Forsaken Bloodlines {HP x GOT}

Chapter 4.4

As September 1st approached, Lyanna found herself drawn more and more to spending time with Fyrion. The looming start of her fourth year at Hogwarts and the prospect of the Triwizard Tournament meant her days would soon be filled with rigorous studies, demanding events, and extracurricular activities. She wanted to savor every precious moment with her dragon before the whirlwind of school life swept her away.

Each day brought new challenges and triumphs as Lyanna grew increasingly confident in flying on Fyrion's back. The bond between dragon and rider strengthened with every flight, each soaring adventure reinforcing their mutual trust and understanding. Yet, despite her growing proficiency, Lyanna couldn't shake the feeling of missing someone important who wasn't there to witness her accomplishments.

If only Melisandre could see her now, she'd see Daenerys in her, embracing the thrill of flying while clinging on for dear life.

One particular challenge nagged at Lyanna's mind: the absence of a proper saddle for Fyrion. Unlike the tamed dragons she read about in the stories of Westeros, finding someone skilled enough—or brave enough—to craft a saddle for a living, growing dragon seemed impossible. Unlike Westeros, who in their right mind would dare attempt such a task in this Wizarding World? It was a puzzle she couldn't solve on her own, yet she remained determined to find a solution before it really became a pressing issue.

As she guided Fyrion back to his sanctuary, Lyanna mulled over her upcoming responsibilities at Hogwarts. The Triwizard Tournament promised excitement and danger, and she knew she needed to be prepared both academically and magically. Yet, for now, she cherished the peaceful moments with Fyrion, their bond offering solace and strength in the face of uncertainty.

With September drawing nearer, Lyanna resolved to make the most of her remaining days of freedom. She practiced flying with Fyrion and indulged in quiet moments of reflection under the starlit sky. Each day brought her closer to the challenges and adventures awaiting her at Hogwarts, but for now, she was content in the company of her dragon companion, Fyrion, who symbolized both her heritage and her newfound path in the magical world.

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As the first of September dawned, signaling the return to Hogwarts, Lyanna and Draco found themselves in a peculiar mix of anticipation and reluctance. For Lyanna, the prospect of leaving Fyrion behind was a heavy weight on her heart. She had spent the summer bonding with her dragon companion, marveling at his growth and nurturing their unique connection. Now, as they packed their trunks and prepared for the journey to Hogwarts, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease at the thought of leaving him hidden away.

Draco, on the other hand, shared her sentiment to some extent. While he didn't have a dragon to worry about, he too felt a sense of reluctance mingled with excitement. The lazy days at Malfoy Manor had been a respite from the pressures of school life, but he also looked forward to the challenges and camaraderie that awaited him at Hogwarts. The Triwizard Tournament loomed large in his mind, a tantalizing mix of danger and glory that appealed to his competitive spirit.

Standing in their shared bedroom, Lyanna carefully folded her clothes while Draco paced restlessly. The silence between them was punctuated only by the occasional rustle of fabric or Draco's impatient sighs. Finally, Lyanna broke the quiet with a sigh of her own.

"Draco, do you ever feel like something's not quite right?" she asked, not looking up from her trunk.

Draco paused mid-pace, his brow furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know," Lyanna admitted, finally meeting his gaze. "Ever since the attack after the Quidditch World Cup, I can't shake this feeling that something's off. The return of the Triwizard Tournament... it just seems too convenient, doesn't it?"