her throat. There lay Hermione, her body petrified, her face frozen in a look of shock.

"Hermione..." Lyanna whispered, her voice breaking.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward, holding up a small mirror. "She was found near the library, along with this. Does it mean anything to you?"

Lyanna shook her head slowly, her eyes never leaving Hermione's still form. "No," she replied, her voice barely audible.

Professor McGonagall set the mirror down on the bedside table. Lyanna reached out and touched Hermione's stiff hand, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over her. She had never felt so powerless, despite all her newfound strength.

The gravity of the situation sank in as she stood there, her friends around her, facing a threat they barely understood. Hermione, one of the brightest and bravest witches she knew, had fallen victim to the mysterious attacker.

The Ravenclaw common room buzzed with tension as the students gathered, their faces etched with worry. Professor Flitwick entered, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a grave expression.

"Could I have your attention, please?" he called, his voice carrying over the murmurs. "Because of recent events, these new rules will be put into effect immediately."