Enigma~ Part 1|| Harry Potter x The Originals

Chapter VI

Lyra Tonks sat on the edge of her bed, surrounded by an array of packed boxes and scattered clothes. The early morning sun filtered through her window, illuminating the familiar mess of her childhood room. She took a deep breath, the smell of lavender from her mom's potpourri mixing with the faint aroma of pancakes wafting up from the kitchen.

"Can't believe today is finally here," she muttered, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. This was the day she'd been waiting for-her first trip to Hogwarts-but it felt surreal to be leaving home.

She glanced around her room one last time, taking in the posters on the wall and the little trinkets that had been her companions for years. Each item held a memory, a moment frozen in time.

"Lyra! Are you ready?" Hermione's voice echoed from the hallway, a reminder that the adventure was about to begin.

"Almost!" Lyra replied, forcing a smile as she tried to shake off the weight of nostalgia. She couldn't let her nerves show, not when Hermione was so excited about this new chapter.

With a final look at her favorite book sitting on the nightstand, she grabbed it and stuffed it into her bag. "Okay, here goes nothing," she whispered to herself, determination bubbling beneath her nerves.

As she picked up her backpack, Lyra paused to scoop up Pebbles, her British Shorthair cat, who was lazily lounging on her bed. "You're coming with me, Pebbles. Ready for an adventure?" she asked, cradling the cat against her chest. Pebbles let out a soft meow, seemingly unfazed by the change.

Stepping into the hallway, Lyra felt a rush of anticipation. "Let's do this!" she called out, the words ringing in her ears as she headed downstairs, ready to face the adventure waiting for her.

As she descended the stairs, she caught sight of Hermione, who wore the biggest smile on her face. "I'm really sorry I won't be here when you get your letter this month," she said, her voice bright but tinged with sadness.

"It's alright. I'll be packing and getting ready to go with you next year at this time," Lyra replied, her heart warming at the thought. "That excitement makes it easier to push through the sadness of being without you for a year."

Hermione's smile lessened slightly but remained visible. Just then, they reached the bottom of the stairs, where Andromeda was waiting for them. "Honey, say your goodbyes to Hermione and get to Ted outside. He's getting the car ready. I'll grab your bags."

"Okay, Mum," Lyra said, her heart fluttering with the reality of the moment.

As Andromeda headed upstairs, Lyra turned to Hermione, a hint of disbelief in her voice. "I can't believe I won't see you until Christmas."

"Me too," Hermione replied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

"Don't cry, because if you cry, then I want to cry, but I don't want to cry," Lyra said, attempting to lighten the mood even as her own eyes began to well up.

The two girls embraced tightly, their hearts heavy with the weight of their friendship. In that moment, all the laughter and late-night talks they had shared seemed to wrap around them like a warm blanket.

"I'll write to you every week, I promise," Hermione whispered, pulling back slightly to look Lyra in the eyes.

"And I'll send you all the Hogwarts gossip," Lyra said with a playful grin, her spirits lifting. "I'll even tell you about the Sorting Hat's terrible jokes."