Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 3.17: Peace wih Dear Brother

The next morning, the corridors of Hogwarts were bustling with students preparing to leave for the summer break. Trunks were being dragged along the stone floors, and excited chatter filled the air. In her dormitory, Lyanna was, as usual, the last one to finish packing. She meticulously checked every corner, ensuring she left nothing behind. Her room was almost empty when she heard someone clear their throat behind her.

Startled, Lyanna turned to see Professor van Houten, or as she knew her privately, Melisandre, standing in the doorway. "Professor," Lyanna greeted, attempting to maintain a teacher-student formality.

"Lyanna," Melisandre responded with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "You always take such care with your belongings. A good habit."

Lyanna nodded, trying to keep the conversation on safe, neutral ground. "Yes, Professor. I just want to make sure I have everything for the summer."

Melisandre stepped into the room, her presence commanding as always. "You had quite an eventful year, didn't you?" she began, her tone light yet probing. "I hear you faced many challenges and learned much about yourself."

"Yes, it was quite a year," Lyanna agreed cautiously. "I think we all learned a lot."

"I heard you cast a full Patronus, a dragon. Impressive." Melisandre's eyes glinted with interest. "Professor Lupin mentioned something rather intriguing to me. He said that when you faced the Boggart, it turned into... me. I must admit, I found that rather curious."

Lyanna's heart skipped a beat. She had hoped this topic wouldn't come up, especially not now. She forced a smile, trying to appear casual. "I really don't know why that happened, Professor. We get along very well... Maybe it's just because you're a powerful figure, and... I suppose I find that intimidating."

Melisandre studied her closely, as if trying to read the truth in her eyes. "Is that all it is, Lyanna? Intimidation?" Her voice was soft, almost coaxing.

Lyanna swallowed, maintaining her facade of trust. "I think so. I mean, you've done so much, seen so much. It's only natural to feel a bit overwhelmed."

For a moment, silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words. Lyanna wondered if Melisandre could see through her act. She had read about Melisandre's past, her involvement with various rulers in Westeros, and her apparent quest for power. Doubts had crept into her mind about the true intentions of her mentor.

Melisandre finally nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "It's good to be cautious, Lyanna. But remember, the path we must go through is fraught with challenges. We mustn't stray from it, for the mission we've been given is of great importance. The Lord of Light has given us a second chance at life for a reason."

Lyanna listened, her expression carefully neutral. Although she didn't believe in any god, she couldn't deny the power Melisandre wielded or the great destiny she claimed to see in her visions. "I understand, Melisandre, as you have reminded me many times."

Melisandre's gaze was intense, almost fervent. "Remember, Lyanna, the future holds many possibilities. Stay true to yourself, and you will find your path. The Lord of Light has shown me your potential, and I believe in the greatness you are destined to achieve."

Lyanna nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She couldn't help but wonder if Melisandre's true goal was to see Lyanna change the world of Westeros by placing her on the Iron Throne. Or perhaps there was another, more sinister plan, with Lyanna being a puppet controlled by Melisandre's strings.

Melisandre turned to leave, pausing at the door. "Remember, Lyanna, the mission we are on is crucial. Do not lose sight of it. The future of Westeros depends on us. Depends on you."