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 SEVENTY-EIGHT scars of survival
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cw: implications of suicide, poisoning, and attempted murder
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, Harry, Ron, and Dakota found Hermione and told her everything that had gone down at the Burrow, as well as their suspicion that it had been Lyra who tipped off the Death Eaters.
"It's so easy for them to get to you," Hermione said as they walked down the corridor. "You guys are bloody lucky you weren't killed. You have to realize who you are, Harry."
Harry rolled his eyes, a sigh slipping past his lips. "I know who I am, Hermione. Alright?"
"Harry, you spoke with Mr. Weasley at the Burrow, right?" Dakota asked as they turned a corner. "What did he say?"
"If Dumbledore is traveling, then it's news to the Ministry," Harry told them. "But, what about this? That night at Borgin and Burkes, Lyra was looking at a Vanishing Cabinet."
"What would Lyra want with a Vanishing Cabinet?" Ron questioned, frowning.
"You tell me."
"She looks different, don't you think?" Hermione asked. "Lyra. Almost ill."
Before anyone could say anything else, Aliyah came running up to them, a panicked look on her face.
"It's Lyra!" she cried. "Something's happened! She's in the hospital wing!"
The other four exchanged looks before sprinting down the corridor to the hospital wing. They threw open the doors and rushed inside, ignoring Madam Pomfrey shouting that only two visitors were allowed at a time.
Lyra was laying on a bed with stitches in her wrists and gauze wrapped around her left forearm. Narcissa and Draco sat by her side, and they looked up when the rest of the Legacies entered.
"Oh, my God, Lyra." Dakota gasped, covering her mouth.
"I-I'm sorry," Lyra whispered as Aliyah leaned over to hug her tightly.
"Shh, you don't need to apologize," Aliyah told her gently. She sat down on the edge of the bed beside her and lightly threaded her fingers through her wavy blonde hair. "We're the ones who should be sorry. We should've tried harder to be there for you."
"Kind of hard not to blame you, Ferret." Dakota crossed her arms and glared at Draco.
"Me?" Draco scoffed. "What did I do?"
"I'm sure you did something."
"I did my best to look out for her!" Draco snapped. "I can't be everywhere at once, Dursley. I can't force her to talk to me if she doesn't want to."
