𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 dakota dursley is exiled from her family when she receives an acceptance letter from hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry
➳ hermione granger x female oc
➳ sorcerer's stone ~ deathly hallows
➳ di...
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CHAPTER FOURTY boggarts
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𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐃 not too far from Hogwarts. Lyra spent the whole day being coddled by Aliyah and Dakota, who'd glare at and threaten anyone that dared to say something mean to their friend.
She understood that they were just trying to make school easier for her, but it was embarrassing. It made her feel weak, which she was so constantly reminded of at home by Bellatrix and Lucius. She was a weak and pathetic girl that needed protection from the cruel world she lived in.
During her second year, Lyra had turned to taking her emotions out on herself as an outlet. Narcissa was quick to find out about this when she came home for the summer holiday and told her to go to her when she got urges like that. Unfortunately, Narcissa wasn't there at Hogwarts, so Lyra had to go to the only other person she felt comfortable confiding in.
She slowly pushed open the door to the 5th year Hufflepuff girls dorm. She quietly closed it, not wanting to wake any of them up. She tip-toed over to Ophelia's bed and shook her shoulder.
"Lia," she whispered. She waited a moment before shaking a little harder. "Lia."
Ophelia groaned softly and opened her eyes, expecting to see one of her roommates. She squinted a little, her lips tugging downwards when she made out the petite figure of Lyra Black. "Lyra? What's going on?"
"I. . .I don't feel. . .um, safe right now." Lyra quickly wiped away a tear when it fell down her cheek. "I-I was wondering if. . .if I could sleep in here with you tonight?"
Ophelia nodded and made room for Lyra on the bed. "Yeah. Yeah, of course, Lye." She opened her arms up for the small blonde, who leaned into her as she laid down beside her. She gently brushed her fingers through her wavy hair. "Thank you for coming to me. I know that's not an easy thing to do."
"It's so much worse than I thought it would be," Lyra whispered, her voice breaking. "Th-They all look at me like it was my fault Sirius escaped. . .I-I can't help it, whom I'm related to. . .can I? I didn't ask to be born into this family."
"None of this is your fault, Lyra." Ophelia pulled the younger girl close to her, a protective hand on the back of her head. "If people got to know you, really got to know you, they'd see that you are so much more than your last name. You're probably the most sane person from that family, and I'm proud to call you my friend."
"Really?" Lyra asked, her voice barely audible.
"Really," Ophelia confirmed with a soft smile. "Now try to get some sleep, alright? You're safe with me."
